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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 2 months

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Wait for you | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Nothing can stand between true love. But what if said love is taken from one's memory?

Warnings: angstt, some fluff:3

Word count: ~2,3K

Lando had been told since he was very little, how time passes slowly when one is not enjoying themselves. But good God, no one could have prepared him for the agony that the past two months have brought into his life. And how it was entirely the play of no one else but the woman he loved that was becoming his ruin.

To put it easier, today marked the start of May, which meant that it has been exactly two months since you were cursed with amnesia following a minor car accident.

How it happened and more importantly why, not even the doctors could tell.

Lando was told that you’d get back most memories in the first few weeks and if that did not happen then the time can be extended into a month for the return of life as they’d known before the accident.

It was only a day later as your eyes set upon your visitor and without any introduction you knew exactly who it was.

“Oscar!” your voice held longing and excitement.

Your best friend was standing in the doorway smiling with all his might, while a certain someone was clearly overlooked. Lando thought that he could burst out sobbing just that moment as your eyes passed over his as if he were only a stranger. And to you he was. Now at least…

That’s how the past two months have been. Lando looking at you looking at Oscar…

You did still spend most of your time in the garages with the McLaren team, but you were there not for Lando and he didn’t know how much longer he could go without telling you all about your past.

‘Screw those damn doctors’, Lando thought. Maybe if he was allowed to remind you, you would be sitting next to him right now, gracing him with one of your brightest smiles and asking him about the car and not Oscar.

Sometimes when Lando is exceptionally tired he forgets that now is a different you than his you. He plops down on the sofa beside you and lays himself down on your thighs. How is it that you always smell so good? Touching you has always held a relaxing nature to Lando and now it was just as splendid. Almost as splendid… Now your hands did not lovingly engulf him in your warmth, there was no kiss on his head, there was only a stiff hand petting his shoulder. Lando felt internal cold radiate from your touch.

Your hugs have gone cold too.

Lando knew that blaming you was wrong as it was in no way your fault. You didn’t choose to forget him but still remember your best friend Oscar. But God, that did not lessen the pain.

Two months. It’s has been two months and Lando has almost no hope left that you’ll ever look at him with a loving gaze again.

He has done it all. Repeated his actions from the past, when he was trying his best to ask you out. It worked last time, it made you fall in love with him, but now it was a dead end as he could see you force a smile on your face each time...

If Lando’s life was not reduced to an absolute nothingness, he also had to watch his teammate and friend win his first title before him. Although that didn’t hurt half as much as watching you, watching Oscar in the same way you used to watch him standing on the podium.

His heart was screaming at you. No! Look here! Just a bit to the right! I’m here! Please see me…

Your eyes did drift to Lando and you did offer him a thumbs up, but the look in your eyes had also drifted, to a new look altogether. Your eyes were no longer reserved only for him and that thought alone took living out of life and turned it into mere existence.

Lando still remembers (how could he ever forget really) the way your soft gaze spoke louder than words could. Your eyes were love personified. And now they were on Oscar, not on him...

If Lando thought his heart broke the moment he saw you in that hospital bed and you had no recollection of whom he was, now it fucking shattered into tiny, tiny pieces.

As more days flew by Lando started losing it. Too early to accept that he’s lost you, too late to get you back… Those were the only thoughts roaming around in his head.

You on the other hand knew nothing of the boy’s torment. To be honest you knew nothing of that certain boy.

If it was not for Oscar, you feel like you would have never even looked twice at someone like Lando Norris. Yes he was gorgeous and had eyes the sweetness of a morning blue sky, but he was also a guy who had everyone’s attention and he drank it up like a thirsty man.

Since you waking up in the hospital, Oscar has been doing everything to acquaint you with Lando. He was never too forceful with making his two friends a pair of friends as well, but he was relentless, never fraying from the task.

Oscar told you things about Lando that were hard to believe at first. Like yes, Lando was a good guy, just as Oscar said, though you could feel how the older man was holding himself back in most occasions as if to not overwhelm you. It made you confused.

Lando Norris confused you.

He’d watch you while you were with Oscar without saying a word, then some other time he could not shut up about something when it was only you and him, which didn’t happen much.

Lando was also a very touchy person, he’d hug you, put his hand around your shoulders or rest his head on your lap after a session.

It was sweet how he seemed to like you so much, but sometimes it felt like there was something more and you were missing that all narrative.

So to repeat, Lando Norris confused you. Intensly.

But you also confused yourself.

It confused you how your own hands would naturally find their place wrapped around his torso or resting on his back whenever he touched you. How your fingers would thoughtlessly tangle themselves in his curls whenever his head rested upon your thighs.

It was all very confusing yet strangely relaxing.

“Osc?” you looked up from your place on the counter to find your friend wiping sweat away from his face.

“What’s up?” Oscar’s voice was out of breath.

“Is Lando okay?” you watched the older boy stomp out of the garage. His eyes a beautiful storm.

“Agh.. he’s pissed at himself for the mistake on the last lap, heard he was talking himself down on the radio and the interviews,” Oscar let out a sign of concern.

You’ve always been empathic towards other people and you’ve begun caring about Lando even if he was weird at times, but he was Oscar’s friend and certainly really nice to you.

“I feel bad for him… he beats himself up a lot,” your head stayed turned at the direction Lando had just walked out.

Oscar seeing the opportunity decided to use it wisely, “Maybe you should go talk to him?”

“But we’re not that close, I don’t want to make him more upset by prying information from him,” you quickly turned back to your friend.

“But do you want to talk to him?” Oscar held eye contact with you as if trying to prove you something important.

“He’s sad and he’s alone. I just don’t want him to be alone…” you pick at your nails, not clearly understanding where this care for the older boy came from, but Oscar knew and he knew that he’s done it, he has paved the last tile for you to take the first step towards your Lando. He could see it in your movements, just like the first time all those months ago.

“Then go, don’t let him suffer alone for longer than he needs to,” Oscars words meant more than you could understand in this moment, but all you could think about was the sweet boy who was now beating himself up alone in his room.

It didn’t take long for you to jump off the counter and set of in the same direction Lando had just minutes ago.

“Lando?” you knocked on the door, peeking into his driver room, something about the scene feeling too comfortable as if you’d done it time and time again before.

“Oh he’s not here hun, he went outside to cool off a bit,” you came face to face with his PR manager, a sweet woman indeed.

“Have you any idea where?” you inquired, you wanted to find him as soon as possible.

“I’m not sure dear, but I’m sure you’ll find him.” she gave you an encouraging smile before exiting the room, leaving you alone to rake your brain for a place where Lando might be.

So you went to the only place where you knew no one would go to, simply because there was nothing to see, unless you looked up.

There he stood, leaning on the railing, lone as the first star in the night sky, and then you heard it, his heartfelt cries echoing in the perimeter, filling the lonely space with sounds of pain.

You slowly come closer to him.

“Lando?” you put your hand on his shoulder.

Lando’s hands are wrapped around you in a crushing hug before you could even finish your sentence, his face buried into your neck as his tears pooled into the crevice of your collarbone.

When you snap out of the shock, you barely graze his body with your hands and he remembers that it’s not you. At least not the same you that used to be his and detaches himself from your warm hug apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry” he cries more as he looks into your eyes and the look in your eyes haunting him, you don’t look at him like that anymore. He turns away from you and slumps down on the bench crying with his whole body which makes your own tears build.

You could feel his pain, that’s how prominent it was.

“Lando please don’t cry like this. It’s just a sprint not a grand prix even, and that one mistake was nothing, you still finished on the podium. Please Lando you should not beat yourself over this.”

His cries do not lessen so you take the matters into your hands, literally.

You put your hands on his face, wiping his tears with your thumbs while telling him all the best things that he is.

“You - are certainly too good of a driver to worry about such a thing and you are too good of a person to hurt yourself so much over a mistake. Lando Norris you are not allowed to beat yourself up over a mistake in a race! You cannot. I’m taking away your right, the only person that can tell you anything bad about your driving is me! Understood? From this moment on you’re the greatest man on that track unless I say otherwise!”

Lando now noticed how he stopped crying because he was focusing on your voice that was all directed at him and no one else.

“Don’t you think Oscar is better than me?” Lando’s voice was small with uncertainty.

“Oscar is great and he knows it, you on the other hand seem to forget it at times… I’ll make sure you never forget. Deal?”

“Deal,” he let out a breath holding your hands close.

You freed one of your hands from his grip making him open his eyes, terror in them, up until you ran your hand through his curls, fixing his hair a bit before your eyes travelled back to his.

“What?” you asked perplexed by his gaze.

“You are a really good person Y/n,” Lando’s eyes glided upon your face as if he were kissing your skin with his gaze.

“You deserve to have good people around Lan,” your voice softened further.

There it was. That word. His nickname. Lan.

The last time he heard you say it was the last time you were his you.

Before you forgot him…

“Let me take you out to dinner,” when would he ever shoot his shot if not now.

“Are you seriously using this time to ask me out?” you chuckled as you held his hand firmly.

“You can’t say no or I’ll cry again,” Lando gave you his best puppy eyes and you positively folded in his touch.

You chuckle at him,“But only because I hate seeing people cry,” you try to convince yourself as your heartbeat had picked up due to the unbreakable eye contact from the man. And it did physically pain you to see him cry.

When you walk him back to the garage where the team is beginning for a debrief you stop him, before he can go in, with a whisper in his ear.

“Just for the record, I wouldn’t have said no,” you kiss his cheek and give him the eyes, the eyes he’d been waiting for, for months now.

You were coming back to him and Lando knew he’d give anything up just to have his girl’s eyes gazing back at his…

A.N. ... there most probably will be a second part... hehe..

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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The Yandere Student Council

You just needed to get your schedule officialized. Having gained special permissions to take a desired course you needed the student council’s collective stamps of approval to proceed. Normally all you would need to do was slip in the necessary documents. But something seems to keep happening to yours and it just works better for you to do it in person. Thus begins you’re journey of getting the obsessed student council’s approval.

The first one you go to is the one with the easiest access –the Secretary. Gill Hunter has an absolute poker face when his boyfriend isn’t around. So you’re pleasantly surprised when he’s actually willing to hear you out. Keeping his amber eyes on you he listens to your plea for his stamp, seemingly not reacting at all he promises to help you—for a price. You have to step in for him and his boyfriend from time to time. He says it's just a week as he demands you shadow him for the day. Calling to you in his monotone voice to join him in the student council lounge. Don’t bother bringing up you’re friends or your desire to eat your lunch alone. Even as the week comes to an end and you get your stamp he has you working closely with both him and his boyfriend very closely as an honorary assistant.

“Most if not all schedules go through me, you don’t want your schedule being messed up again. Do you?”

The next one is Gill’s beloved–the Historian. June Frimroar is a different kind of person you need to get a stamp from. Where Gill strings you along with his stone-cold face and hardly hidden intentions, June will do the exact opposite. With a smile that flirts with scheming and altruism, he’ll ask for the most innocent kind of help. Only to somehow become something far more intimate and demanding of you in the first place. How else would simply taking notes during student council meetings lead to you smushed in a locker with the historian and his boyfriend? Or how you’ll be forced to help undress June whose hands inexplicably might be sprained? He’s an enigma to loosely associate with trouble, easily put off by how kind he is to you and your friends as you start spending more time with him and the rest of the student council. Certainly, those rumors of him crippling classmates for fun are far from true, right?

“Don’t you trust me, (Y/n)? Just listen to me and I’m sure everything will work out…even if that blackmail situation with your friend is completely separate.”

Like clockwork, you fall into being the student council’s lackey suddenly trusted with helping the seemingly overwhelmed Treasurer. Min Su is an odd fellow who’s been dignified a living legend with his accounting possibilities; rumored to casually be hired by the government a couple of times. So it's odd that he suddenly must have you spending your club hours documenting receipts. He’s so apologetic and jumpy that you don’t feel right questioning him. So it's normal that he has a fierce blush on his face as you take the records from his hand. Or the little noises of excitement pleasure he seems to have when you lean over him to admire his speed as he’s calculating the books. He’s likely to forget that you needed to get his stamp until you off-handedly mention how you’re going to miss him when you get that stamp.

“Oh, you wanted that? I-I’m happy to give it to you, n-no problem! But you’ll still visit me right?”

At this point, your presence is much more normalized in the student council quarters, and naturally, the Sergeant of Arms or more well known as the student council’s hype man is happy to welcome you. Popular beyond belief Roman Ferris arguably has the largest fan and friend base in the entire council. Knowing everything about everyone he already knows what you’re asking for and he’s cheekily telling you he’s already prepared how you’re going to get it. If you thought Gill was forward then you’d be mistaken Roman straight-up demands every weekend that you come with him on a date. Movies, restaurants, ice cream, trips to the park, he’s doing it all with you. Demanding you dress up for these ‘definitely not dates’, hold his hand while you walk, and smile at him only him when you pose for the camera. It's odd how he knows your every like and dislike, always ordering for you and smiling ominously when you ask. But he’s definitely not giving you this stamp if you suddenly stop coming to his dates hangouts, even if he promised he would. It’d be bad if the whole student body considered you a harlot for playing with the golden boy’s feelings. So just smile while you eat your favorites and keep your mouth sealed about your suspicions.

“Don’t worry about it babe, I already know just how you like it! Don’t worry how I know~ You’re so cute when you're well-fed!”

Practically cemented to your unwritten obligation the Vice President is well aware of what you’re after. Spencer Lyle will wait until the end of the day mindlessly stamping your document as he scrambles through his hefty pile of paperwork. Bags under his eyes and his lids dropping dangerously you figure you’ll help him, already familiar with the kind of work he was doing anyway. He thanks you when you eventually wake him up and from then on something sinister a friendship is born. Suddenly he’s coming up to you in your classes, during lunches keeping you talking casually as he leads you to the student council room. You were going there anyway, right? He’s just the perfect friend for you. Great at warding off bullying fans or teachers that get a little too snippy, he becomes your go-to friend. Not too popular but well-respected feared by the student body; totally perfect for relying on him to be relatable. Completely complacent with letting him into your life and it feels so normal now that he rings your dorm bell for an early morning. You know him so well so it's natural he does the same.

“Hey, you ready to go cupcake? Bags under my eyes? Yeah, I was up all night protecting you doing council stuff, you know how I work.”

Last but certainly not least the Student Council President: Lucoa Grander the college’s prodigy cryptid. Known to be a living genius and prominent underground business personality it seems only natural that he gets such a powerful, prestigious position. He is such a celebrity you go to Spencer to deliver your schedule confirmation only to receive a disappointing answer. Apparently, the president’s only willing to stamp yours personally, and thus your witchhunt for the illusive president begins. Searching high and low, stringing on his fan base’s own timeline and the other council members’ accounts you try to find him. But after a while, you give up fully prepared to abandon your desired course to have the blue-haired pierced-up president mysteriously showing up. He greets you so casually, sitting next to you as he asks mundane questions. When you finally ask for his stamp he gives it to you…on a major condition.

“We’ve been looking to widen our ranks and I’ve we’ve been keeping a close eye on you. And we’re thinking of making you an honorary member–it's a new position to diversify our team. You’ll get your stamp this way and we get you our beloved a new member that’s fair enough isn’t it?”

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kingofbodyrolls · 4 months

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Taehyung fic recs 2023

In honor of Taehyung’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Taehyung fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I haven’t read that much of Taehyung, just recently gotten into it, so the list might be short, so I’ll leave some of the fics I’m really excited to read from my ‘to read’ list 💎 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(💜) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻.

⭐One of the Boys by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯

⭐Baby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.

🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯

⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰

📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Farmer boy, I Love You by @strawberrynamjoon // kth x f.reader // farming!au, lowkey e2l // 🥵😂

📝 Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

🗨️ This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy 🥺 I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyung’s friendship deepens, their friends and their banter 🥺 everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too 🤭

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

For all of the other lovely fics that I haven’t gotten around to read, but I’m very excited about, I’ve compiled my ‘to read’ list 🙂

‘To read’ list ⬇️

Maybe I do [series; completed] by @chateautae

Gold Rush by @ditttiii

Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom

Trip by @daechwitatamic

The Art of Obsession by @kooktrash

Dick on the Go by @jeonggukingdom

Love me or we both go down by @gukyi

Gank Mid Lane by @kth1

Good for Me by @icedmatchatae

Something about him by @kooktrash

Love, secret Santa by @jamaisjoons

All I Want for Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia

Buzzed [series; completed] by @junqkook

I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to read more! 😭 Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review 💜

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!! 💜 🥳 🎂

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months

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Got Me Thinking

Part 4: If Your Girl Only Knew (Slight NSFW)

Synopsis: Jack invites you to one of his shows, and everyone is excited to see you, especially him. However, he had to warn you that the time had finally come for meeting the infamous Kelsey face to face.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Ever since that lust filled night when Jack came to visit, you were longing to see him again and be in his presence. During different times of the day, your thoughts would go back to that moment and how much pleasure he had brought you. So much that in more times than you could count, you found yourself having a river form in between your thighs and often found yourself putting your vibrator to good use. That would have to do at least until you saw him again.

Luckily a few weeks later, an opportunity arose when he called you on Facetime and asked you if you would want to come to one of his shows. Surprisingly, you hadn’t seen him perform since the two of you called it quits and thought it was long overdue.

You had kept tabs on him throughout the years and still supported him, but you simply did it from a distance.

“You busy this Friday?” He asked and all you did was eye him.

“Depends on who’s asking.” You answered while eating your chocolate covered strawberries that was from an edible arrangement that Jack had sent to your house earlier.

“Well I’m asking because I have a show I’m performing at in L.A. and I want you there with me.”

“Hmm, I guess I can fit you in my schedule.”

“What do you mean you guess? Stop acting like you don’t want my face buried between your thighs again. And I definitely want to be one of those strawberries right now. Why are you eating it like that? Getting me bricked up and shit.”

“Jackman! Cut it out, he’s downstairs.” You exclaimed while getting up to close your bedroom door.

“Like I give a flying fuck about that. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. Don’t act shy now, or did you forget what happened last night when I called you?”

You instantly got a smirk on your face remembering how Jack asked you to get off in front of him and all you remember was the camera view becoming blurry as he hit his peak and his cum went flying everywhere as he watched you.

“I see your phone survived what you put it through.”

“Look, it was your fault and I’d do it again too with no hesitation.”

“I know you would.”

Jack then got quiet and you looked at him curiously wondering what was on his mind.

“Jackson, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”

He simply sighed before answering you.

“Kelsey is going to be there too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Jack, that’s your wife isn’t it? I would expect her to be with you sometimes.”

“Yes, but….”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll play nice and be on my best behavior and I might give you a private show once you’re done with your own.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Nope, you just have to be patient and wait and see. But, why am I worried about someone that clearly can’t give you what you want or satisfy you? From what everyone says about her, she obviously doesn’t compare to me.”

“Doesn’t even come close.”

“Isn’t it almost two in the morning over there? And where is she now?”

“It is and I have no idea where the hell she is and I don’t care. Probably out spending all my got damn money.”

You stifled a laugh and he simply shook his head.

“Well Clay does call her the wicked witch of the west for a reason.”

“And now I’ve really started to see why over the last two months.”

“We’ll talk about it later, but for right now you need to go to sleep and get all the rest you can get for Friday.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because you’ll have two performances to put on. One for your fans and the other one is for my eyes only. How do you think Kelsey would feel if we had a few minutes to ourselves after the show?”

“I can arrange it and make it happen and she can get the fuck over it.”

Friday was now here and you were on your way to the venue and made sure to leave a bit early so that being stuck in traffic wouldn’t become an issue. As you were driving, a facetime call came through and you saw it was Clay and quickly answered. You were now suddenly concerned and was hoping that everything was okay with Jack.

“Clay! Hi boo, what’s going on? Everything okay?”

“Please tell me you’re still coming, but hi to you too!”

“What the? What’s wrong?”

“Jack is in a mood again and you can guess why because there is literally only one answer at this point.”

“Oh, goodness.”

“I wish she would have stayed home but NOPE. So here we are and everyone is miserable so PLEASE tell me that you’re almost here. I don’t know how much more of her we can take.”

“Of course I’m still coming and I’m actually almost there. I left a little early because I knew traffic was going to be crazy.”

Just then Urban popped into the frame and was waving at you.

“Y/N!”

“URBANNN!”

“Hurry up and get your ass here. I’ll meet you outside and bring you to where everyone is. But uh, did he warn you about….?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Okay good. Didn’t want you walking into any surprises.”

“I’ll see you two in about ten minutes.” Without another word, you hung up and turned your attention back to the road ahead.

As promised, Urban met you outside and led you backstage where everyone was. As soon as you walked in the room, all attention was on you and Clay was the first one to capture you in a hug.

“We’re saved, we’re saved.” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh. When you looked over at Urban, he was laughing too so he obviously must have heard what Clay said.

“Y/N! Clay, move and stop hogging her!” Ace exclaimed while trying to get in between the two of you.

“Hiii Ace.”

“Hello, Y/N, and we need to talk business. As in business being your older sister.”

“ACE!! Leave the girl alone! She just got here! At least let her settle in before you start harassing her! Hi Y/N, I’m Neelam and I’ve heard such good things about you from Jack. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” So, this was the famous Neelam that everyone talked about.

“It’s so nice to meet you too!” You responded while returning the hug that she was giving you.

You scanned the room and didn’t see Jack or Kelsey so you assumed that they were together and sure enough right on cue, they both entered. Jack was walking in front of her and clearly pissed off about something as she was following behind him like a lost puppy and there was an obvious pout on her face.

“Babe!”

“Kelsey, drop it. I’m done talking about it.”

When Jack looked up and saw you, his grim mood turned the corner for the better and immediately ran over to you and picked you up as you began to laugh.

“Hiii boo. I see you’ve missed me.”

“You have NO idea.” He said loud enough so that only you could hear and squeezed you tighter.

“When you left, I lost a part of me. It’s still so hard to believe, come back baby please cause weeee belong togetherrrr.” Clay started to sing when the two of you embraced and it was giving everyone in the entire room the hardest time in order not to laugh.

“I just love Mariah Carey. One of my favorites. Yall think she’s going to do a Vegas residency soon?” Clay asked as he was scrolling through his phone.

“I’d definitely come with you if she does.” Urban responded while shrugging and Neelam was eyeing the two of them.

She quickly mouthed ‘Behave’ while trying not to laugh herself.

Once Jack had placed you back on your feet, you suddenly felt a presence next to you and turned around to be face to face with Kelsey herself.

“Babe, who’s this?” She asked Jack and he clearly looked annoyed at the fact that she was even talking to him.

“Y/N, this is Kelsey, Kelsey this is Y/N, we went to high school together. She lives here and I asked her to come.” He answered while not taking his eyes off of you and his left arm was still around your waist which she was quick to notice.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You said as you held your hand out towards her, but she examined it before she took it.

“Oh, someone’s jealous.” Clay whispered to Urban and he immediately nodded.

“I didn’t realize you two were so close and had no idea you would be here tonight. I feel that is something important that you should tell your wife, don’t you think, Jackman?”

“Here she goes.” Clay quietly said while keeping his focus on his phone.

“They’ve been a lot closer than she thinks.” Urban muttered next to Clay and they both began to laugh.

“Kelsey, don’t start. So I have to tell you about every single person that I went to high school with and decided to reconnect with them?”

“I didn’t even mean it like that.”

“Well it sounds like you did.”

“Damn, 100 points to Gryffindor. He got her good with that one.” Ace said from behind you as you were simply standing there because it was now awkward.

Kelsey then turned back to you and gave you the fakest smile that she could muster. There was something about you that she couldn’t put her finger on, but she already knew for a fact she didn’t like you.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

“Okay, is she settled in now Neelam? Y/N! Let me at Janelle!” Ace said as he was now at the snack table and all you did was shake your head at him.

The time waiting for Jack’s set was spent with you goofing around with everyone backstage and getting to do a mini photoshoot in the hallway with Urban taking the pictures in order for you to be able to post them on your instagram later.

When you were across the room talking to 2fo with Jack right beside you, Kelsey went and sat next to Clay who had a confused look on his face when he noticed her.

“Uhh? Did you need something Kelsey?” He politely asked as he was silently cursing Urban for leaving him there by himself.

“How does Jack know her?”

“He told you earlier. They went to high school together. Didn’t you hear him?

“And they were just friends?” She asked, trying to find out more information about you.

“Don’t you think that this is a conversation for you and your husband to have?” Clay asked while finally turning to look at her.

“He doesn’t want to tell me anything anymore.”

“Hmm, I wonder why. Evil ass.” Clay muttered to himself so that she wouldn’t be able to hear.

“You still need to ask him and not me.”

“Is there…. Is there something I should be worried about?”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Jack hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since he saw her when she got here.”

“Well.. they haven’t seen each other in a long time and they were really close.”

“How close?”

“Kelsey, ask my brother.”

“But obviously you know something, but aren’t telling me.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re a little jealous? You’re the wife, right? So you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’m not jealous! It just seems like everyone adores her and all of the attention has been on her.”

“She’s an amazing person. Always has been. Our parents absolutely love her too.”

“Wait, she knows your parents, too?!”

“Like I said before, they were extremely close.”

Soon there was only about twenty more minutes until it was time for Jack to go on stage and you wanted to give him a small gift since you still hadn’t gotten him anything for his birthday. You knew deep down that he didn’t care and was simply excited to see you, but you still wanted to do something nice for him. As he was about to head to his dressing room, you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Hey, I have something to give you, but I want it to be when we’re by ourselves.”

“Hmm, is it what I think it is?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows and you quickly smacked his arm.

“Behave! And no, but… if we can make our way to your dressing room now, I can give you a good luck kiss and maybe a little more?”

All he did was smirk and start to play with the ends of your hair which Kelsey was very quick to notice and was quick to interrupt.

“Babe, isn’t it time for your good luck kiss since you’re about to hit the stage?”

“Gag me with a spoon.” Quiiso said to 2fo who was trying not to laugh.

“Um, sure in a minute. Let me go get dressed first. And Y/N had something to show me so we’ll be back.”

He put his hand on the small of your back and guided you down the hallway to his dressing room as Kelsey was left sitting there fuming at what just happened.

Once the two of you got to his dressing room, he closed the door behind him and locked it then his lips were instantly on yours.

“Mm, I’ve missed that and this.” He said as his hand went to cup your ass in the skirt that you were wearing.

“You definitely made that clear on our facetime call earlier this week.”

“So, what did you want to give to me? Is it another purple thong? Because at this point I’m about to start collecting them like infinity stones.”

“I literally CANNOT with your ass.” You said while laughing and Jack pulled you closer to him so that he was able to kiss you once more.

“Look, I figured I’d ask and when I collected all of them it would unlock some type of bonus scene.”

“Jackson PLEASE stop talking.” You responded as you continued to laugh.

“What?! What’d I say?!”

“Anyway, for starters, it’s not a thong because I’m not wearing anything under my outfit at all.” You whispered against his lips and grabbed his hand to place it underneath your skirt.

His fingers grazed against your core and you were getting wetter by the second. He then inserted two of his fingers and slowly moved them before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them. Just like he did the last time the two of you saw each other.

“There’s definitely more where that came from, but we have to save it for later.” He quietly said, but all you did was get on your knees without breaking eye contact with him and started playing with the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You definitely don’t need a good luck kiss from Kelsey, but will good luck head be acceptable?”

All he did was nod his head as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs and immediately took him in your mouth.

“Ahh shit.”

Jack didn’t want to mess up your hair so he simply pushed it back out of your face as you continued to pleasure him.

“I’m definitely going to need you to sit on my face after this later. FUCK!”

Because you knew that he didn’t have a lot of time, you were trying to move as fast as possible in order to get him to cum and you could tell that it was working seeing as Jack’s eyes were now closed as he threw his head back in pleasure and was trying to lightly force you down on him.

“My girl looks so pretty taking all of me in her mouth. That’s it baby, that’s it. I’m close.”

You hearing him say that he was close made you move even quicker with a sense of urgency because the last thing you wanted was for him to be late for his set.

“Fuck!” Was the last thing you heard as he came in your mouth and you swallowed it without wasting a drop.

When he was finished coming down from his high, he looked down at you and smiled before helping you to your feet and kissing you.

“I want to return the favor.”

“But… we don’t have a lot of time.”

“We have as much time as I say we have. I’m the headliner and calling the damn shots.” Was all he said before leading you to the couch and immediately pulling your shirt down to expose your breasts that he began to play with them, lightly sucking and biting.

“Babe, that’s going to leave a mark.” You whined and he simply shrugged.

“I’m marking my territory.”

He didn’t waste a lot of time before pulling your skirt up to your hips, spreading your legs and diving in head first.

By the time that Jack had gotten dressed and you had given him his gift, which was an exclusive Rolex that was personalized and had his initials on the band inside, he was only a minute late.

“I’m definitely wearing this onstage. Thank you Buttercup.” He said as he leaned down to kiss you and you were simply admiring his outfit as you helped him put on the watch.

His outfit was your favorite color.

Green.

“Hmm, you wore this outfit on purpose, didn’t you?” You asked and all he did was smirk.

“What ever do you mean, baby?”

“Such a fucking tease.”

—

As you were in the front and standing off to the side watching Jack perform, Neelam came up to you and smiled. You returned the smile and the two of you watched him in silence before she turned back to you to say something.

“Y/N, I just wanted to tell you how much the people around him see how much happier he’s been since you two reconnected.”

“Well you can thank Clay for that.” You said thinking about when he first asked you.

“I.. look.. Jack is not only my client, but someone who I consider my little brother. He has talked about you non-stop and all I want is for him to be happy and I know that his happiness is wherever you are. Kelsey isn’t good for him and we could all see it from the beginning. He just didn’t want to listen. ”She said, being completely honest.

“That seems to be the running theme of what everyone keeps telling me. He’s definitely important to me and I want the best for him. I just wish sometimes that we never broke up because I always think about how our life might have turned out differently.”

“Well the two of you reconnecting wasn’t by chance and it was definitely meant to happen. I just want you to know that whatever that you two have going on because I know that there is something there because my big sister radar is going off, I support it. I just want him to be happy again. That’s all we literally all want.”

“I wish it was that simple.” You replied while sighing.

“Well, why isn’t it?”

“You said Jack told you a lot about me, but did he mention my husband?”

Neelam looked at you dumbfounded before she responded.

“You act like the word divorce doesn’t exist?”

“And that’s my problem.”

“What is?”

“I love Jack like if he would have asked me to elope when we were eighteen, I would have without a second thought and that is still true as we speak, but I also love my husband as fucked up of a person that he is and I’m having second thoughts about divorcing him.”

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supremeshrimpy · 2 years

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courting rituals III

Diasomnia Edition

Summary: Driven by infatuation and love, the boys try and court you in their own ways.

A/N: I’m sorry to say this is the end…of this mini-series. I’m excited to continue writing and with all the positive review, I feel motivated to do so much more. As of now I don’t have anything else planned, so please leave me a request if you want anything specific. Also, sorry if Zebek’s a little long, I have a soft spot for him.

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lillia VanRouge, Sebek Zigvot

Malleus Draconia (Dragons) :

Dragons are some egotistical creatures, theirs flirting is insults and flattery, however their insults are just a test to see if their potential mate is strong. After Malleus realizes his feelings for you, he’s constantly switching between complimenting you and making fun of you. His compliments are so sweet on the ears while he spits insults out like fire.

“Ah, it brings me joy to see you got rid of that hideous dress, this one suits you much more.”

Dragons are as materialistic as they are egotistical; they like shiny things, why not put shinies on the apple of their eye? As of recently, you notice necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and jewels appear on you counter and you knew it was him. When Malleus saw you wearing the emerald necklace he had left on your counter the night prior, his heart swelled so much. He honestly felt like it would burst.

“That necklace looks gorgeous on you.”

Dragons always want to be right and so does Malleus, even if that means twisting your mind so that you agree with him however he likes when you argue with him. Malleus loves that fire in your eyes when you when you know that you’re right. He wants a future with someone as strong as you; he wants one with you and he knows it.

“You are still intent on arguing with me on this aren’t you, Child of Man.”

Lillia VanRouge (Bats) :

Bats like to follow around and guard whoever they seek as a mate. Lillia is usually found near Malleus’s side however whenever Malleus is off doing his own things, Lillia is found right beside you. While you’re laughing at some dumb joke he made, Lillia is glaring at some students who are taking a look at you.

“Maybe we could go to the library, its too crowded here.”

Bats use sound for lots of thing, one of those things just happen to be for attention grabbing. Lillia was getting annoyed that you were playing more attention to your studies than him. So what could a little squeak do?

“You’re so jumpy, khee hee hee.”

Let me tell you this next one might take you out…nose boops. Bats like to boop each others noses. Picture this, you sitting down eating while studying and suddenly Lillia is standing over you. The second you bring your head up to meet his eyes, he’s right in your face. Boop

“Your face is absolutely adorable, little one.”

Sebek Zigvolt (Crocodile) :

Crocodiles are furious beasts, when they see a mate; they stalk them. Things are differnet with Sebek, he was on a call with his mom the second he figured out his feelings. His mom told him, “You must watch them from afar, figure out the best course of action.” So, Sebek being the mama’s boy he is, he tried that. He’s been watching you walk to class, what you eat, how you study. Of course you caught on, he was so embarrassed he ran away.

“I NEED TO GO ATTEND TO WAKA-SAMA!”

These next two will knock you out, crocodiles will do jaw rubs when passing by a potential mate. I see Lillia becoming very interested in Sebek’s little schoolyard crush and started to bother him about courting you faster. So, when they were on their way back to the Disonmia dorm and Lillia spotted you walking towards them, he knew he had to give Sebek a little push…literally. The second he did, he scurried off in to dorm, leaving Sebek to get flustered and rub his jaw against yours in the heat moment. Sebek then ran off.

“FORGET ABOUT THAT HUMAN!”

Crocodiles blow bubble when they see a mate they want. Sebek would be drinking something while studying with you. You’ll look up after hearing popping noises, only too see Sebek staring at you with a look of pure love. The second he notices you caught him, he chokes on his drink. He’ll start trying to play it cool while his face sits at a cherry red.

“Ahem…do you need help with something, human?”

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meryldian · 10 months

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Hiii! This is my first time doing a request. So this is like a hurt-comfort idea. The reader has been like bullied for being like emo ( kinda in a similar style of bills style ) and when bill and the reader are young they become best friends and now when they are older, she’s a rockstar with Tokio hotel and all the people who used to bully her are jealous. 🤭🤭

✧˖°. Things do get better ✧˖°. Reader & Platonic! Bill Kaulitz

I sure can!! I love this idea actually <3 It’s something I can realistically see happening knowing how tolerance was back then, and tokio hotel themselves being victims of bullying. Let’s just be happy that things are better! Just like they’d be for you in this scenario

- I wrote this for platonic Bill, but if you wish for a romantic one just shoot me a request. I’m more than happy to work on them <3

Bill and you probably met at school and became one another’s safe person to be honest.

It was comforting to you to have someone that not only understood and loved your style, but shared it in some ways.

Also someone that knew how getting insulted, pushed around and harassed at a place that’s supposed to be safe felt like.

He always understood the need to express your true self and emotions through clothes, music, et cetera. You bet that his eyes were hooked on you from the moment he saw you.

Chunky and studded belts, gravity defying or sleek hair, or some amazing curls that reminded him of Nena. No matter how your physical appearance might be, it was the way that you portrayed and carried yourself that drove Bill to you.

He was probably so shy when approaching you !!

Sadly, you can’t always see the world through rose tinted glasses. The situation at school and around town didn’t get much better after befriending Bill..

Two is better than one; you guys were easy targets for people’s cruelty.

It was the late 90s & early 2000s, acceptance was lacking much more than it is today.

Tom was you guys’s main defender.

He might’ve been embarrassed of his brother’s style from time to time back in the day (Bill talked about this in his book) but he would never turn his back on him.

One time the twins found you all roughed up after some kids thought it was funny to charge at you as a group. They took you to their home, cleaned you up and their mom cooked you guys dinner.

You watched some movies on VHS and music videos on VIVA.

Not going to lie, you probably trauma bonded with Bill a lot. It might’ve been harmful in it’s ways but it genuinely helped you guys get some relief.

Whenever someone would make a comment out of place or physically harm you, Tom would go feral. You actually had to hold him back from getting dangerously physical a couple times.

Exciting the school grounds, running for your life along with the twins was no rare occurrence.

Bill was not scared to fight back either (verbally) but it took much more to get it out of him. He genuinely just wished to forget about them and go back to his safe bubble with you, his twin and the band.

Speaking of the band, Bill must definitely took you in rapidly as your style matched “Devilish” so well.

It was a tough road to stardom but you guys rose to fame practically overnight when your first single as “Tokio Hotel” dropped. (Shamelessly promoting my Growing up with Tokio Hotel series)

At first there wasn’t much change when it came to bullying. Outside of school you were the newest star in Germany. A young icon for teenagers that needed someone to look up to. Back at school, you were still a looser for many.

At least they learned to shut their mouths a minute. They just looked.

But their looks changed. It wasn’t pure mockery anymore. Their stares were full of jealousy because they knew they could never achieve what you did, and no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t take that away from you.

It generated even more hatred, as if “why does the social reject become a star when I’m the popular and normal one”

Shortly after, you needed to show up to class with a bodyguard.

It was ironic how the reject everyone hated suddenly became the centre of attention. For the best and worst. Some adored you and wanted your autograph and photo, cornering you in the halls. On the other side, some were there to harm you because they wanted your downfall.

To go in and out of school along with the twins, you needed high security. Which inevitably set you even more aside from the others.

Thank god you got permission to get out of that hell hole called highschool.

Time passed fast and Tokio Hotel rose to fame like a rocket ship exiting the atmosphere. Quickly, explosively and destructively. You were on top of the world.

Tour after tour, receiving award after award.

There were rough times and mistreatment by the label but, it couldn’t compare to everything you went through prior. Tokio Hotel and the stage were your escape and safe place.

Bill was with you at every step. Writing songs, working on new riffs, comforting you when it got hard. You never quit each other’s side through the years.

You can’t begin to describe the satisfaction of looking down to one of your school bullies in the front row as you were on stage, rocking out with Bill.

Approaching him, flawlessly playing your instrument as he sung. Face to face, happily and freely.

The look on your bully’s face was priceless, pure jealousy and hatred, yet they couldn’t resist the song.

Call it petty, but it felt damn good to shove in their face that you’re thriving while they’re forced to look up at the people they stepped and spit on.

You would never forget their faces, but they would stay in your past. What matters is how you managed to get out of there

If you ever have a bad time remembering those times, Bill will be there for you. His idea of friendly therapy to get over it might not be the most practical; as it is getting wasted and party it out- but gosh does it cheer you up. No matter how much time passes, Bill’s antics will be there to help you.

You always admired how he stayed bright and even when the world crumbled around him.

A good decade later you found yourself getting recognized at a coffee shop in Berlin as you were out of rehearsals for your next tour. It was a little girl with coloured hair and glasses. She told you how she found the band through TikTok and your songs helped her through hard times. Just to look up and see that her parent is the same bitch that made your life miserable so many years ago.

You simply smirked, signing an autograph for the girl and allowing her to take a photo with you.

You could’ve shoved this in your bully’s face, but there’s nothing that will bother them more than showing them how happy, and better you are.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schaefer #tokita #alien #tokio hotel scenarios #tokio hotel imagines #tokio hotel alien

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spiderliliez · 1 year

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MORFYDD CLARK and ADHD

The GIFs above are excerpts from Morfydd’s five different interviews during the promotion of “Saint Maud” while still filming “The Rings of Power” where she briefly talks about, and inadvertently exhibits her ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) traits. The first one shows of her being surprised by her alarm, and explains she keeps it on snooze so she doesn’t forget her tasks. Some would think this is just normal, that we all really need to have reminders anyway. But when you have ADHD, your alarms will be your lifesaver, and it can be quite extreme as your attention easily wanders off and you have almost no control of it, because you simply completely forget what you’re supposed to do. 😖

In the second interview, the keyword is “Procrastination” and she mentions how procrastination doesn’t make her feel guilty. Constant procrastination is very common amongst people with ADHD. It’s just always there. Yes, we all procrastinate, but people with ADHD does it more extreme than others. There are those who would feel endless guilt when they dither and temporize what needs to be done, and after all that, they still couldn’t keep themselves from procrastinating anyway. It becomes this vicious cycle, that adds on to one’s depression because of feeling incompetent. I’m just glad she’s allowed herself to indulge in what she wants to do and not feel criminal about it. 🙃 In the third one, she talks about her struggle with reading and being unable to keep at it for a certain duration. This is very common with ADHD as your ability to focus shifts so quickly, especially if you happen to be reading something you realized you’re not that interested in. However as she mentioned, she was able to read through the entire script (for “Saint Maud”) in one go, of which shows how much she loved the story. In some of her interviews, she speaks of how audiobooks have been very helpful to her. People with ADHD can also have “Dyslexia” (just like Morfydd). It’s more common than not, and that makes reading and writing even more challenging.

In her fourth and fifth interview, she talks about how her brain reacts while she was in school. It’s quite clear, listening and reading her interviews, that she has the combination of both the “Hyperactive-Impulsive and Inattentive Type”. As you know, there are three types (Hyperactive-Impulsive, Inattentive, and having both). Being in class, with so much stimuli, with her brain firing different thoughts and ideas almost all at once, as Morfydd exclaimed, “So exciting!”, while the teacher talks about a subject that she probably doesn’t find interesting, plus that insatiable need to get on her feet to be where she wants to be, or do what she wants to do. And all of that... you can imagine, it just becomes quite taxing for an excited ADHD brain. 🧠 I get that, really. The most common type of ADHD in girls is the “Inattentive Type” (formerly just called “ADD” aka Attention Deficit Disorder), which is easily overlooked. I was only diagnosed with it as an adult, which makes it sad as I’ve always been so cruel to myself before, not knowing what was wrong with me, and admitted to myself that I was just simply “lacking” or worst, feeling “dumb”. It’s a terrible (false) acceptance for a kid, and I carried that thought until adulthood. Morfydd got her diagnosis when she was seven. She was probably quite a handful! 😅 Parents and teachers can easily spot the “Hyperactive” kids because, well, they are literally hyperactive and uncontrollably rambunctious. Because of that, they can get their diagnosis earlier in life and get the help they require in their formative years. I was not like that. I was quiet, and timid. I was even called the “most behaved in class”. I didn’t cause any trouble in school. However, my concentration level is next to zero at worst times. I might be sitting quietly, but my mind is just all over the place. I’ve learned earlier in life on how to pretend I’m okay and find ways to cope.

🗨️ MORFYDD SAID: I knew I was different from age seven when I started having medication for it. I understood that something was different but I didn’t understand what it was. I’d go and get my tablet in the staff room at lunchtime and there was a boy a few years above me who had an illness that required lots of medication, but I didn’t know this at the time. I remember seeing him get lots of tablets, cause that’s what he needed, and being like “Wow. He must be really naughty because I am quite naughty and I get one tablet.” I think quite early on, you label yourself as naughty and bad. (via ContentMode)

My ADHD caused me to have insomnia as early as age eight or nine. My brain just never stops wandering, even when I am physically tired. When I do things, I finish my tasks a lot longer than most people, be it at school, at home, or at work. This is not something I’ve talked about before, because I feel as an adult, in the usual corporate profession, I feel I’d be marginalized for it. It’s not really something I want my colleagues, and my boss to know. What’s more, for ADHD people, other learning disabilities are quite common. In school I enjoyed writing essays and stories, however, I suffered from mild “Dyslexia” and when I started second grade I started to have terrible “Dyscalculia” that I still have to this day.

🗨️ MORFYDD SAID: My dyslexia means I can’t read for long periods or the letters start moving around on the page, giving me headaches, so I have to prep more than others in shorter bursts — and when I’m home I’ve got these orange tinted glasses that I have to wear. (via WalesOnline)

My dyslexia has progressively gotten better as I have gotten older, and I even joined spelling bees in school. But the amount of hard work I did for that was just a lot. When I joined my local school paper, I decided it’s better I just focus on “editorial cartooning” instead of writing features and news because I have trouble submitting my articles on time. My dyscalculia until now is the same. I took up “Bachelor of Computer Science”, and you could call it a miracle, but I did manage to graduate. During exams, I always leave the room last, as I have to recheck my answers again and again before I submit them. Same with writing emails at work. And when I have to read a book, I oftentimes find myself stuck on one page over and over again. I’d be reading the same lines, but my mind just flies off, so I have to either stop, or restart reading until I could concentrate. The distraction can be caused by my own thoughts, or because I’m distracted by my surroundings. It’s really hard to focus, and I think Morfydd is amazing for being able to remember her lines especially when she’s doing onstage plays.

🗨️ MORFYDD SAID: I feel that acting really suits me because sometimes I struggle with a whole day rehearsal in a play, but film is very short moments of intense concentration. Then you can snap out of it. Also, the stakes are high. If I was going to have to do something boring like writing an essay, I can only do it under huge amounts of pressure and adrenaline. Being on set you have short bursts with pressure and it’s fun. In terms of learning lines, I will just wander around my flat or town saying them. There is no structure. I struggle when there is a structure enforced on me, that I can’t do. Within film, I am allowed to be fluid and structured within this world. I thought about that a lot with Maud. Because I thought, “Would I have been bullied a lot if I had been in an office, because I would just be annoying? Would I be fired a lot for being late?” (via ContentMode)

The good thing about ADHD, is you have this superpower to “Hyperfocus”. This is when you would zone in on a task, happens when you have so much interest in a certain activity. Just like what Morfydd said, when she read “Saint Maud” for the first time, that she was able to finish it in one go. In that state, nothing can distract you, and I mean nothing! I would often forget the time, or my surroundings when I hyperfocus. I don’t even notice people when they call me. I’m sure it’s the same for Morfydd when it comes to acting. 😎

If you have ADHD, and you aim to meet expectations (such as graduating from school or university, being in a relationship, running a business, or keeping your job), your brain really needs to work extra hard to compensate for your lack of focus and distractibility. In short an ADHD brain tends to be a lot more fatigued, and stressed than others. It can get easier by taking your prescribed medication for ADHD, managing your time, and not forgetting to setup your reminders. Finding ways to cope with the help of recent studies are quite helpful. Support from your friends and family is very important, too!

🗨️ MORFYDD SAID: People with ADHD find it really hard to put effort into things that they don’t find interesting. So, it’s about finding the thing that your child or person with ADHD is passionate about and finding a way to make that part of your world.” (via ContentMode) It’s weird to have a diagnosis from seven. It makes you feel different or other, which feeds a fascination with brains and why people are the way they are. I’m kind to myself about stuff I find difficult, because I understand why. (via NZHerald)

There are many people, especially girls and women who struggle with this neurodevelopmental disorder and not know they actually have it. So, I do have a lot of love, respect and appreciation for Miv, especially that she talks about this publicly, and reminding others that, ‘it’s okay’. With that, I have been reminded to be kinder to myself. I was never okay with having ADHD, but when people like her talk about it, I feel not so alone anymore. 🥀

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My love,

I miss you terribly and only write to assure myself of your well-being. Baldur´s Gate without you has lost its hold on me. Can´t wait to be back in Waterdeep - only two more nights without you.

I was pondering our first nights as a group at camp and a question arouse. I can hardly believe that I never asked you.

How did you feel when you first realized I had developed feelings for you?

Yours always,

Athena.

My dearest love,

I miss you dearly. It has been too quiet without you here, by my side. Tara has started nagging me again, it’s getting awfully annoying. Sometimes I curse my young self for conjuring her, she’s like a second mother.

I cannot wait for your return, I have much planned for you when you get back. I won’t speak too much on it, as I’d like you to be surprised when you get here. Just know, even with my magic, it has taken a bit of effort to create it.

Your question is so… difficult to answer. There are many moments I can pinpoint in the grand scheme of things as I realized you loved me, from your interest in my miniature lecture on magic, to giving up magical artifacts at the drop of a hat for me— it was everything you did.

You had such a kind heart, always indulging as I went on long-winded explanations of things I’m almost positive you already knew. You listened to me, which many people rarely do. If one could die at any annoyance someone felt with them, I’d be buried a million times over. But you, oh my darling, you never made me feel that way.

There’s hardly words to describe how I felt, being loved by someone as selfless and adoring as you. It was comforting, having someone at my side, at my stead, who would go to bat for me when things turned south. I could have sacrificed myself a million times over to fix the world, but it would never heal the broken soul I’d have leaving you behind.

I suppose you could say it was exciting. You, and all your adventures, bringing me along with you. It was exciting knowing that I would be a part of that with you. It was also.. terrifying. You know of Mystra, the curse she bestowed upon me, how ready I was to give myself up and beg for her forgiveness. I was terrified of crossing her again, that perhaps she might take my lifeblood, my magic, away. It was like facing your worst fears a million times over, yet being so hopeful that you’d overcome them.

In short, it was exciting and scary at the same time. You could ask how scary it really was in comparison to our tadpole situation- and, truth be told, I was more worried about screwing things up with you than becoming a Mindflayer. How odd is that?

I will love you for a thousand lifetimes, until my last dying breath. With you, I forget myself, my goddess, my origin. I am ever so lucky to have you, to love you, to be loved by you. I write this with the upmost sincerity when I tell you I am truly the luckiest man alive- in all of Faerún.

I cannot wait for you to return, and I hope you share all your stories with me when you get back. Then, I can really show you just how much I’ve missed you in your time away.

Yours always,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 14 - Be one with me

The prompt for this was "Be one with me"

Suguru warily watches Satoru fight the curse all on his own. That in itself is not strange–Satoru is the strongest after all–but the bloodlust–that’s new.

It’s almost unbearable to watch how he tears into the curse, how he clearly enjoys its form ripping under his bare hands and Suguru feels faintly sick.

“Satoru,” he calls out when the curse is nothing more than a mangled mess on the ground and it still doesn’t seem as if Satoru is going to stop any time soon.

But Suguru wants that curse for his arsenal, so Satoru is not allowed to exorcise it.

There’s a split second where Suguru fears Satoru didn’t hear him–or worse, decides not to listen–before his head snaps around to him. The motion is so animal-like that Suguru’s heart skips a beat.

“I want to have that curse,” he reminds Satoru, who continues to stare at him, unblinking, unwavering, as if he’s afraid Suguru could vanish the moment he takes his eyes off him.

“You always want curses,” Satoru finally pouts, his entire posture softening and he’s back to the Satoru Suguru knows.

A little lanky, a lot spoiled and more than pouty.

“Well, I have to keep collecting them, so I can keep up with you, don’t I?” Suguru mildly asks, as he holds out his hand, unravelling the curse and turning it into one of Suguru’s orbs.

In all honesty, Suguru is not sure an entire arsenal of Special Grade curses would enable him to keep up with Satoru. Not with how viciously he’s turned, recently.

“I would never leave you behind,” Satoru hisses out, something electric flashing through his eyes, even as he bounds up to Suguru, pressing into his side as if he were an overly affectionate cat. “You and I, we’re the strongest, after all. Only together.”

It used to be reassuring, when Satoru said that, but now a cold shudder runs down Suguru’s back. It sounds more like a threat now, like something Satoru will see through no matter what. Suguru doesn’t want to find out what’s going to happen should he fall too much behind Satoru.

“Together we’re the strongest,” Suguru agrees when it becomes apparent that Satoru is waiting for an answer and to distract himself from Satoru’s piercing look, he swallows the curse without preamble.

It fights its way down Suguru’s throat, making him choke on it, and all the while Suguru can feel Satoru’s eyes on him, following the path of the orb down.

It’s unsettling, to say the least, and for a moment Suguru thinks Satoru might attack him, tear the curse right out of him again, no matter what he has to destroy to get to it.

But as soon as that thought enters his head, the curse goes completely down and Satoru’s face smoothes out.

“Treat now?” he asks, brimming with his usual overflowing energy, all excitement and no murderous intent in sight, and Suguru swears one of these days he’s going to get whiplash by Satoru’s rapidly changing moods.

“Sure,” Suguru agrees, because he misses this and he’s going to cling to as many of these normal moments as he can. “But you’re paying, because you made a mess of the curse.”

“Rude,” Satoru huffs out but his eyes blaze with satisfaction and Suguru can’t tell if it’s because Suguru acknowledged the carnage he left behind or because he agreed to get something sweet.

It’s best not to ask, Suguru thinks and helplessly follows after Satoru when he leads the way to a café he scouted beforehand.

It’s such a Satoru thing to do that Suguru forgets all about his worry, at least for now.

~*~*~

“Something is off with Satoru,” Shoko says as she strides into Suguru’s room and Suguru sighs.

None of his friends know how to knock, apparently.

“Hello to you, too,” he gets out just before she sits down at the edge of his bed.

“Suguru, I’m being serious,” Shoko sternly says and Suguru sits up.

“Why do you think that?” he dutifully asks and tries to push his uneasiness away.

Something is definitely wrong with Satoru, but he’s not going to be the first to say that. He needs to figure out what the others have noticed, first, before he says anything.

It’s probably not that serious anyway, and just a normal trauma response or something. Things with Toji did fuck them over, after all.

“He’s–off,” Shoko says, waving her hand as if that could explain anything. “He’s–he’s never been cruel before,” she finally finishes quietly. “Reckless in his words, and mean, sure. But not like this. He’s deliberately aiming for things that hurt, in every conversation. You can’t even talk to him normally anymore.”

“What?” Suguru asks because that sure as hell is something he hasn’t noticed at all.

There are a dozen different things he finds off about Satoru, but this is certainly not one of them.

“Is he being normal with you?” Shoko asks and Suguru nods.

“Yeah, things are just fine. He jokes and banters like usual. He’s not being mean to me and he’s certainly not hitting where it hurts.”

And if someone could hit Suguru where it hurts, it’s Satoru. He knows him best after all.

“Huh. Maybe I just pissed him off then,” Shoko sighs out and relaxes slightly. “I have been kind of hard on him but it would be such a huge help to have someone else here who can heal. Not just himself, but everyone else, too.”

“But he can’t figure it out?” Suguru guesses.

“He can’t. Or he doesn’t want to, I’m not sure. Like I said, conversations with him are not very productive lately.”

Suguru wants to offer his help, but seeing as he’s the only one who cannot heal himself here, he doubts he could do anything for Shoko.

“Sorry,” he still says, and he’s not even sure if he’s apologising for himself or on Satoru’s behalf.

“Yeah, whatever,” Shoko quietly says. “As long as he’s fine. It was traumatic what you went through, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if it fucked him up, but we’d need to know to do anything about it.”

Suguru wants to say that he doesn’t think they are any more fucked up than they were before but then he remembers the absolute viciousness with which Satoru tends to pound curses into the ground lately and he bites his tongue.

He doesn’t even know why he feels as if he should keep this a secret but it doesn’t feel right to talk to Shoko about this, not when he hasn’t even confronted Satoru about it.

If anything Suguru really should talk to him first.

~*~*~

“Geto, a word, please,” Yaga calls out when Suguru is just on his way back to his room.

He doesn’t know where Satoru went off to after they returned from their mission but he guesses he’s going to find him in his room later anyway, so he quickly jogs over to Yaga.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on with Gojo?” Yaga asks, not beating around the bush and Suguru’s stomach churns uneasily.

If even Yaga noticed something off about him–

“What do you mean?” Suguru asks, playing dumb for now, and he probably shouldn’t shield Satoru, not when he could easily turn to all on them with that bloodlust he’s displaying lately, but it doesn’t feel right to Suguru.

Satoru hasn’t hurt anyone and Suguru will always be on his side.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Yaga chides him but Suguru continues to play dumb.

“Notice what?”

Yaga lets out a harsh breath.

“Something about his energy is–off. Has been ever since that thing with Toji happened. You should have noticed, you two spend all of your time together anyway.”

Suguru’s breath catches in his throat; Yaga is right. Something about Satoru is definitely off, but Suguru was so concerned about his mannerisms, about how he behaved lately that he didn’t even notice that his energy is all out of whack, too.

“I–must have not been paying attention,” Suguru admits, though a tiny voice at the back of his head whispers that it’s more like he didn’t want to see. “I’ll ask him about it, alright?” he promises Yaga, who regards him for a moment before he nods.

“See that you do, we can’t have him going berserk on us,” Yaga finally says and then promptly marches off, leaving Suguru alone with his thoughts.

Unease settles around Suguru as he remembers Satoru’s manic laughter as he beats curses to a pulp and the fact that his own energy was barely distinguishable from that of the curse makes Suguru sick to his stomach.

He needs to find out what’s going on, or otherwise Satoru might leave him soon and Suguru isn’t sure he could stand that.

Satoru should be in his room, waiting for him after the latest mission so Suguru hurries, his feet carrying across school faster than they usually do and when he storms into his room, Satoru is stretched out on the bed. He looks over at Suguru when he enters, but even that is somehow wrong, because his body goes still for a moment, tightly controlled before it seems as if he spills himself out over the bed again and Suguru sits down where he stands.

Satoru is off.

“What is going on?” Suguru outright asks and is not surprised when he’s met with Satoru’s usual deflecting smile.

“What do you mean?” he asks, aiming for a light tone but Suguru is too worried to let it slide for now.

“You’re–”he helplessly waves a hand at Satoru. “Something is off, something is wrong, and I need you to tell me what it is, because otherwise I can’t help you.”

“Who says I need help?” Satoru asks, slowly sitting up, though his face is carefully blank.

“Who says you don’t?” Suguru shoots back. “Both Shoko and Yaga came to me to ask what the hell is wrong with you and I couldn’t give them an answer because I don’t know, because you won’t talk to me, but–Satoru, what happened?”

“What do you think happened?” Satoru wants to know, his eyes boring into Suguru’s and Suguru feels like crying.

“Your energy feels like that of a curse,” he finally whispers out, because it does, even though Suguru tried his best to ignore it.

But ever since that incident with Toji Satoru’s energy has been all out of whack and Suguru finally acknowledges it.

“Suguru,” Satoru starts but his voice breaks before he gets more words than that out and Suguru takes a deep breath.

“It’s not just that; it’s your viciousness, your cruelty, and your overprotectiveness,” Suguru goes on because that, too, is something that has changed.

They used to be together a lot, before, but now they are almost inseparable. Satoru sticks to this side like glue, never strays far away, always comes back within minutes, plastering himself all over Suguru. Suguru doesn’t mind it, but it’s–strange. And during fights, too. Suguru can barely do more than absorb the curse at the end, because Satoru is always right there, fighting before Suguru even gets a chance, snarling at him when he tries to call on a curse and it’s not right.

Satoru used to love to fight together.

“What happened?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s certain he doesn’t want to hear the answer.

“Toji happened,” Satoru says after a moment. “Toji happened and I died.”

“But you got better,” Suguru harshly says, because Satoru figured out how to heal himself.

“You can’t heal death, Suguru,” Satoru quietly whispers and Suguru feels as if he’s being choked. “I died. And then–”

“You turned into a curse,” Suguru brokenly finishes for him and buries his face in his hands.

“Suguru, I–” Satoru starts but he falls silent without ever finishing his sentence.

It’s not as if there’s a lot to say. Satoru is dead. What Suguru sees now is just a–a manifestation of energy, desperately trying to remember how to keep a human appearance.

“How?” Suguru’s voice is scratchy but he refuses to acknowledge the tears rolling down his face.

“Regrets,” Satoru carelessly says. “I was supposed to be the strongest. We were supposed to be the strongest. And I–I think the last thing I remember is worrying about you. I couldn’t protect you, you weren’t safe and I–maybe I carried that over.”

It would certainly explain some things, Suguru thinks with a bitter laugh.

“You’re unravelling,” he whispers and Satoru slides down the bed, comes closer to Suguru and now that he knows what to look for he sees how inhuman his movements are.

“It’s hard, remembering how to keep a human form when I could be anything,” Satoru admits. “I’m slipping, sometimes; it’s as if there’s a new set of instincts and I don’t know how to deal with them very well yet. It’s not as if I could ask anyone to practise with me.”

Ice-cold fear grips Suguru when he thinks about how he could lose Satoru; how he lost him and yet could still do so again in the future and his hand shoots out, tightly gripping Satoru’s wrist.

It feels the same as always under his fingers, but maybe Satoru is just concentrating very hard right now.

“Be one with me,” Suguru urgently says, his fingers probably tight enough around Satoru to hurt.

If he still feels that kind of thing.

“Huh?”

“You’re unstable, and Yaga already noticed that something with your energy is off. I can’t help with that, not even by practising with you. But if you–if I absorb you your energy will always be masked with mine. You’d be tethered to me, I could keep you stable.”

It’s a reckless suggestion; Suguru has trouble absorbing Special Grade curses and Satoru is bound to be stronger than that. There’s no guarantee that Satoru will maintain his personality, that being absorbed won’t change him but Suguru has to try.

The thought that he could lose Satoru for real–

“So you can keep me on a leash?” Satoru almost growls out and his eyes blaze an electric blue.

“So I can protect you,” Suguru immediately gives back. “So you don’t leave me.”

It almost feels as if Satoru’s skin is burning under his hand, but Suguru doesn’t dare to let him go, too afraid that he’ll slip right through his fingers.

“Absorb me, huh?” Satoru whispers after a moment, leaning in close and pressing his lips to Suguru’s throat, following the trail a curse normally takes.

His obsession with watching Suguru swallow the curses lately makes a lot more sense all of a sudden.

“Please, Satoru. Don’t leave me,” Suguru urges him and a shiver runs down his back when Satoru chuckles against his skin.

“I turned into a curse because I didn’t want to leave you,” he quietly says and Suguru bites back a moan when Satoru nips at the skin right at the base of Suguru’s throat.

“You don’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m a curse now?”

“Why would I mind something that keeps you at my side?” Suguru gives back and really, it’s as easy as that.

As long as it means Satoru can stay, Suguru wouldn’t mind anything.

Instead of answering Suguru, he feels a tug on his own energy; Satoru urging him on to use his technique and Suguru doesn’t have to be asked twice.

Satoru is by no means weak enough for Suguru to forego the subjugation, but Satoru comes willingly so it’s easy to transform his energy into one of Suguru’s orbs.

But instead of swirling black and gold, this one is bright blue, just like Satoru’s eyes.

Suguru’s eyes burn again when he looks at the orb and he briefly cradles it to his chest, wishing to protect Satoru no matter what, before he plops him into his mouth and swallows him down.

Satoru goes down easy, easier than any other curse Suguru absorbed and the assimilation process is over in a heartbeat.

Suguru doesn’t feel any different, though the knowledge that Satoru is now his in a way that can’t be explained, can’t be reversed makes him go hot all over.

He feels a tug on his own energy again–clearly Satoru is impatient as hell–and Suguru quickly calls upon him. Satoru manifests at his side a second later and Suguru can tell that he’s more stable.

“It does help,” Satoru says, sounding almost surprised and Suguru huffs.

“You think I would lie about that?” he demands to know and can’t help but to sway close to Satoru. “I would never. I want you to stay, after all.”

“And I will. Until you die, I’ll be here,” Satoru promises and leans close, his eyes burning.

Suguru meets him halfway, knowing exactly what it is he wants and he can’t even blame his own technique for that; Satoru is too powerful for him to completely control. He can maybe make suggestions, but Satoru will have to follow them willingly, or not at all.

And this, apparently, is something he does willingly.

When they part, Satoru grins at him.

“And? Do I feel human enough?” he asks, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes and Suguru chuckles.

“You feel like you,” he simply says, because it doesn’t matter to him if Satoru feels human or not.

As long as it’s him, nothing matters to Suguru.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #curse!gojo satoru #so technically there's a major character death #canon divergence #angst #hurt/comfort #getting together #unhealthy co-dependency

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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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Which members promotions were your favorite so far? Hobi might win for me because that listening party was super fun and Lollapalooza was crazy. Also More sits at the same table as SMFpt2 for me as far as being really shocking and exciting when it dropped!

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Hi Anon!

Nothing beats Yoongi’s D-DAY tour for me. My god what an experience. I was fortunate to attend multiple stops and I still have fever dreams in the middle of the day remembering how hard I was screaming along to Burn It and Huh, how my friend burst into tears during Snooze, how I choked up a bit during Life Goes On and finally lost it on The Last. The encore tours gave me the emotional equivalent of a blood transfusion. Seeing Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook on stage in a proper concert setting for the first time in almost a year, was really the best parting gift and I’ll always be grateful to Yoongi for it. I love that man very, very much.

That cute practice session Yoongi did for the ‘I’m so cute’ or whatever challenge with Jimin too, subbing ARMYs with screaming plushies and the live he did reading fan messages teasing us about his seven tattoo… and then that cheeky reveal after the tour ended…

Yoongi gave me everything and more with his album and the tour.

Other members too:

- SeokJin going to Argentina to promote The Astronaut with Coldplay was incredible. The planning and organizing behind that feat couldn’t have been easy but somehow they made it work and LatAm ARMYs were finally able to see at least one Tannie for the first time in a long while. That really was amazing.

- Taehyung’s Tiny Desk performances are 🤌🏽

- I loved how Jimin really thought outside the box with his promotions, choosing to go on many really fun Korean variety shows. These are shows BTS either hadn’t done ever or in something like 5 years. A lot of my K-ARMY friends loved how Jimin seemed to prioritize them fully in ways that hadn’t been done for a while.

- I tried hard to attend Joon’s small concert but work commitments didn’t allow that possibility, but I also really love his promotion choices. My partner (surprisingly) has become a tiny bit obsessed with Joon’s Tiny Desk performance lol, so I suspect Joon has gained a new fan.

- Think I’ve already talked about how Hobipalooza was the concert highlight of 2022 for me. Hobi had such a short time to put everything together, and I’m proud of him for going out of his comfort zone a bit sending out invites and throwing the launch party. I loved seeing him just celebrate his success, seeing the other members chill out and have a good time.

- It was nice seeing that at least one member did not forget Europe exists with their promotions (😭), so I’m glad Jungkook could make the trip over to promote Seven in the UK.

The rapline’s album projects are easily some of the best releases this year in any genre for me. And I’m not even trying to be biased. Corroborated by critics reviews, each album is a solid, cohesive, and cerebrally stimulating piece of art and I’m so proud of them for putting it together. It’s easy to see how BTS has become the biggest band in the world when you have these three men who can stand as respected artists in their own right, being the bedrock of the music created by BTS for the last 10 years.

Jimin’s debut with FACE ended k-pop in 2023. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the industry as we know it, life as we know it, Jimin as we knew him, ended in March 2023. What Jimin did with Set Me Free Pt 2 still gives me goosebumps when I think about it. That song was a warning shot, a small mercy to the industry to warn them in advance of who Jimin is prepared to become as a solo artist and as Jimin of BTS, and I cannot overstate how excited I am for his next project. FACE as an album is the complete package. His songs are just good. Like, actually good. Good enough to play anywhere and any time. That’s the kind of music Jimin makes. Imagine hearing Face-off in a concert arena… imagine hearing the intro play before he comes on stage. Can you even imagine….

Lol I’m starting to hurt myself with these imagines.

Taehyung’s album too is very good (though these days it only gets plays from me in the evenings). And while Seven isn’t my favorite release, it’s still a well made song that Jungkook of course has done a phenomenal job with. Twice now he’s had to promote it outdoors in very bad weather and he’s kept his vocals stable and well projected. He’s working hard and I’m hoping it translates well into work done for his solo album debut later this year.

I have almost no complaints in the debut solo showcases from all the members, in their promotion styles, and in the overall presentation. These albums were all very decent and respectable first showings from the members of the biggest group in the world. The response from the general public and professional critics has been very favourable, and the fandom has supported each member to be as successful as one would expect for anyone from BTS.

I’m a very happy ARMY in Chapter 2 ^_^

#bts #jimin #yoongi #Namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #SeokJin #Jungkook #bts chapter 2 #BTS solo debuts #face album #indigo #d day tour #jitb #layover #jk seven #the astronaut

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wrath/gloom/sloth he’s SO fucking not normal you guys

the only other Hong Lu with gloom is liu. wrath used to be pretty rare in his kits but liu, w corp, and hook Hong Lu have it so it’s not really that rare anymore! No lust is also something to note because right now the only Hong Lu identities that don’t have lust affinity somewhere are the corp ones!

It’s a little bit of a reach but his lustless ids being specifically the corp ones reminds me of something from dream of the red chamber. In that book, there’s a character named Zhen Bao-yu, who seems identical to and is even called a “mirror version” of Jia Bao-yu(the most likely equivalent to limbus Hong Lu) in the text. The two look very similar and even have the same jade, but the difference is instead of remaining silly and whimsical (to quote the text, “full of lust”) like Jia Bao-yu, Zhen Bao-yu eventually matures out of this. When the two finally meet in person, Jia Bao-yu expects to meet a kindred spirit but soon realizes Zhen Bao-yu isn’t actually like him and is a “career worm”, which he hates.

All the corp hong lus get their jobs from nepotism, So that can potentially provide deeper meaning for why the Corp Hong Lu’s don’t have lust if you’re a little too insane about the text, but what about this one? he sure as hell isn’t working at a corp?

If I have to connect it to the text, this Hong Lu reminds me of the Jia Bao-yu (who i’m just gonna call Bao-yu for brevity bc Zhen Bao-yu isn’t relevant to here) near the very end of the book. Here, he returns to the land of illusion and is enlightened this time! He reads a bunch of forbidden knowledge that pretty much amounts to the fates of everyone he cares about, and DOESN’T forget it like he did the first time. This makes him develop an ambivalent “it had to happen this way and i couldn’t stop it” view of life and he starts to gradually disconnect from reality. Eventually he just. fucks off to become a monk

Of course, this might not be what they’re going for. I don’t even know how equivalent they’re trying to make things related to Hong Lu to the text, i just know it’s not gonna be one-to-one. On the other hand, red chamber is also a long ass book i don’t think many people in this fandom have read through, and it’s one of our biggest hints for what Hong Lu’s canto could hold.

Also the s3 sloth reminds me of k corp Hong Lu and i like that guy. i almost forgot to say this

i’m sooo excited for this id to drop ohhh my god. i need to see all the fucked up shit he says. i need some freak i can run on a sinking team who isn’t named lcb sinner Hong Lu. and thank god this games equivalent of bao-yu fucking off to be a monk isn’t bald bc i’d be really scared if he was (monk bao-yu cuts off all his hair when he fucks off. it’s really sad)

#pachiposting #limbus company #hong lu lcb #sure. i’ll main tag this #maybe we will get an actual analysis? i don’t know i’m kindof In College. but there’s a lot about this guy

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delfiore · 2 years

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posso ancora aspettare

pairing: robin buckley x gn!reader

synopsis: in which there’s no happily ever after, because she loves someone else.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: ok this is awkward um not me showing up like weeks later after my last fic haha 🧍🏻‍♀️also tumblr was being a little bitch and shadowbanned tf out of me so if you saw me posting then deleting this multiple times no you didn’t 🫣

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“Oh.”

The word came out of your mouth like a squeak, a meek sound disguised as a happy surprise at the news Robin had just delivered. Though it wasn’t a surprise, to you nor to Steve—the only other person who knew Robin. You just thought you had more time.

“I can’t believe it. She said yes! Vickie agreed to go on a date with me.”

You were too shellshocked to even notice whatever facial expression Steve was making that prompted Robin’s excitement to cease.

“What?”

“I don’t know, Robin. She just came out of a relationship.

“So what?” Her tone grew annoyed.

“I’m just saying,” Steve leaned against the counter, his mouth hung open in search of the right words to say, “you gotta be careful, you know? She just broke up with her boyfriend, and this could be . . . a distraction.”

You looked up at Steve nervously, scrunching your eyebrows hoping he’d change his mind and apologize. He only looked back with a nonchalant shrug.

“Screw you, Harrington.” Robin mumbled, and walked away, towards the back of the store.

“Why would you say that?” You sighed.

“Am I wrong though?”

“No, but you didn’t have to rain on her parade like that.”

It was an asshole move, but you knew he was only trying to protect you. Only weeks ago had Steve tried all his might to tease Robin about Vickie, giving her lists upon lists as to why Vickie definitely likes girls too. You never meant to tell your truth, but you could never lie to Steve; he’d become like a big brother. And so on a random Tuesday night, in tears and with your head in your hands, you did.

“Please don’t do that again.” You pleaded, and hated the pitiful look he gave you following a short sigh.

Robin was reorganizing the closet with angry huffs when you peeked through the door quietly.

“Steve didn’t mean that, Robbie.”

“I don’t know what he means.” She slammed the stack in her hand down with a thud. “He’s being an ass because Heidi dumped him again, and he’s jealous. I mean, a week ago, he was bugging me to ask Vickie out, and I only did because he was bothering me so much. And now he wants to be all wary of her. Pisses me off.”

You didn’t know what to say. Frankly, you didn’t want her to go on that date either, but you couldn’t stand in the way of your best friend’s happiness, not when she’s been working up the courage to seize it for so long. Even if it destroyed yours.

“Hey, forget it, alright? Steve says stupid shit sometimes.” You tapped her shoulder with a small smile. “When’s your date? Come over before, and I’ll help you prepare.”

A smile quickly spread across her lips, as she pulled you into a tight hug. You chuckled, and ruffled her hair.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Robin said, “you’re my best friend, and my number one, you know? I love you.”

“Of course I know.” You rolled your eyes, grinning.

“C’mon, say it back.” She whined, pulling your hand.

“No, it’s cheesy.”

“Say it baaaack.”

“Luh you tuh.” You mumbled, causing the girl to laugh, and bring her leg up to kick your behind teasingly.

You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat it properly, because to you it’s not the same, and it would be wrong to say it.

Falling for Robin was easy. As easy as it was to draw breath, to dip your fingers and watch them the disturb the still of the water at Lover’s Lake, to open your eyes and let the world paint a colorful palette in front of you.

You didn’t know whether crushes were easy to overcome (from observing Steve through his quest to find a girl you thought it was), but this wasn’t a sporadic infatuation. This was another feeling, another sensation entirely. It was all you’ve ever known since freshman year, when you saw her for the first time doodling in Gerhardt’s second period. Robin was you’ve ever known.

Robin, Robin, Robin.

But now, she liked someone else, again. Not you.

Never you.

You barely had time to think about that these days. Yet again, something from the Upside Down was terrorizing your home, and yet again, it was up to you and your friends to defend it.

Spending time with Robin during it all reminded you that you were still one of the most important people to her, and that you’d be content just being her friend—being in her presence was enough. But you were reminded of how much it hurt seeing her pine over someone else, and most of all, how much it hurt seeing her heartbroken. Stupid Vickie didn’t know what she was missing out on.

“Guess it wasn’t a date after all.” Robin mumbled before pushing past you and Steve, escaping the sight of her crush at the other end of the store aisle kissing, who seemed to have been the boyfriend.

There was a vile part inside of you that was glad Robin saw them together.

You had just finished a batch of spears, clumsily duct-taped together from pipe cut-out sections and kitchen knives. You couldn’t believe this was your life now; making weapons to fight inter-dimensional demon lords. Spring break in Hawkins, just wack.

You looked over to see Robin sitting by Steve making molotovs. He caught your gaze, quietly gesturing towards the girl before standing up to leave.

“Hey.” You took his seat.

“Hey.” There was a smile on her lips, but it was small and strained.

“You alright?”

"I don't know," Robin said, looking down at the incendiary device. "Nancy's got a plan, so I guess we'll be as best prepared as we can be. All that matters is that we keep everyone safe."

"Robs," you shook your head, "I asked how you are doing." You took her hand tentatively, and she didn't pull away. They were warm and slender, and they fitted perfectly intertwined with your own. You felt her eyes on you, as you continued stroking the back of her hand with your other hand.

"I just have this terrible, terrible feeling that this isn't going to work out for us this time."

Your best friend lowered her head, lips pressed tightly, and you hated seeing how much all this broke her spirit. Robin Buckley, the most positive and ready-to-problem-solve, was hunched over defeated at the thought of going up against the telepathic demon lord.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” You let your hand pull back her hair from her face, your chest tightening seeing her glossy eyes. “We’re gonna be okay. We can’t die yet. We still gotta go to Europe, remember? Watch the sun go down in Champs de Mars, eat ice cream as we walk along the port in Monaco, right?”

This elicited a short laugh from the girl. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “We don’t even have money for that yet.”

“Then we gotta go make some.” You smiled, encouragingly. “After we fight Vecna . . . slash Henry, slash One, whatever.”

“Okay, dingus.” She said, putting a hand up to your face, and pinching your cheek lightly. “You win.”

Her eyes, blue like the sky, found a home in yours. You wondered how a pair of eyes could feel so much like home, and how easy it was to fall in love with them. You didn’t need to ask anyone—certainly not Vickie—you knew what that was like yourself. You loved Robin so much, and you didn’t know what you were going to do if she left your side.

You settled for a kiss on her cheek, and a firm hug, choking back a confession when an overwhelming sense of love enveloped you, as you did her.

You were to go to Eddie and Dustin to distract the Demobats so that everyone else can go on with their plan. With much persistence from Robin, saying that it was where you’d be most safe, you watched with a worried frown as Robin slung her backpack over her shoulder.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her; she looked so good, so brave, even though you knew her hands were shaking.

“Be careful, okay?” You said, trying not to let your weakness show.

“You first.” Robin smiled, and you brought her into your arms to hold her tight before you said anything you'd regret.

Robin sighed and squeezed you back with the same affection, as you placed a firm kiss on her cheek. She prayed for your safety, so that she could clutch onto you afterward, tell you all about how the date with Vickie made her realize that they were too similar for her to like her bandmate in any sort of romantic way, that she had been burying her feelings for you out of respect for your friendship, and that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't say anything now.

The thought of you consumed her, so that even while her body moved through the woods behind Steve and Nancy, her mind was with you, watching you with Eddie and Dustin, wanting to fend off whatever posed a threat to you. She imagined your pursed lips, anxious, wandering eyes waiting for the strike to come, then she'd imagine you wounded, and get the coldest sense of dread running down her spine.

"Hey," Steve stood back when he saw her steps slow down, "Robin, you alright?"

"I think I'm in love with Y/N." She said, and there was no hesitation in her voice.

Steve only sighed, wishing his best friend would have realized sooner. It would have spared both you and her a lot of time.

“Let’s finish this, and then you can go ask them out, alright?”

With a heavy heart and desperate longing, Robin kept marching until she reached the vine-infested mansion in which Vecna resided.

They went along with their plan, yet by the end of it, Vecna’s body was nowhere to be found after he fell out of the window, shattering the glass in the most dramatic of fashions. The vines that broke off from his body were still moving like forgotten maggots on the floor. The fight was not over, but they have won for now.

Robin was the first to run back to the trailer park in the Upside Down, hoping to catch you. She was fantasizing about how she was going to tell you everything that she’s been feeling, that she didn’t even notice at first that you were nowhere to be found. Dustin was sat on the dirt with his little head in his hands, sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie approached her cautiously, and she saw the worst.

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Steve has had to make several food runs the past two days, so much so that his wallet had been depleted (not that it ever was full in the first place), and the boy begrudgingly drove back home to the other end of town to get some more cash. Lucas was a bit more willing to eat. Seeing him munch on a sandwich halfheartedly as his eyes glued on Max’s lifeless body roused the dormant fatherly sentiments in Steve that only ever get to strong for these reckless yet brave teenagers he’s been babysitting.

He dreaded going into the room next to Max’s, because he hated seeing both of his best friends in such distress, one of them stuck in a limbo of life and death and the other mulling over it as if she had already lost them.

“Hey,” he said, “got you some jelly donuts.”

At the silence from the girl, and the incessant beeping of the machine—the only indication that you were still alive—Steve set the food down on the nightstand next to Robin.

“Hey, you gotta eat something, alright?” Uncharacteristically calm and quiet, he murmured and placed a hand on her shoulder. “After that, go home and get a quick change of clothes. I’ll be here.”

“No.” She shook her head quietly, her hands never leaving yours; it was cold and limp.

“Robin—“

“I have to wait,” She said. “I have to be here when Y/N wakes up to tell them that I love them.”

Your face was eerily serene, like stuck in a deep sleep that you couldn’t wake up from. The doctors were puzzled by what kind of animal bites that plagued your sides which caused you to go into septic shock and, subsequently, your current comatose state. You might wake up tomorrow, next week, or—they feared at worst—never at all.

“I’ve waited for so long,” Robin brought your hand up to kiss it, “I can still wait.”

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley angst #robin buckley imagine

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reverieaa · 1 year

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𝑭𝒖𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍

Now let's first get honest with ourselves. I am sure when you first found out about this material, you were imagining yourself on a beach somewhere. Something like that. I remember when I first heard Neville, I thought he was satanic, Lol. Then I heard him quote the Bible, and I was intrigued. I studied his interpretation of the Bible and I did not really care about the Law. Then I got interested in the Law and I remember I started to imagine myself in Hawaii. Things of that nature.

Edward art.

It’s only natural to crave the best after something as powerful as the law. The perfect face, the perfect body, and life, It’s what we always wanted. These are desires we have labelled as “big”, and there are also desires we have labeled as “small”, things we think about that would be nice but don’t pay attention to because we don’t believe it would bring the same wave of satisfaction.

But these things aren’t “uninportant desires”, but dead ones. One’s you had a long time ago, and they lie within you, buried deep like the version of you, that once desired those things also is.

Maybe what you want is not the perfect technique, not the perfect full proof advice, nor the physical manifestation of those desires.

What you want, is proof that you are God.

And i’m writing this to guide yourself through that, to understand what being your creator is. To show you, not even a glimpse of who you truly are, forget about your present desires that came along with your 3D circumstances and meditate on my words.

I came across an epiphany lately, one that i don’t think i can forget. I grew courious of desire of our inner world and went over my life. I forgot about my present wishes.

I closed my eyes and i was a child again.

Do you remember how you would go to the mall with your parents and whenever you entered a toy shop you were so excited to see all the big barbie boxes, shelves full of doll sets and cute clothes, You’d grab your parent’s attention asking for one, but often were denied, saying they didn’t have enough money, or just crying because you left empty handed and felt selfish.

Now, in my mind, i entered a closed toy shop in the mall again and found myself in the dolls section. Even if i’m not a child anymore, i hear my own voice whsiper to myself “ Go ahead, this is all yours” and play with those dolls, I dress and brush their hair.

When you were a child, you probably looked outside the window one night, bearly reaching your head over the window to look outside and were mesmerised by how dark and scary it was. You probably thought to yourself how cool it would be if you went out to play at night. But you were told outside i dangerous for a little kid like you to be out during this time.

So then you give it to yourself. Become a child again, and imagine yourself in a big field or park at night. You’re free to play, you’re safe to have fun. You’re away from the ones that abused you and the ones that hurt you.

When i was a child i wanted to play in the snow, i watched kids my age in hollywood Christmas movies laugh and play with their friends as snowflakes fell from the sky and covered their hair, i had nethier friends nor snow.

So i gave myself that. I was a child again, alone in a giant field covered in snow and just lied flat on the ground.

I gave myself something i might not desire now, but i remembered i once wanted that impacted me. Something as personal like this is something i can only give to myself. Only i can know how meaningful that is. No one with power or money could’ve done it for me. So do the same with yourself.

Mabye these are things you threw away because it was safer for you. You casted these things away without asking yourself how important they are, unknowing that you casted yourself away too.

This is God to me. It’s not something that gives me the perfect face, a big house or a shit load of money, not just some higher power able to make things happen, It’s when you give yourself something only you know it’s story, it becomes more intimate and powerful, it’s when you allow yourself to be heard by God, you.

Only God would know your story, only God would know the story behind your deepest desire, then if only you can give yourself these things, what else are you other than God?

Do you see how powerful that is to give yourself something that big that others can’t even comprehend? There is something very intimate about giving something to yourself that you once desired, but no one bothered to give. That is your proof of the existence of the God within you.

No one, with no amount of money or power, connections or face, could’ve done that for you, only you, only the God within you.

It is then you will realize that your greatness is too great for it to lie in some physical satisfaction of your desires.

It's preached that " God gives hope to the hopless," then do just that , give hope to the version of you that was the most hopeless, hear yourself with the ear of God when you wanted to be heard the most but stood silent, and feed yourself when you were the most hungry. Smile at the version of yourself that was its worst.

If you don’t understand now then meditate on what i’ve written later,there’s no need to rush in nothing, but i still hope you’re able to grasp what i’m trying to explain because i think it would benefit you especially if you’re stuck and confused, often times the confusion of the law turns into fear and we push ourselves in a corner amongst the endless, tiring loa advice.

Discovering loa does not mean that who you were before is unimportant and who you are now is just better. I'm not here to help you as you don't need my help, but here to remind you.

To fall in love with imagination is to fall in love with yourself. But how can you do that if you haven’t glanced your way first?

#law of assumption #loa #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #affirm and persist #void state #loa methods

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tklpilled · 1 year

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lose myself in you

(ritsu, shou)

summary: maybe ritsu should start rethinking his relationships.

a/n: first mp100 fic wooo

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

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The pros of becoming friends with Shou: having friends.

The cons: being friends with Shou.

Ritsu needs so many headache medicines.

“Oh, Ritsu~” coos Shou in that damn voice of his, and Ritsu tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him—like it doesn’t send heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

“Give me a break,” he says, forcing himself to sound level.

He can practically feel Shou’s pout. “I haven’t seen you much lately! I should make up for lost time, shouldn’t I?”

No, Ritsu wants to say, you definitely shouldn’t, but he made a mistake by not running the second he sensed a change in Shou’s mood, since now the redhead is pinning him down, Ritsu’s hands under his friend’s knees.

He always does this, every single time; leaves enough room for Ritsu to get away, only to tease him relentlessly when he doesn’t.

“Suzuki,” he tries to negotiate, but it proves to be futile when Shou vibrates his fingers into Ritsu’s ribs.

“W-wAHAHAhahait—it tihickles—!” he gasps, squirming frantically to no avail.

He can just barely hear Shou’s crooning over his own laughter. “Your laugh is so cute, how am I ever supposed to stop?”

And it’s so much worse, because Ritsu is a stranger to tickling—ever since his parents stopped as he got older, and Shigeo was never the touchy type in the first place—but he’s even less accustomed to teasing.

Ritsu doesn’t like being helpless. He hates it. So why, he yearns to know, isn’t he fighting back? Because he can. He’s perfectly capable of it, considering Shou knows his boundaries and always leaves him a way out, it’s just that Ritsu never takes it.

He manages to free one of his hands from underneath Shou, and then he promptly realises that he doesn’t know what to do with it (doesn’t want to do anything with it). Shou only laughs, and when Ritsu just leaves it there for a few moments longer, he takes it back in his grasp.

Ritsu is having fun, and he has no idea why.

He thinks it might be because he’s, at the very least, given an escape route. He isn’t completely helpless. He thinks it could be because it’s Shou, who he trusts, and something about it feels natural. He thinks a lot of things, but he forgets them all in favour of focusing on Shou’s wiggling, electrifying, torturous fingers.

“Poor Ritsu,” coos Shou. Mockingly. “You’re just too ticklish, aren’t you?”

“St—ahahaha! Dahahamn yohou!”

Shou’s fingers curl around his waist, pressing into his sides. “You could get out of this so easily, you know. You are a psychic.”

Ritsu makes a noise of protest. “Cahaha—cahan’t focus,” he weakly defends himself, making Shou grin.

“I never get to hear you laugh,” Shou sighs, massaging his thumbs into Ritsu’s hips and acting casual, as if Ritsu isn’t squealing under him. “You should do it more often!”

“Ahaha—absolutely nohohohot!” Ritsu cries, and for his own sake he ignores the warmth spreading over his cheeks. It’s not like Shou is wrong. He doesn’t properly laugh very often. That doesn’t mean Shou has to torment him like this, though. Maybe he should try being funnier or something.

(Ritsu voiced this to his friend, once, only to end up in a fit of laughter—and it was not because Shou took his advice.)

Ritsu knows the main reason Shou does this is because he finds it amusing when he gets flustered. Which isn’t fair, because it’s even easier to embarrass Shou; Ritsu once thanked him and he’d turned bright red, although it could just be that Ritsu is hardly ever nice to him.

“Gohod dahahamn it!” Ritsu groans, trying not to look like he’s enjoying this, which is a difficult task, considering the uncontrollable laughter spilling out of him.

“You’re sensitive everywhere, huh?” Shou giggles, scribbling all ten fingers on Ritsu’s stomach.

Ritsu snorts, making Shou gasp in excitement and causing his face to feel hot. “I’m nohohot! Ihi—stohop! I hahate yohou!”

Shou shows no signs of mercy. “It’s your own fault for being so ticklish, really,” he shrugs, dead set on breaking Ritsu down into a pile of giggles. Which he has already succeeded in doing, so there’s no reason to keep going.

Ritsu is a mess by now, he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he tried. He’s sure his hair is a wreck, too, and he has the urge to fix it but Shou always tells him that it’s cute.

He’s too caught up in his own embarrassment to notice Shou reaching back—until he scratches behind his knee, and Ritsu completely shuts down.

“S-Suhuhu—Suhuzukihihi!” he gasps. “Stohohop thahat! I’ll—k-kihill yohohou!”

“Oh?” says Shou, in a voice that sends chills down Ritsu’s back. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this spot from me?”

“N-nohoho, no,” Ritsu tries to bargain. “Just—nohot there, nohohot thehere!”

Shou curls his fingers into the skin. “Not where, huh? Not here?”

“F-fuhuhucking mohove!” Ritsu snarls, and he tries to sound threatening but he can’t. It apparently has the exact opposite effect, judging by how Shou smirks and pointedly does not move. He’d been so desperately hoping that Shou never found out about that spot, because he knew that he’d never know a moment of peace after that. He was right, it seems, as proven by the absolute torture he’s going through now.

And then it stops.

Ritsu catches his breath, taking a moment before he blinks open his eyes, only to see Shou hovering above him.

They stare at each other for a second before Shou bursts out laughing. “Was—was it so bad I forced you into using your powers?” he giggles.

Ritsu grumbles in embarrassment, then releases his powers (he cringes at the sound of something else falling on the ground—it seems Shou wasn’t the only thing he accidentally lifted) and lets Shou land on top of him. He wastes no time wrapping his arms around the boy, trapping him while squeezing at the sides of his stomach. Because, while the chance to exploit it doesn’t come often, Shou is nearly as ticklish as Ritsu himself is.

For a while after that, the room is filled with laughter that Ritsu definitely doesn’t find endearing, and for as much as Shou teased him, he really didn’t fight back at all.

#my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ritsu kageyama #shou suzuki #ritshou #if you want #lee!ritsu #ler!shou #wrote a good portion of this while a bit drunk so uhhhhh.

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