#both energetic and shaky at the same time

[allastoredeer]

Meds being kicking in WEIRD today folks. Feeling like a shaky little freak right now. If I spontaneously drop the weirdest shit tonight, blame it on my brain twisting itself into a pretzel

[sammylkcho]

*fidgets in place. Kicks rock*

Razzle&DazzlexGn!Reader? 🥺 or Boxten if you don't want to write rnd *looks around nonchalantly*

oh my god, i don't know why but your request filled my head with thousands of super sweet reader and R&D scenarios

and don’t worry! I tried to make it as fluffy and romantic as possible (in a healthy way, of course)

Warnings/Notes: first fic about dandys world yay, fluff, romantic, established relationship, reader with gender neutral

After spending a good while in the elevator extracting ichor from the machines, you felt your hands and feet completely sore and numb. All the adrenaline that had kept you alert had faded away, and now you were fully aware of the pain that invaded every part of your body.

If it were possible, your hands would be calloused by now. Instead, a slight tremor ran through your fingers, still covered in dried ichor that you'd forgotten to clean off while working.

You managed to reach one of the few rooms that hadn’t yet been invaded by the twisteds, a place of rest for the few toons still exploring the floors and continuing with the extraction. With tired eyes, you looked around the room until a familiar figure caught your attention. You immediately recognized the two heads (or masks) and the red scarf around their neck. Your eyes lit up in recognition: your duo and beloved partner.

"Razzle, Dazzle!" you exclaimed, waving excitedly as they turned to see who was calling them.

"Oh! Y/N" Razzle called to you with the same joy you felt, while Dazzle also said your name in a soft but sweet tone. Both looked genuinely happy to see you.

They opened their arms, wrapping you in a hug as soon as you reached them. The warmth of their embrace was comforting, and any negative thoughts seemed to dissipate in their company.

"How was it out there?" Razzle asked. "You’re alright.. aren’t you?" added Dazzle a few seconds later, in his calm tone to avoid overwhelming you.

You buried your face into the curve of their necks, savoring the soft texture of the scarf they shared. You made a small sound of negation before replying.

"It went well, though I’m a bit tired right now. And yeah, I’m okay… just a bit covered in ichor" you responded to both questions, letting the hug envelop you.

You felt the rhythmic strokes of Razzle’s white hand (on the right side, you assumed) and the slow pats of Dazzle’s black hand (on the left side).

"We could help you next time you go; you know you have us here to help" Razzle said.

"Mmh… I could extract the machines, so you don’t get so tired" added Dazzle.

A slight warmth colored your cheeks at their words. Normally, you wouldn’t ask for their help since they ended up tired too, but you always appreciated those supportive and encouraging comments they gave you.

A small squeal of excitement and nervousness escaped you involuntarily, and you quickly tried to hide even further into the scarf.

"Thanks guys" you whispered after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence.

You thought they might simply continue talking normally or stay in silence in each other’s company until you suddenly heard an energetic "mwa" followed by a softer "mwa" leaving you feeling both shaky and nervous.

"Anything for our beloved partner!" "We wouldn’t want to see you so tired and doing everything on your own..."

Their words filled you with a comforting warmth that made your heart race. They were too sweet.

You lifted your head, full of determination, noticing Dazzle’s slight smile and Razzle’s bright grin, both filled with deep love and affection.

You gave each of them a kiss on their cheeks, leaning on their shoulders as you smiled warmly at both.

They were the sun that brightened your days, and you were their burning flame that never seemed to go out, no matter how strong the wind.

[marchsfreakshow]

How Dangerously Beautiful [Peter Maximoff]

Fluff

You like collecting knives, and the first time Peter comes over, he's interested in the love you have for the maybe weapons.

Yet another Maximoff fic I'm not sorry. I am love Maximoff :3

No one's perspective

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"We literally just got off the phone Maximoff!" You squealed as the front door was flung open. Nothing could ever make you used to the speedster's mutant powers. No matter how many times he sped himself over to you; outside, at his house, in your garden, at work... it always freaked you out a little. But a grin appeared as Maximoff stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

"well, you asked me to come over. And here I am, over." He breathed out, looking around, then speeding up the stairs. It made a sigh escape your tired body and rushed behind the speedster.

As Maximoff stood by a closed door, he pointed at it, almost quizzically. "Is this your room?"

"Well, do you see another closed doors that have a sign saying my name?"

"ah, yeah." He then just grinned at you and stepped in, immediately taking in the decorations and everything almost cluttering the walls. No mess Maximoff wasn't used to, but still looked around in slight confusion. "And here I thought you were the cleaner one in the relationship." A small chuckle escaped him as you just shrugged and stepped past the speedster.

Your eyes focused on the knife collection you owned with nerves. Sure people around the world liked making different things, selling and buying. But yours was an odd one, and it was the first thing on your mind while your silver-haired boyfriend explored your room. "Well...you know, I try to be." A deep breath when you started your sentence.

Just as soon as you let out a sigh, Peter noticed what you were staring at. He was entranced by the different coloured metals shining in the mid-day light. Entranced by the little details on the handles, and how they seemed to be crafted. "Woah man. These are...fuckin rad..." He whispered, fingernails lightly tracing one of the knives.

A gargled "no!" escaped you as you ran to stand in front of Maximoff. It was useless, he always stood taller than you. "Don't. Don't, touch them." Your voice came out as a shaky whisper rather than a loud and confident command.

"why not?"

"they're precious!!"

"You're precious but I touch you all the time all over."

"oh shut up." Gritted teeth but a blush at his off-handed flirt. Something you were used to, but in a situation like this it overrided your mind. "Just...be careful. Please?"

"Always am babe don't sweat." Another little grin as Maximoff picked up your favourite knife, by complete coincidence. It was a wine red on the handle, covered with little black designs. A spider on the end, a cliché broken heart on the same middle spot on both sides. Little lines and dots around here, there, over and around. Sharpened recently by the looks of it. The blade was dusty looking; the wine red covered in a deep dusk top, perhaps to save the sharpened edge that was new and shiny.

Peter was in love with it. He looked at it like he looked at you whilst you were on top, eyes full of stars...wonder, and just pure amazement. "This is... beautiful.." a small voice coming out of the usually loud and energetic man. As a response you kissed his cheek, staring at your most priceless collectable with the same wonder.

"It's my favourite one, and custom-made. My cousin had it made for me last year on my birthday." It was a bit of random information but probably the only good response you had at that minute. Another little kiss on his cheek as Maximoff placed the knife back in its holder.

"All of these are so pretty. Just like you." Grabbing you by the side and pulling you before him, admiring the small collection. Reds, greens, blues, all shades and colours. They almost sparkled in Peter's eyes as you looked up to him as best you could. "I mean, why knives though babe? They're dangeroussss!" A little singsongy voice, knowing you knew the dangers of having potential weapons such as these.

Small shrug as you wrapped your hands around Maximoff's arms. "I know they're dangerous. But I just, look at them. They're wonderful..."

A small chuckle as kisses were placed around the sides of your face. "Again, beautiful like you. They suit you and I think, you should get a full silver one. Just pure silver."

"what for you?"

"Absolutely!" Both of you laughed to yourselves, just admiring the wall of coloured metal in front of you.

"not a totally stupid idea...I'll think about it."

"you should." Another little laugh as another little set of kisses were peppered over your face.

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Tag: @silverzoomies @babygorewhore @taintandviolent @coentinim @nahoyasboyfriend @newwavesylviaplath @fear-is-truth @slutforgarlogan @slvt4jamesmarch @bluerthanvelvet444 @briaroftheroses

[pholla-jm]

Nightmares

IMAGINE: NIGHTMARES ~ LUFFY X READER GENRE: HURT/COMFORT WARNINGS: MENTION OF DEATH AND LOSS *************************

After the two years of being separated from the crew, you could tell something was different with Luffy. Sure, he was still the energetic and idiotic Captain that you knew and loved. But you could tell that something was weighing him down.

He wouldn’t talk about it though if asked. He would just brush it off with a grin and pretend not to know what you are talking about.

However, Luffy was haunted with nightmares most of his nights. They weren’t that bad though, according to his definition.

Ever since he thought he lost his crew and then lost his brother, he felt like he was at his lowest point. He really hated it.

Most of his nightmares included the memory of his brother or losing his crewmates. Something that he could deal with himself. He would take a couple of deep breaths and just go back to sleep.

Tonight was different though. His nightmare included you. You didn’t return after two years. He searched and searched for you but couldn’t find you. He was always panicking, realizing that something could be wrong. And that gut feeling he had was correct. When fighting an enemy, you were brought up. You had died in the hands of this enemy. The enemy gloated how you cried for your Captain, and the last words were his name.

When Luffy woke from that nightmare, he didn’t realize that he had some tears rolling down his face. His heart was beating fast, and not in a good way. His heart was beating out of fear and panic. He knew he had to see you. Just to make sure you were safe. So, he hops out of his hammock and sneaks over to your room.

He tried to be quiet as possible, but you were a light sleeper. So, when you heard the door slightly creaking, you immediately sat up.

“Who’s there?”

Luffy froze hearing your voice. He wasn’t expecting to hear your voice, but at the same time he was glad to hear it. It was reassurance that you were okay and alive.

You squinted your eyes, trying to see who it was. You immediately noticed the outline of the figure. “Luffy?” Luffy didn’t know what to do really. Does he answer you, or just turn around? He decided to go with the first option, it would be weird if he just turned around and acted like nothing happened.

“(y/n)” He says walking into your room. You turn on the little lamp beside your bed, allowing you to get a better look at your captain. It didn’t take long for you to see the tear ridden face.

You immediately pull the blankets up and get out of the bed. Not really caring if you were in your pajamas or not.

“Luffy, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is someone else hurt?” You bombard him with questions.

Luffy doesn’t answer any of your questions. Instead, he just pulls you into a tight hug. His arms clasped around your lower torso and his head nuzzled into your shoulder. You were shocked to say, but you pushed it aside for Luffy. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.

You could feel that his breath was a bit shaky, and his grip was slowly getting tighter. “Hey… Luffy. Do you want to talk about it? It helps to get it off your chest sometimes.”

Luffy’s bottom lip wobbles a little and more tears escape his eyes. “Nightmares.” He whispers and you immediately knew the situation. You knew that what happened to him had to take some toll on him. He just didn’t’ like to show it. But now you know the truth.

“I can make you some tea.” You say, about to pull back and head to the kitchen. Luffy just shakes his head and holds you tighter. “No, I want you to stay with me.”

Your eyes widen at his actions, but you just nod. “Okay, let’s just lay down then.”

Luffy doesn’t argue with you on that. When Luffy is settled into your bed, you pull the blanket up to cover the both of you. His arms were still wrapped around you, this time his head resting on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat.

“Tell me about your nightmares.”

The comforting atmosphere and the tone of your voice made him comfortable enough to tell you about all of his nightmares. Even his most recent one.

All the while you were running your hands through his thick hair. Occasionally, your nails scraping his scalp. His body eased more and more with each action.

“It’s normal to have these types of nightmares after something like that. And it’s okay to ask someone for help. Next time, don’t wait so long to ask for help… but I’m glad that you asked.” You whisper the last part.

“Hey… how about we change the last part of your nightmare.” Luffy looks up at you a bit confused, “what do you mean?” “Well, what if that evil person was lying?”

Luffy looks at you intrigued, signaling you to continue on.

“The guy you were fighting was lying to you. Trying to distract you. But I was completely safe. When you defeated that guy, you found me. And I was so happy to see my Captain.” You tell him and he just stares at you. You sigh, “sorry. I’m bad at story telling.”

Luffy lets out a small laugh, “I think it was great, (y/n).” He says before nuzzling back into your chest. His words leave a small smile on your face, grateful that you were able to help him. “Can I sleep in here more often?” Luffy asks when realizes that really like the feeling of you holding him.

He really enjoyed the warm and comforting atmosphere you provided for him. It made him feel safe.

“Of course. Anytime you want.”

Luffy smiles, leaning up and places a small kiss on the bottom of your chin, “thank you.” A warm blush covers your face when you felt the soft lips of your captain graze your skin. “Anytime.” You whisper as Luffy falls asleep to the comforting sound of your heart beating.

[lkfarrout]

Scared (family fic)

This is technically a Stan x Reader fic, but there's no real romance in it and the relationship isn't the focus, so I'm calling it a family one

Summary: Mabel needs your help

Warnings: very light angst

The door creaked open and a sliver of light pierced the darkness on the porch of the mystery shack. 

“Mabel? Whatcha doin’ awake, kiddo? It’s late.”

“Sorry Grunkle Stan,” was Mabel’s reply, before turning to you, “I really need your help.”

You began to make your way to the door, but Stan interrupted, “Kid, now’s really not a good time. Can it wait till morning?”

“No, Stan, really it’s okay,” you assured him. With a better view than Stan, you could see that Mabel was upset. It was quite a contrast to the energetic, bubbly girl you had gotten used to. 

“Alright, just don’t keep her too long.” Stan pointed a stern finger at the 13-year-old. 

Once inside, the tears began to well in Mabel’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” You crouched and placed a hand on Mabel’s shoulder. 

“It happened,” Mabel pulled her sweater way over her head. Sweater town. Dipper had warned you about this. You pulled Mabel in for a hug, both for comfort and to hear her better through the thick fabric.

“What happened?”

“I started my period,” was the muffled response.

“Oh, that’s alright,” You gently pulled the sweater just under Mabel’s eyes, “C’mon, we’ll go get you everything you need.”

Mabel emerged fully from sweater town and begged, “Please don’t tell Grunkle Stan.”

You reassured her, “Don’t worry. He won’t know a thing.”

The two of you emerged back on the porch, newly equipped with jackets and car keys. 

“Stan, I’m borrowing your car.” You tried your best to walk quickly before Stan registered what you’d said, but he managed to get in front of you. 

“Wait a minute, where to? Here, I’ll drive.” Stan attempted to grab the keys from your hands. 

“No Stan, just Mable and I.” You shoved your hand with the keys into your jacket pocket. 

“Look, I’m not just gonna let you drive my car with my niece to who-knows-where in the middle of the night without an explanation.”

“Stan, we���ll be back in ten minutes. I promise.”

Stan peered around at Mabel, who was hiding behind you. He’d seen her in some of the scariest situations a kid could be in, but for the first time, it seemed to be him that she was afraid of. Defeated, he said, “Alright, you get ten minutes.”

Stan watched the headlights fade away and spent the whole time glancing between the dark forested road and his watch until you returned. He opened the car door for Mabel, but she made a beeline to the shack while tightly clutching a grocery bag. Stan led the way back to your original place on the porch. 

“You gonna tell me where you went?” Stan kicked at a few small rocks.

“I promised Mabel I wouldn’t.” There was a long silence.

Stan’s voice was shaky. “She looked scared. A different kind of scared.” Stan put his head in his hands, “Sometimes I wonder if last summer was too much for her, or if I did somethin’ I still don’t remember.”

“She is scared, Stan - scared of growing up.” You gently rubbed his back. “I felt the same way the first time I got mine.”

Stan looked up at you, and you watched the realization settle onto his face.

“But hey, she asked me not to tell you, so don’t go makin’ it weird.” You playfully elbowed him. “It wouldn’t hurt to be a little extra nice, though.”

Stan gave a tiny smile in response. “Sounds like I’m making stancakes in the morning. Wonder if we still got any of that edible glitter layin’ around.”

[a-pups-writing]

Hi beautifullll💋🩷 got super excited when I saw ur ok with writing suicide, so can I ask for twst headcanons with first years + riddle when they learn that reader(gn) had a failed suicide attempt at ramshackle? Platonic or romantic, though I don't think it would matter much in this particular scenario. Thanks in advance, love ur writing💖

A/N; love this, and thank you for the kind words dear pink princess. No specification on what kind of suicide, so I'm going with an OD (overdose) hope that's okay. Also I have faves, I think its noticeable..

P.S.: if you ever deal with suicidal thoughts, you can and deserve to get help! Either from friends or a specialist, as someone who has the same problems it may feel like there isn't another out but there is. Life can be worth living. <3

CW; GN!reader, angst/fluff, suicide/mental health themes, some Sanders vibes(??)

Chars.; Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola/Deuce (??), Epel Felmier, Jack Howl

Riddle Rosehearts; Romantic

first thinks its a joke, albeit not a very funny one, when he's told you're in the infirmary from an apparent overdose. He even collars those who told him, unable to believe such lies and rumors.

still, he goes to the infirmary, just to see if there's any proof of you..having done something, maybe you just hurt yourself accidentally- his heart almost stops when he sees you lying there, on an IV drop.

you just look so frail on that moment, pale skin and shaky breaths - he's grateful for the heart monitor standing besides you, showing him your heartbeat.

he cries, while holding your hand and just waiting for you to wake up and come back to him. He's gonna have to be forced to leave (Trey comes to get him, only able to convince him with tarts and promises of returning the next day, he even leaves one of those tarts for you..just in case you wake up.)

during classes/when he's not with you he's more irritable then normal and he sometimes reverts back into his snappy behavior - he just worries so much, and everyone seems to be breaking more rules.

as soon as you wake up he's by your side, holding your hand while his own is shaking in pure happiness. He might even cry again, tho he tries not to let you see that part of him.

definitely gets you help as soon as you're discharged, you can talk to him (or Trey) but he'll also search for an actual therapist/psychiatrist.

depending on the problem he'll do his best to help you, like studying with you, talking to those who were rude, etc.

he starts treating you more carefully, not that he really means to but you just got so much more fragile in his eyes.

Ace/Deuce; Platonic

pure unfiltered panic and chaos. Ace slaps Deuce to get him to work again, and then Deuce has to slap Ace to do it in return.

they run to the infirmary, almost getting kicked out my one of the medics, but they're allowed to stay..as long as they don't start to make loud noises again or something similar.

Ace jut stares at you while Deuce actually started to shed a few tears - seeing you so lifeless is new, definitely blame themselves for not having noticed it earlier and thinking they're bad friends because of it.

they'll be more down in general/less energetic, and mostly try to stay by your side (tho it can get to Mich for Deuce, he just can't take seeing you like that.)

both start to ask you questions the moment you wake up, the most prominent one; WHY?! Was it them? Someone else?-

they only calm down after a little while, but don't worry it'll happen..soon..maybe..

as soon as you get discharged try to help you with everything, chores, homework, people. It'll get overwhelming, and you'll have to tell them to calm down, after a few times they lay off a little.

Epel Felmier; ?

what?..his little apple? Doing something like that? He can't believe it, but runs out of the lesson as soon as he caught wind of the rumor. (Much to Vil's dismay)

cries a little when he sees you, but does his best to hold it back for his own sake.

starts wondering why you did it, is it because of him? Is he not strong/manly enough? Was he to weak for you to feel comfortable coming to him? He just becomes an insecure mess.

looses some of his spark, and even while Rook tries to cheer him up it doesn't help. Even Vil lays off a little during that time, stress causes wrinkles after all.

as soon as he sees you awake its like a dam breaks and he can't stop crying and hugging you.

he's definitely the type to demand answers. He wants them, to help you, and he wants them now!

it'll take some talking to get the point of mental health across, how its not just something that can be put aside. But he'll listen and do his best to learn.

asks you how you're doing everyday, and might even ask Rook to look after you when he gets worried..just for your safety of course.

Jack Howl; platonic, kinda sire/cub (y'all want an romantic version?)

wolf boy is worried about his little cub, he believes it when he hears it and mentally prepares for the worst while jogging to the infirmary.

is calm..on the outside, the only tell is his tail being down and his ears flat against his head. On the inside he's a mess, thinking of what could have prevented this and how he can help you when you wake up.

stays mostly by your side, and gets more aggressive when he can't - actually growled at Leona when the man pissed him off, he's just constantly stressed and hoping you wake up - takes a toll on him.

sees you as soon as you wake up, he might not have a smile on but his tail sags and starts to wag quite a bit. He might even hugs you, but would mostly likely wait for you to open your arms/ask him.

much more protective of you, talks with you once a day about your mental health and even gets you a support plush. Its a little wolf, to help you in times of need.

Sebek; so sorry for the Sebek fans, I've never written for him before and am scared of just writing something completely OOC (out of character), I'm still practising how's to write him and until I feel confident enough I won't. I ask for your understanding.

[sturniololuv08]

The Fill In

"I'm sorry." She spoke as I stared at her. She was wearing a pale yellow crop top shirt and some jean shorts. She looked kind of like a hippie today. Her hair was braided into pigtails.

"It's okay." I smiled looking into her brown eyes. I was still surprised they weren't green like I imagined so many times.

"Can I get past you?" She looked confused about why I wasn't moving out of her way.

"Yeah, sorry." I smiled on the outside but judged myself for not acting normal in front of her. I stepped out of her way and walked over to my usual spot. I sat down and pulled out my phone to scroll. She ordered her usual drink and set up her laptop in her usual spot. Although excited to see her today, I couldn't stop wondering why she was here early. Was it fate that we were here at the same time? She clearly didn't recognize me from the party. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing though. It put me in the same position I've been in with her for a few months now, strangers. But it also meant she didn't know me as the guy who had to run off to stop their brother from fighting someone and that was good.

"Hey." I looked up and watched the same blonde girl as last time walk right up to her. They started chatting again. I guess it was fair to assume she was early because of her friend. My phone started blasting Softcore by The Neighbourhood. Everyone's attention flicked to me as my shaky hand tried to answer the phone. Both she and her friend were watching me struggle.

"What?" I asked snappy. My hands were sweaty from the anxiety and embarrassment I was feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Where are you?" Chris asked irritated back.

"I needed some air. Went for a walk." I stood up knowing his call meant it was already time for me to go back.

"Nick is awake." I looked at the phone screen to see the time. One hour had passed by. That didn't seem like a long time for surgery. I hope that means everything was fine. I could feel her staring at me as I walked through the door onto the sidewalk.

"I'm on my way." I hung up and looked for the path I needed to take to get back to the hospital. As I walked down the street I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I made it back fine. Once inside I asked the front desk assistant for directions to the right room.

"There he is." Chris was energetic and smiley when I walked in. A complete flip from his previous nature towards me over the phone.

"How are you feeling?" I ignored Chris being fake and walked straight to Nick.

"Fine."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I looked at his torso which was wrapped up.

"It wasn't that bad, honestly. I was in the kitchen waiting for Polly and then I just couldn't stand anymore." He looked grey and tired.

"I'm glad you are okay," I whispered getting choked up.

"Elmer said since Nick is out of commission you are to take his spot." Chris was being insensitive to our brother's health.

"Can we not fu -" I started.

"It's okay." Nick grabbed my shoulder to calm me down. He sat up more, wincing the whole time. "Is Elmer mad?" Nick didn't seem to care about his health either.

"No, he isn't mad. Frustrated but not mad. He is glad you are good. He offered for you to be put up at his place so he can watch out for you while you are out."

"I don't -"

"I already told him you wouldn't go for that."

"Thanks." Nick's nurse came into the room very peppy.

"Okay, Nick." She read the chart. "We have great news. The surgery went well. The aorta isn't leaking anywhere so recovery should be as little as six weeks. You will want to avoid strenuous activities and don't exercise too much."

"Don't have to worry about that." Nick shook his head back and forth. Chris chuckled at his humor. The nurse joined in and then I too cracked a smile. Nick was definitely okay.

"That's the humor we like to see." The nurse read some more off of a paper with a smile on her face. "We are keeping you overnight tonight but tomorrow afternoon after some testing you should be good to go. As long as the aorta isn't leaking tomorrow."

"And if it is?" I asked. I felt like Chris didn't care enough to ask.

"We'll go in and repair the leak."

"Then he comes home?" Chris asked.

"This type of injury is a day-by-day healing process. If at any point your sutures leak we will have to go in and repair it. Should that happen you'll have to stay for monitoring and do more imaging to check for possible leaks."

"That makes sense." Nick nodded. He seemed to be processing everything she just said.

"I am going to order your morning tests now and the doctor might stop in to see you in a few hours. For now, let us know if you need anything. This is your call light." She moved a little remote on the bed. "The cafeteria closes at nine tonight." She looked between Chris and I. "Are you guys related?" She asked.

"Yes, we are triplets." She looked at Nick and then at us again.

"I bet your mother had fun with you guys growing up." She signed something in his chart and stuck it on the wall.

"You have no idea." Chris faked a chuckle. I could also tell when he didn't mean something. He didn't have any specific tells but if you knew him well enough you could tell when he wasn't being genuine. Chris' phone started vibrating.

"Give me a minute." He stepped out of the room.

"Chris is under a lot of pressure and stress. Take it easy on him." Nick reasoned for our brother.

"What do I have to do? I can't do another drop. Nick, I can't do this." I felt my fight or flight senses kicking in.

"Sure you can. All you have to do is stand quiet in the background and let everyone else do everything."

"Nick, I'm not you. I can-"

"There won't be any new drops while I'm healing. We just did one so Elmer is going to want to lay low since it went sideways." That made sense. Sometimes I hated that I wasn't more like my brothers especially when it came to this kind of stuff. Chris was the first one to get involved fully. He got Nick on board somehow and then I just went along with the two of them because that's what I do. I always just followed them and then I ended up in these predicaments.

"Okay. I'll do it." I nodded. He took a bullet for me. The least I could do was fill in while he was resting. Although at this very moment, I was wishing I was the one that got shot.

[sylviasdreamgarden]

CONFESS ME (90's Kirk Hammett)

Summary:y/n has always been there for and with the boys since the start of metallica, because she went to school with james, her bestfriend. kirk had feelings for her since the day they were introduced to eachother. but little does he know, she feels the same way for him. the bandmates always knew, altough neither of them said a thing about it. they have no clue of each other's feelings. atleast until the turning point, where kirk's emotions overcome him and he finally confesses to her.

Warnings:smut, friends to lovers!! oral(f recieving), unprotected sex, cursing, alcohol, drinking.

Word count:2k

Back in the band's dressing room after a long and diaphoretic night of their tour, everyone was feeling energetic. James, Kirk, Lars, Jason, and you were all in there drinking some beer.

“You guys were amazing tonight!” -you stood in the corner of the room, in front of James as the bottle of your beer watered your hand. The blonde was topless, with nothing but a pair of black jeans on and his choker in his neck.

“It would've been nothing without you”- James raised his beer at you and took a wistful sip of it, as your eyes sparkled up at his reply.

“To our long last friendship!” -you said as you raised your bottle waiting for James to repeat your actions. You clinked your bottles, then James invited you into a hug by swinging his arms wide open.

Your back was turned to Kirk and the other boys in the other side of the room. Jason and Lars were observing something in their magazine, but Kirk's eyes were fixed on you and James. Namely, Kirk has had feelings for you since the day you've met, just like you did.

“You can't even imagine how grateful I am for you. For always being here for us, for the band. -James's voice became honest and slightly deep as he cups your face in his palms- and for being the greatest friend to me since highschool. I couldn't have made it without you, y/n.” - he continued, as his hands slowly began to travel from your face, down along your side straight to your ass, as his warm veiny hands squeezed on it.

James has always been touchy, so this doesn't surprise you, more like you just accept it. However, not everyone was up to acceptance. You heard a wooden chair roughly scratch the floor as someone pushed it away. You playfully pushed James away.

“Jaames!” -you said with a chuckle as he responded with a ridiculous smirk. You look back, catching the source of the noise, then you see Kirk approaching you both, shirtless and covered in sweat with a single towel over his shoulder. He stopped next to you and James. After a long, deep gaze of Kirk, he gripped the blonde's shoulder. You watch as the veins in Kirk's hand swell under tension and James' jaw clenches as confusion and fear fills his pupils.

"Watch your hands, man" demanded the curly-haired man. He never took it lightly when it came to you. Kirk's voice was filled with anger, so much, he must have been collecting it through the night. But this was the last take for him. He had nothing more to say, what he wanted, he got it: James's eyes were filled with guilt and shame.

James couldn't say anything. Nothing left his mouth other than a shaky sigh filled with anxiety and regret of disappointing his friend.

Of course, the blonde is just jokingly flirting with you any time he does so, in a friendly way. Knowing of Kirk's deep and unconditional feelings for you, he wouldn't allow himself any more.

The shirtless Kirk walked into the bathroom, He slammed the door behind himself so forcefully that the whole dressing room shook. You heard the lock click on the door. Now, the other two boys were also watching what was happening.

“Wow, what was that about?” -you looked around at the boys, who were hardly surprised by what just happened. Lars whispered something into Jason's ear, which he didn't seem to share. Jason led an agreeing nod on Lars' words. James sat down on the chair ahead of the couch Jason and Lars were laying. Their eyes were demanding you to sit, and so you did.

“Well, he never really bothered to tell us, but we always knew.” -James answered with calmness filtering from his voice. He was looking at the floor infront of him, as he placed his wet bottle on the table, clasping his hands anxiously and started stroking his fingers until his knuckles turned white.

“What are you talking about?” - you asked in despair, as the room suddenly became disturbingly quiet. The boys turned with strained eyes towards each other, towards me and towards the still closed door, from where a soft splash of water can be heard.

“Do you even notice the way he looks at you whenever he gets the chance? You can only be blind not to notice that he's madly in love with you.” -James looked at the boys, who both agreed with a nod, almost as if they were bored of hearing about this for now.

“He likes me?” - you asked in surprise as you felt your veins swell and your heart beating faster than ever. Lars had definitely heard it next to you.

“He likes you? I'd rather say he's head over heels in love with you.” Lars added with a sneer and a reassuring gaze eye contact.

“Go after him already!” - Jason shouted as he drunkly waved his drink in Kirk's direction. You looked at James, who nodded encouragingly.

You looked at the blonde gratefully, and in the blink of an eye, you were already standing there anxiously, not knowing what to expect: in front of the bathroom door.

You hesitated for a moment as you reached the door with your palm, cleanched into fist. Realising that Kirk, whom you've known since the beginning of the band, and who you've had feelings for since then, is madly in love with you. Then you knocked, and as you did, a voice filled with anguish spoke.

“What do you want?” - his voice was more unfamiliar than ever as the overwhelming pain and agony. As you speak, you feel three pairs of eyes just as curious as you were becoming by each second passing.

“Kirk, it's me. Can I come in?” - you rested your head on the wooden frame. He recognised my voice within seconds. When the words leave your mouth, the door latch clicked and the door was wide open. Then there he stood with a messy hair and nothing on, but his pair of jeans.

As he looked at you with an inviting look, waiting for you to enter, you noticed the little spark in his eyes, that has never left his gaze whenever it came to look at you, it conveyed a completely different meaning to you now.

Kirk stepped aside, so you could enter the bathroom, then when you did, he silently closed the door behind you, so no one could interrupt the moment he may have been waiting for since he got to know you.

You stood in front of each other anxiously and shily, then Kirk spoke.

"Hey" - he said in his kind and gentle voice as he let out a smile.

"Hey" -you replied as you shily held into your arm with rosy cheeks.

Kirk's anxious face softened as he gazed at you. He was so weak for you. He would do everything imaginable for a single touch on your soft skin, he would give up a kingdom for a single kiss on your perfectly shaped lips, and a single taste of your beautiful pussy. That's all he ever wanted. All he ever lived for: a woman made for him. He knew you were made for him since you first got introduced to each other.

You felt your heart racing and the adrenaline rush through your veins as you hesitated for a moment, before grapping Kirk's neck and pulling him closer, smashing your lips to his.

Your selfless love multiplied in moments after Kirk's confession as his body was perfectly aligned with yours and his rapid, stinging tongue explored your mouth.

The kiss was intense. His spicy lips were burning yours, as it sometimes crawled to your neck, collarbone, shoulder, and then back on the same path, leaving red spots wherever his lips touched your heated skin.

The way Kirk's hands moved perfectly on your body, how his mouth tasted sweeter than honey but more sour than lemon, and how his mustache pricked whenever he kissed you, it was nothing compared to what you imagined during your lonely nights you've spent thinking about him, touching yourself.

Then, after the long journey you both spent exploring each other's mouth and body, you pulled back from him, but your hands rested on his face, his rested on your waist.

“I like you too.” - you said as you felt the blood rush into your cheeks. Kirk grinned at you with his crooked teeth, finally relieved that you're aware of his feelings and you feel the same way.

“You do?” - he asked back smiling, but still shy, while caressing your sides and hips with his warm hands. He has no idea how much this means to you. How much you've been waiting for this moment. You were just as shy as he was, but you became more and more committed and confident that you finally said what you didn't dare even to your best friend, James.

You nodded, and as you did, he connected his lips to yours again as you smiled into his sweet kiss. His naked upper body stuck to yours. As your bodies merge, you felt his swelling erection build up in his jeans..

You moaned into his kiss as Kirk's hands were now digging under your shirt. It was a matter of moments, and your t-shirt was on the floor. Kirk stopped for a moment to get a good look at your beautiful body, which was now all his. This was everything he had ever dreamt of.

Then, his gaze met yours again, and his heart-shaped lips found your neck. As he reached it's surface, he left uncomparable honeyed kisses, leaving bloody bruises everywhere.

The path of his kisses led him straight to the hem of your pants, which he knelt down in front of you upon reaching. Before he did anything, he looked up at you through his thick eyelashes in order for approval.

As soon as you nodded, he pulled your thick pants off of you. Suddenly, Kirk lifted you off the ground with his arms around your thighs and placed you carefully on top of the washing machine.

He knelt down in front of you and started kissing your inner thigh teasingly. As he reached the panties, he threw your legs over his shoulder. The sweet mustache of his brushed your wet, clothed cunt as you whispered his name in reply.

“Fuck, say that again” - he cursed desperately as he moved your panties out of the way. You repeated his name as without a question, he began to eat you out. He moved his middle finger and ringfinger on your clit, as he started to indulge you with circular movements on your clit. Kirk's hot breath on your core, the speed and the feeling of his tongue was like heaven. He looked so angelic between your legs, his face shining by your wetness.

You gripped into his perfect curls as Kirk dug his nails into your thighs.

As you started to twitch, Kirk picked up his pace and then inserted the two fingers on your clit into you. You moaned unstoppingly, and Kirk loved every moment of it. You were very close and he knew it.

“Kirk I-” -you tried to form words, but your vision blurred and then went dark as your cum flooded kirk's fingers as you came. he licked up every single drop of your heavenly cum.

As Kirk was back on his feet in front of you between your legs, his face was still shining like a diamond in the lights. To make you taste yourself on his tounge, he passionately kissed you on the lips.

“I need you, Kirk.” - that's right, you did. You waited too long to confess and express your feelings to him.

That was all it took to come out of your mouth, and Kirk started to unbuckle his belt.

As he pulled down his pants and then his underpants, his beautiful veiny, pink tipped cock sprung free, and it almost touched his stomach. The tip of his cock was painted with pre-cum. You kept your eyes on him as Kirk spat into his dry hand and then jerked it on his cock with a few movements.

As he felt ready, looking into your eyes, he entered you, then he swung your legs around his hip, and placed his hands on each side of yours.

His movements were slow at first, then faster and sloppier over time.

While he kept pounding into you, Kirk left sweet, wet kisses around your breasts. Then, he took one of your hard nipples in his mouth and started to tease it by swirling his tounge around it, while he massaged the other one. Then, he repeated this in the opposite.

“God, y/n, you feel heavenly” - he moaned out as his lips were now attacking your neck. You were a moaning mess, and so was he.

The room was filled with the voice of yours and kirk's starved moans and the sloppy sound of your bodies slapping together. The feeling of his big cock filling your walls perfectly was angelic.

You grabbed Kirk's masculine arm as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach. Kirk got the hint, then to your dismay, he replied whispering "hold it for me". Kirk was also close, but he loved to tease.

Then, he saw your dissapointment from desperation, so he gave up his way of teasing, he dug his nails into your hips again as his pace started to get sloppier and harder.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect..” - Kirk whispered into your ears, as you knew, that this was a sign of him being close.

“I'm all yours, Kirk.” - you whispered back as you started to leave sweet and sloppy kisses on his neck and upon his shoulder. - All yours - you repeated.

Now, Kirk pounded into you harder than ever. Your legs were shaking around his hips and the washing machine moved with you.

You guys couldn't have been louder, and it's a wonder that the machine didn't collapse under you.

Then, you and Kirk came at the same time and you felt Kirk's sticky, warm cum fill your walls.

“God, y/n..you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this moment to come..” - he said out of breath, resting his head on your shoulder.

“How about a shower?” - he asked with interest.

“Sounds amazing!” - you answered enthusiastically and out of breath, as he pressed his lip to your forehead.

When you exited the bathroom with Kirk by your side, you were greeted by looks of curious eyes. James looked first at you, then at Kirk. The blonde raised his eyebrows inquiringly, then Kirk gave a convincing nod in response. James flashed you a sincere smile and then nodded your invitation to their table.

As you sat down and started talking, Kirk announced your togetherness while he held your hands that were resting on the table.

“Yeah, we kind of figured it out” - Lars started as he ridiculously winked at you. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, then looked at Kirk, who was smiling proudly back at you.

Later, the group split in two: you and Kirk continued the conversation, while the other three boys enjoyed each other's and a couple of drinks' company.

“You know, I always liked you, you just never noticed. Then there was james.. i thought you guys were a thing.” - Kirk said shyly as he examined the veins on your hand with his fingertips.

“Kirk, I've always liked you but I wasn't sure how to tell you, or if you even liked me back” - you replied as you both blushed shyly before he moved closer to you and kissed you on the lips.

[shyamanuensis]

In Amongst the Shadows - Dark!Sebastian Sallow fiction.

Chapter 2/? 2.3k-ish words. you can read chapter 1 here. We finally get to meet this version of Sebastian (a thanks again to @annarielmidori). Slow build up. I'm making this as painful as ever. As always, feedback is welcome and thank you to those who have liked and read xo Enjoy.

‘I don’t quite think it matters if you must beg, bribe or lie – you’re our one shot at this Avalon. Just remember that.’

Avalon's POV

My inability to get a wink of sleep during travels came through a diluted mix of both hindrance and apprehension. If anyone asked however, I’d blame it on the rough thestral carriage ride. I had managed to read, however. I could always read. The scribbled notes, shaky photographs and report on suspected activities that Everett had put together in a rush so easily painted a picture in my mind that I wasn’t prepared to accept. Not immediately. Not yet. Extortion. Illegal beast breeding. Black market trades. Sent forward in my seat by the wheels of the carriage coming to a sudden stop, I peered out the window opening at my new yet known surroundings. Feldcroft was indeed livelier than it had been the last time I was here. Funny what nearly a decade can do to a place.

“Would you like me to wait for you Miss?”

The drivers question caught me off guard although I should have known that it would be asked. As he waited patiently for an answer, grasping at the worn-out navy cap he’d slid off his head, I nodded out a response.

“Please.” The request was sombre. “I don’t plan on taking too long.”

The village air was crisp as opposed to the familiarity of London I’d gotten use to after years of living in the bustling city. The sun was warm. Inviting. The landscape, stunning shades of golds and greens which would envy the best cuts of emerald gemstones. Villagers hustled about on their merry ways caught up in energetic chit chat and smiles. Rookwood Castle in the distance had been repaired. Its towers stood prouder than my memory evoked. As the carriage door I’d stepped out of earlier clipped shut behind me with a snap; the sound prompted my feet to set off with muscle memory to the home I’d come to visit. An agitated scratch at an itch on my wrist brought my attention to focus. Everett really, or another auror – just someone more qualified, should have made this trip instead of me.

The quaint stone residence I recalled being lined with evergreen pots of dittany and honking daffodils stood the same. Just as it had so many years ago. The view conjured up a familiarity – of adolescence, of guilt. Pausing momentarily to correct my posture and take a final breath of self-encouragement in, I was stopped by an onlooker sitting on the porch of their home calling out, “If you’re looking for Master Sallow, he won’t answer a knock at the door – he’s out back dear.”

Thanking them with a simple, single nod I made my way around the backside of the home. There wasn’t anybody there, however. Not that I could see. Not that I could sense. Nuanced fuelled by the fact I’d already been here for thirty seconds longer than I should have been, a quick pivot on my heels led me to face back where the carriage would be waiting and at the same time, face to chest with exactly who I’d been sent to visit but had hoped to avoid.

“I wondered when you’d come running back. Took a lot longer than I imagined.”

Eyes clasped shut for a split second for self-refuge, when they fluttered open, I was still stuck exactly where I had been. Sebastian’s voice was deeper than the last time I’d heard it. Thick. Like a rich whiskey as opposed to sickly sweet butter beer. Anticipated with the act of maturing yet none the less unexpected. The unpressed, creased black linen shirt her wore draped with an unmasked eloquence across his broad chest that was adorned with an intricacy of ink that mimicked the look of metal chest plates. He was taller – larger – stronger, the build of a defined man rather than a young boy. His hair nevertheless was still the same. Unkempt, messy. Longer though. It framed his eyes which were filled with an intensity so sharp it matched the definition of his jaw line. Freckles were just about the only thing I could recognise on his face that hadn’t changed. Only just. If I didn’t get a sentence out now, I’d be lost in this moment of admiration laced with repulsion forever.

“I’m here to talk, Sallow.” “What make you suppose I’ll listen?” “It regards the Ministry. I’m here on business…” “Well in that case, I guess I’m even less inclined to listen.”

Feeling my eyes roll back denoting more than a sheer frustration at our initial interaction, I gritted my teeth, top lip pulling upward with irritation as Sebastian pushed aside the handle of an axe he had in grasp to his side and without another word, made his way to the house. His strides were longer than mine. Purposeful. Each move taken with intent. I had to take a minimum of three steps for each of his to try keep up. By the time we’d managed to reach the antique quaint wooden door that led inside, Sebastian turned and grabbed my wrist – his fingers beginning to bruise the skin where only moments earlier I’d itched.

“I’ll ask again. Only once. What are you really here for?”

The snarl which over coated the tone of his voice froze me briefly. Head to toe. Instant Arresto Momentum without the need for the incantation to even be uttered. Back hitting flush the stone interior walls of the home with a shove; Sebastian still hadn’t let go of my wrist. The bruising warm. His grip – tighter, angered. Stepping in closer to bridge any space between the both of us; I caught a fleeting glimpse of the chain hanging around his neck. A pendant hung from it I’d seen before. In photographs collated by Everett in the file I’d left inside the carriage. A polished bronze crest shaped like a dragon’s wing.

“Business”, I stuttered with as much confidence as I could find. Our eyes eventually meeting. The gaze neutral. “I’m here on official work for the Ministry. I was hoping you could help me --.”

“Help you?”, he spat with a sinister guffaw, “Merlin that’s mighty bold of you to assume. Absolutely disregard me for a near decade and then arrive unannounced with let me guess, only good intentions. Avalon Cooper you are just as naïve as the last moment we spent together if you think I’ll have anything to do with you.”

Yanking my wrist out of his grip; a to-and-fro fight ensured until I had myself firmly out of Sebastian’s grasp. He kept his stance still. Towering an easy head in height over me; it was difficult not to feel intimidated. The tip of my tongue traced the back of my teeth as I coaxed a small breath in. A harsh swallow that followed.

“Disregard?!” Sebastian’s words had invoked an internal response I hadn’t expected. A fire burnt in the back of my throat chased up my spine from the pit of my gut. I tried to remain calm, collected. “You were taken away Sallow. I had no choice. I was forbidden to contact you. I had no means to try contact you. I was fifteen. We - were fifteen. I didn’t know any better. Your own stubborn, careless choices brought your consequences onto yourself. Disregard memories? Yes. I had to. I was instructed to. But disregard you? If you honestly believe that then I’m afraid I don’t have enough time in the world to change your mind.”

The animosity encompassing us was so thick it would have been a struggle to carve into it with a knife. Tears threatened to fill my eyes. If I was to keep composure, I’d need to keep talking.

“Now to the reason I’m here. Minister Spavin has agreed to pardon any prior convictions you still have standing if you agree to assist with an investigation the Ministry is currently undertaking.”

“I’ve lived with my convictions long enough”, Sebastian explained with a husk as he moved about the inside of the cottage, “They follow me in amongst the shadows. They’ll always be hanging there – just out of harms way above my head. I’d need more than that in return for helping you. Sorry – helping the Ministry.”

Beg – bribe – lie. Beg – bribe – lie. The triad of words at disposal in mind kept chasing each other about. Beg – bribe – lie. Beg – bribe – lie.

“In that case, what could the Ministry do or offer for you in exchange for assistance? I’m happy to bargain on their behalf”, I asked toying with the hems of my sleeves knowing full well that unrequited trouble would ensure with the following four words, “What could I offer?”

‘You’re our one shot at this Avalon. Just remember that.’

A stillness haunted Sebastian’s frame mid-action as he slammed down the mug he’d pulled off a high shelf onto the kitchen countertop. The delicate china base cracked upward stopping just short of the lip. A near inaudible hiss escaped Sebastian before I could tell his palm had been nicked. Sun light from the window he stood near filtered through an ambiance of purity I knew was a lie.

“Ask me that again. Sincerely.”

I panted in another short breath before speaking as instructed.

“What could I offer you in exchange for the assistance that I need.”

The home fell silent. Mute. What felt like eternity was cut short by a knock at the front door.

“Miss Cooper, you’ve been longer than you said you’d be. Is everything alright in there?” My drivers unexpected words acted as a salvation which was timed impeccably. With carefully taken steps, I approached Sebastian’s side and placed a business card pulled from my pocket on the counter in silence. The thick card sliding easily along the countertop. Stopping it short; I pulled a quill from a pot on the windowsill and shaking it to check that it was filled with in, scribbled an address below the one printed of my work address.

“I won’t wait forever for an answer. If you’ve made your mind up by morning, this is where you can find me.”

We parted ways in silence after that. I still wished I hadn’t come. The trip home was quiet. I felt trapped in my own self solitude. What I needed was sleep. Yet that itself I wasn’t aware would be rudely interrupted.

Staring up at the bespoke pattern of plaster on the ceiling of my bedroom did little to assist with getting to sleep. I’d arrived back in London just after midnight. My stomach was empty, but I didn’t have the appetite to eat. The bed was cold although I had kicked all blankets off because an unreciprocated warmth cursed skin deep from head to toe.

“You’re an idiot. You’re naïve. Merlin - you’re an idiot.”

Talking to myself filled the void I’d found myself in. Eyes closing every now and then but for not too long; it was the sound of small flames crackling in the fireplace in the living room that initially caught my attention, followed by the creak of footsteps across the uneven floorboards. My body was up before I could tell it to be. Correcting the thin straps of my nightgown to sit properly on my shoulders, I snatched my wand off the dresser beside the bed and tiptoed out to inspect the fuss. It was the voice that commanded lumos to brighten the wall sconces I been expecting, but not at this time. Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, my free hand clutched at the neckline of my nightgown as my eyes wandered to check the time on the clock hanging on the wall.

“Look at what we’ve got here.” Sebastian’s words were glossed by pompous overconfidence you instantly remembered. Perhaps fondly. “Quite the risqué little outfit to wear to my welcome party. Red’s always suited you.”

“Sallow, do you know what time it is?” “Indeed”, he followed my eyeline to the wall clock, “Three forty-seven.” “And you decided to arrive now?” “What better time?” “You couldn’t wait until morning?” “I believe your words were ‘If you’ve made your mind up by morning’…” “Okay, okay – you’ve outsmarted me. Just – sleep on the couch, I’m heading back to bed.” “Not so fast…”

That warm skin-deep feeling had begun to fade. Scratching at my hairline in a nervous habit that betrayed my anxiety, I waited to hear what would come out flying from Sebastian’s mouth next.

“You – one night. From dusk until dawn. No questions asked. I get to have my way with you.” “No.” “Then any deal of helping you is off.” “How about dinner? Once off.”

Sebastian had always been stubborn. Persistent. I was aware that negotiating potentially wouldn’t work.

“I’ll need something following dinner to appease my appetite.”

Hearing those words caused my stomach to grumble.

“Dessert then?”, I suggested rubbing my eyes with a small yawn. “In the shape of you?” “You really don’t let up Sallow, do you?” “Make me a better offer then.”

I sighed. I was finally getting tired. A small yawn escaped.

“Dinner”, I repeated hazily while pursing my lips together, “and a single kiss goodnight.” “Keep going…” “… and I’ll take you to see Anne.” “YOU KNOW WHERE MY SISTER IS?”

Before I could control it, the tip of my wand was hovering dangerously close to Sebastian’s mouth as a silent threat to keep his voice down. I was surprised my housemate hadn’t woken up already by now, however she was, in fact a deep sleeper. As Sebastian clenched his fists, a broken expression laced his features. I held my composure although I could tell that he had noted the subtlest shift glancing at him from head to toe with my eyes.

“We’ll discuss this further in the morning. Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I need sleep.”

Out acknowledgement was silent – as it had been earlier today. I couldn’t wait to crash into the mattress of my bed.

[vecnawrites]

Patreon Reward: A Pure Support Group, Chapter 11: Neo

Another meeting, this time with Neo needing to speak her piece...

It was the newest meeting of FABJA, and tonight was led by Lian Ren, with Nora Valkyrie being her second. Pyrrha had been meaning to come and be Lian’s second for the night, but when she and Joan had been watching a movie earlier, Joan had fallen asleep, her head on the redhead’s chest. Pyrrha had been not only unable, but unwilling to make Joan move, even as the other blonde’s hand crept up and rested on the breast she wasn’t letting her head lay against.

While the tent that she pitched was highly embarrassing, as was Joan grabbing her breast, at the very least Joan wasn’t groping her lower regions in her sleep before they left. It had happened before and the mess had been...well. Let’s just say all three futa members of JNPR had to replace their pajamas several times throughout the year.

But that was neither here nor there, as they both sat in the room, looking over the assembled crowd at the moment.

May, Velvet, and Ruby were all talking softly, blushes on their faces as they were obviously talking about last meeting’s subject matter, if the nearby Arslan’s burning red face meant what they thought.

Fiona and Neon were chatting as well (who knew that those two were old friends?) as they waited for the meeting to begin properly, doing their best to stay calm, which was honestly failing, considering their lower garments were bulging outwards.

Other members of FABJA were mingling about as well, though the main reason they were here tonight was surrounded by her own support group.

Neopolitan was sitting curled up in her seat, the act of hugging her legs making her look far more vulnerable than she had ever seemed outside, with Cinder, Emerald, and the Malachite Twins sitting around her, each of them talking to her quietly, the sounds lost in the din of conversation.

Clearing her throat, Lian looked over the room as they quieted down. “Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA.” she began, seeing the expectant looks from those around her. “Today we have another person who needs to share what happened to them. Remember, there is no mocking anyone for their embarrassments, understood?” she warned, knowing that a few people in the room thought the girl haughty, especially Nora.

Then again, her partner had never forgiven the mute girl for the sex toy incident...or the punishment both had gotten from Goodwitch after said incident was over.

“The person who needs to speak tonight is Neo. Neo? At your leisure, please.”

A slight mechanical whine spilled from Neo’s hypervoice as she sighed, looking up, her mismatched pink and brown eyes glazed over before they sharpened as she was pulled out of her memories.

“<Hah...it...it was during the Halloween Movie Marathon that the Beacon Theater offered…>” she said through her hypervoice, her tone slightly shaky, even through the prosthetic.

~

“This is going to be so much fun, Neo! I know you like horror movies, so I thought this could be fun!” Neo couldn’t help but smile at how energetic Joan was, the bubbly girl practically bouncing on her feet, which did...enticing...things to her chest.

Neo shook herself. She needed to stay calm. This was one of the few times she was sure to have time alone with the blonde beauty, and she wasn’t going to let her hormones ruin it for her.

“<Thank you for the invitation, Joan. I hardly ever get invited to go to the movies.>” which was a pretty sad truth. Due to being a mute, it had always been hard for Neo to connect with others, and never mind the fact that most people didn’t like the same movies she did...which she thought rather sad. After all, most people tended to cringe at seeing visceral horror and bloodshed, and those that didn’t, were Hunters and it rated a ‘meh’.

But Neo found an enjoyment among them, if only because the ‘pint-sized terror’ (as her adopted father Roman referred to her as) enjoyed mocking the cliches and outdoing the carnage against Grimm targets or training bots...though she would admit that it wasn’t the same without blood.

But that was neither here nor there. Flashing their student ID’s, Neo made her way with the bubbly blonde to the concession counter, both getting popcorn and their chosen drinks (for her it was a cherry soda, and she noticed that Joan got a normal cola) and headed to their chosen theater.

As they entered, they noticed that while there were some students, the back seats (“The best seats!” Joan proclaimed) were completely empty and with a happy sound, Joan grabbed Neo’s hand and pulled her over to them.

Settling into the seats, Neo could admit that Beacon really did do right by its students, and this certainly beat having to scrounge for entertainment!

Settling in, Neo couldn’t wait to see what movies were picked for the night.

~

Emerald groaned, putting her head in her hands. “You poor, poor bitch…” she groaned, knowing exactly what happened, getting a flustered look from Neo, who waved her hands wildly, an almost unheard of expression from the normally sure of herself member of their team. “You were doomed before you knew it…”

Before Lian could say anything, Neo nodded, continuing. “<Yeah, I learned that the hard way...damn it.>” she huffed as Yang snickered at the inadvertent pun she made. “<I failed to think of the fact that she’s jumpy…>”

~

Neo was enthralled by the movie on screen; it was an older one, a more classic one, but that didn’t mean that it was less impressive than the newer movies. Actually, considering it was a classic, it captured her attention better than the ones that only relied on excessive blood and gore.

These had story building in them.

However, she had failed to realize that Joan could get jumpy this these movies (surprising, since she had seen the girl fight an Alpha Ursa in the Emerald Forest without a lick of fear on her face)...at least, until the blonde literally jumped out of her seat with a squeak and landed onto her lap, her bubbly rear pressing down onto her.

Neo released a sharp breath, her pupils shrinking as she felt the bubbly swell rub against her groin, her cock, which had been calming, surging with arousal from the feeling of a curvy woman, and the sweet smell of her skin.

Neo’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to desperately keep her cock from bulging out and poking Joan in the rear. That was not how she wished to let her crush know that she liked her!

It was going to be awkward enough telling her eventually that she had sex with her porn star aunt!

Even worse, she was helpless to let Joan know what was happening to her, since her Hypervoice was off, and her head was shoved into the girl’s chest, leaving only her eyes (now glowing bright) looking at the screen as the killer stalked their next victim.

As they pinned them down and began to stab, Joan jerked as though she was the one being stabbed, physically each and every time.

...and considering her cock was harder than the shaft of Hush at the moment, perhaps that was a bad analogy?

Every shift on her lap was torture, Neo feeling precum leaking out into the fabric of her underwear, over her balls, as the beautiful blonde bounced on her lap in fright.

Bounce! Neo gasped as Joan rocked her rear against the bulge in her pants without knowing what she was doing.

Bounce! Her face was pulled down further into Joan’s chest, her nose in the girls cleavage, the only thing she was capable of smelling being the sweetness of the girl’s skin.

Bounce! Her balls churned angrily, loudly enough that she swore it was a miracle that no one heard it over the sounds of the movie in front of them.

BOUNCE! Neo’s eyes closed as she lost her battle with her orgasm, shuddering hard as cum sprayed into her pants, soaking them and covering her cock, balls, and inner thighs with the thick warmth vacating her balls.

Her shuddering was pronounced enough that Joan noticed and hugged her all the tighter, whispering into her ear, “It’s okay, I’m scared too!” wiggling closer as and only making her cum harder.

~

“<The only way that I managed to maintain any dignity is spilling my drink over my lap when Joan finally got off of my lap...but I’m still pretty sure everyone but Joan knew...>” Neo groaned, burying her face into her hands.

Cinder huffed. “They probably did…” she muttered, shaking her head sadly, knowing the embarrassment that her teammate must have felt. Though that statement was probably better off not being made, as Neo only curled up more.

Lian sighed, knowing exactly what the girl felt, as did Nora and Pyrrha. “...thank you for sharing with us, Neo.” she said softly, “Let us end the meeting and head to bed, it’s getting late for us all.”

Shuffling filled the room as members of the support group shuffled out, some walking straighter than others, the support group separating until their next needed meeting...

[naraven]

HSR ACTOR AU

summary: everything is the same but honkai: star rail is just a tv show, nothing is wrong so nothing is actually the same, but!! i was brainrotting over this with @faesther and i think we both learned: we are both the most delulu people on this planet 😋

wc // 945

tw // the tingyun neck snap is kind of glossed over but not that detailed

[dan heng/dan feng]

A shaky camera records what seems to be a phone focused on a young man, and muffled giggling comes from behind the camera. The recording shows a greenscreen background and a set of what appeared to be ruins. The camera zooms in toward the man, hanging out alone. Literally. 

“C’mon, Dan Heng, do the thing! Do the magical girl transformation!” Cheers an energetic girl behind the camera, and one could assume she was the one holding the phone. Another girlish laugh joins in behind the camera as the camera shakes with each laugh. 

“They picked the worst time to be taking a break. I can’t feel my left rib cage when I’m not moving.” The man dubbed ‘Dan Heng’ grins at the camera while swaying back and forth two feet off the floor. On either side were wires holding him up, and unintentionally or not making him sway. A gray haired young woman pushes him slightly and the three laugh hysterically as he swings even more.

The camera pans to ‘Blade’ and ‘Yanqing,’ who were staring at the script before their mini break ended. The teenage boy idly twirls his sword around, almost hitting ‘Blade,’ before noticing the camera. He jogs over and opens his mouth to pretend eat the camera.

“Are you even in this scene?” He joins ‘Stelle’ in pushing ‘Dan Heng’ back and forth. 

“Doesn’t matter! Are you even ready for your big scene with Magical Girl Dan Feng?”

“For the last time, I am not a magical girl.” The man being swung around protests, and the camera does nothing to help the unflattering way his legs swing like pendulums as he continues to be assaulted on both sides.

The group continues fooling around before time is called, and ‘Yanqing’ goes back to join ‘Blade’ to start the scene once more.

“Oh no not the sword again…” ‘Dan Heng’ sighs, “I’m already heavy enough alone, do we really have to add another weight on here?”

“Don’t be a baby, it’s gonna slip out soon anyways!” The voice behind the camera cheers.

‘Yanqing’ goes over his lines once more, watching as ‘Stelle’ stops ‘Dan Heng’ from swaying any more. The camera shows the teen whining as he has his own wires to worry about now. ‘Blade’ and ‘Kafka’ head over their own spots in the scene.

“We really bullied a teenage boy in this scene, didn't we?” ‘Dan Heng’ mutters as ‘Blade’ helps relieve his sore sides.

“Not you, it’s the other you.” 

“Same difference.”

~~~

[horn-y]

“Surrender!”

‘Dan Feng’ deftly swam through the air, swerving swords whizzing past his ear. ‘Yanqing’, for his young age, was firmly in the zone. He prepared a counterattack against the boy and he spotted ‘Blade’ preparing an attack of his own. His laughter echoes around the entire set, sending chills down ‘Dan Heng’s’ spine. 

‘Dan Heng,’ not wanting to be one-upped, goes through the motions that he had practiced with the other two on the set. He turns around, focused and in the zone himself. He could feel the eyes of off-set actors and staff and the cameras pointed at him, as ‘Dan Feng.’

Everything pauses for a moment. He and ‘Blade’ make eye contact, and rush the young boy. ‘Yanqing’ braces himself and prepares to parry the both of them, and ‘Dan Feng’ has to commend the younger actor for his confidence.

‘Blade’ brings back his weapon, swinging down at ‘Yanqing-’

“Cut!”

‘Dan Feng’ pauses, the sudden strident sound catching the attention of everyone. Before he could ask what happened, ‘Blade’ leans toward him.

“Oh, your horn.”

‘Blade’ bends down to pick up a branch-like prop, and it looks very similar to what he put on for his ‘Dan Feng’ outfit.

He brings a hand to his temple, and sure enough, there's a lack of horn on the right side of his head. He groans, leaning onto the wire in frustration.

“Nooo, we were doing so well…” He cries, covering his face with both hands.

‘Blade’ reassures him as he helps him put his horn back on. His praises are kind and well-meaning, but he can’t help but feel bad about the whole thing. If only he had noticed this stupid horn falling off earlier…

~~~

[sister snapped]

*SNAP!*

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-”

“AHHHHH WHAT ON EARTH!”

‘Welt,’ although hiding his own shock, turns to scowl at his fellow members of the Astral Express, “Didn’t you know this was going to happen?”

“NO??” ‘March 7th’ snaps her neck just as quickly as ‘Tingyun’ did, and ‘Dan Heng’ worries she might need to be reminded how to properly do such a stunt safely.

“Sorry, sorry, I forgot…” ‘Stelle’ calms down quicker but still has to swallow thickly. ‘March 7th’ clings onto her costars arm, the tension loosening as she pets her head.

Staff were on set, offering ‘Tingyun’ a towel. They asked, concerned, if she needed a break, and she insists that she could do a couple more takes. She turns to her ‘benefactors’ with a sly smile on her face.

“Sorry, I scared you that bad, huh? Just make sure your reaction isn’t too genuine in the real take.” She boops ‘March 7th’s’ nose, to which the girl blinks at.

“Phew, yeah, alright, I’m ready now! I won’t freak out too badly the next time for sure.”

‘Stelle’ sighs, “You sound like you’re talking more to yourself than to her.”

The director calls for the scene to start once more. ‘Welt’ pats both ‘Stelle’ and ‘March 7th’s’ head before going over to his spot on the scene, “Just remember not to yell that loudly again. You got this, you two.”

“Thanks, sir…”

[werezmastarbucks]

golden hour hill roll

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The police paid them a visit the next day. Tyler took Sam to the basement and showed him all his whimsical little musical instruments; he had a very old guitar and a shaky keyboard standing on three thin legs; had a set of drums with differently colored drumsticks. Sam despised all of that; the instruments were the opposite of what the boy craved, which was peace and quiet. Instruments produced music. Music was noise.

Kai spoke to the policemen who weren’t much concerned with their parents’ month-long absence. Kai held on to the door and listened to the two officers, both of them with protruding teeth, like they were brothers. They said the little boy’s body has been discovered in the sewage tunnel under the road, three houses away from where he lived. It took them two weeks to locate the body, and in the water, and in the company of rats, little Teddy became barely recognizable.

“Uh-huh”, Kai nodded, “awful. Who would’ve done anything like that to a child?”

“We’re only disclosing the circumstances of his discovery for you guys to be cautious. It’s the third body in the last two months in your neighborhood. You’ve seen anything concerning?”

“Officer, my two brothers are very special, I see concerning every day. They are… both… challenged”, Kai said and immediately started chewing his lip. He caught the smile at the very last second and instead pretended to be fully distressed.

“Be careful. If you see anything, call us immediately”.

“You think there’s a serial killer?”

Kai could see a neighbor, the bitch from the fourth house to the left, pacing the street behind their backs in the distance. She kept an eye on them all the time. Pretended to be looking out for the boys while the parents were away. Constantly judging them, the religious fucking fanatic. Her daughter though. Ruby Summers was, as they say, a real piece of ass. Aaand she liked Tyler.

He failed to hear the response to his own question and now stared at the cops with the same worried expression on his face.

“Is there any way we could chat with your brothers, mister Parker?”

“Samson is very ill…” he said slowly, “and Tyler is at work, so…”

They nodded with understanding. Sheer angels, these guys.

As they were leaving, Kai caught Mrs Summers’ eye. She turned away and started walking again as if she hadn’t been sniffing for the details. Will they grab him? Maybe she hoped they’d shoot him where he stood. Evil or not, Kai had to admit Summers suspected something. She couldn’t really put her finger to what. But, like an animal, she sensed something was off. Maybe she would be the first to finally figure out that he is trying to spell his name with bodies under the ground. But it would be too early. The five bodies he put in the sewer only made the bar in the first letter, K.

He shut the door with an energetic swing. Sam raced up the stairs back into the living.

“It’s a good thing. It’s a good thing Tyler took me down, because when I heard your guys’ voices, I started talking about Teddy out loud”, he nodded several times. “I heard the question, where have you been on the fourth, and started answering, because I knew you would lie to them. It’s a good thing Tyler took me away”.

Kai ruffled the youngest’s hair knowing full well Sam hated it.

“Keep low today, I also lied that you’re terribly ill”.

“Why?”

“So that they don’t want to question you”.

Sam went pale as if he immediately took to making himself ill.

Kai went down to Tyler’s room, also known as basement, and found the brother sitting on his little thrashed sofa prepped against the wall. His neck was all black. Tyler slowly tilted his head left and right. Kai could tell he was in pain even from just looking at him.

“Worse?”

Tyler was silent. They made peace yesterday with sandwiches and boardgames. Kai won by cheating which sent Sam into a crazy fit that lasted for thirty minutes. Tyler had such a strong headache he threw up in the living room. By all means the night went great.

He fell on the sofa next to Tyler confidently.

“Are they gone?” the middle one asked in hollow voice. When he was like that, he looked just a little dangerous which Kai liked.

“Yeah. Start getting concerned”.

“So maybe that means you should stop”.

“You know what else we should stop doing?”

Tyler had put up old towels, thrifted rugs and carpets on the walls of his so-called music studio. But nothing helped quieten his screams when he started recording. The shrieking was so blood-chilling that sometimes it seemed like he was being eaten alive.

Tyler was only able to turn his head a little. Kai could see the dry tear lines on his brother’s cheeks and didn’t like that. As opposed to earlier.

“What?”

“Stop lying to Sam about parents. Sooner or later his anxiety will take over and he’ll run to the neighbors or start shouting from the rooftops. Or just figure out himself”.

Tyler stood up and started walking towards the only holy place in the basement: industrial size refrigerator, always full of ice-cold soda. He would take out a can and press it hard against his aching head, and it would help a little. He wasn’t responding yet.

Pink, orange, neon blue, acid green, he had it all. Sprite, Pepsi, Fanta, Mountain Dew, Dr Pepper, Zima, A&W, it was Kai who stocked and restocked the wonder fridge of salvation.

“Which one do you want?” he asked.

“Dr Pepper”.

He took two cans: red and blue, and brought them back to the sofa.

Kai’s sly eyes were watching him. It was enough just to see that Tyler has registered what he said. That he started fidgeting around.

They drank sweet, gum collapsing soda in silence for some time. The fridge hummed its monotonous melody, Tyler’s black fingers were tightly wrapped around the cold thin metal of the can. The migraine subdued a little, and he could see colors again. He watched his black-and-white brother, so black-and-white that he was almost bloody. Kai’s face was so pale, you could take a tiny pin and prick him a little, and this skin would burst like a tightly strained balloon; and he would explode in blood. And the blood would be sugary sweet.

Wednesdays were the hill days. Samson needed to get out of the house at the golden hour once in a while. It was a little ritual of theirs; perhaps the only wholesome one. Three streets away, fifteen minutes far from home, the road suddenly dropped down off the majestic hill. The road was always empty on Wednesday evenings when they came rolling down, they didn’t know why; maybe it was luck. Empty cars parked neatly on the sides of the road, clenching on the asphalt at the steep angle with their tires. No people peeking out, it was like the street would become desolated for an hour that they spent there until the twilight came. They usually stood on the top of the hill; Tyler and Kai with their boards, and Sam, with his bicycle, and looked at the orange world getting ready for the night. The road went on and on, and beyond, an ugly world continued again. But here, on the tilted surface of the hill, their world was just the clean asphalt.

They would roll down in complete silence. Tyler sometimes undertook attempts at teaching Kai to lose speed in order not to let his board wiggle; but they were never fruitful. Sam always rode clenching the handlebars of his bike like his life depended on it. And still, he was always the impulse behind going there; he loved this golden hour hill roll. Shirts flapped around their waists, and Tyler’s migraine ceased just for an hour. They never fell on that hill, not a single time, and were perfectly happy there. The ride, and the wind, and the silence kept them satisfied. They would roll down in line, Kai always speeding up eventually, and then make their way back up the hill, and go down again, and repeated the process until the sun went down. And then the ugly world would overtake once again.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Lapdog rewarding Darius for his guard work. For example if another break-in was ever to occur, or when another big dog tries to muscle up on Lapdog and fuck them. Darius is always there to intervene.

A rare moment of submissiveness just sucks or rides Darius into oblivion and shows him small dogs can fit deceptively large things inside and are also very energetic. Not too much backtalk or teasing until after just focused on worshipping Darius into Nirvana by knotfucking themselves or slobbering all over him until Darius is exhausted.

Immediately starts taunting Darius after though. Can't even outlast a lapdog in bed! Ignore the fact Lapdog can barely stand up straight and is leaning on furniture so they don't fall.

Most days you lay back and let Darius take charge of your little trists. That's how you like it. It's how he likes it, control freak that he is. That's how it stays. Besides, you can still tease him with your words, goading him into going harder when you need him to. He doesn't have total control.

That made it odd when the urge to do more came over you one night. Dare's hands wandered up your thighs, his lips against your neck as your tail lazily wagged against the mattress.

He's confused when your hand pushes on his chest, insisting that he roll over and let you on top.

"I don't like when you're on top, brat, you don't do it right." He grumbles low in his throat, but still let's you lick amd kiss up his stomach. Poor old man, he'd worked hard today. He needs taken care of.

"You'll like this," you insist, crawling up his body to grind your cores together; your mouth continues to tease as well.

Dare's ears flatten against his head when you suckle against his nipple, the sensitive bud hardening under your affections.

He's so big compared to you. A damn huge Caucasian Shepherd while you're just a toy breed. It's a rush to know that he's yours despite the size difference. To know you can take him despite it all and that he satisfies you like no other ever could.

It's still a stretch when you sink down on his cock - it probably always will be a stretch. It's satisfying regardless, and it makes your thighs quiver as you sit down on his thick thighs. Beneath you Darius let's out a shaky breath, his hips raising to press even deeper into you.

His eyelids are heavy with exhaustion, likely the only reason why he's letting you get away with this.

There's so much of him to place your hands against, his big wide shoulders and chest perfect to keep you stable as you begin to bounce in his lap. His nickname for you actually makes sense for once. Lapdog.

More tired grumbles and sighs fall from his lips with every grind of your hips. A lazy smile breaks onto his face. He seems to be enjoying himself, even if you "never do it right".

Those grumbles become proper growls when you speed up your hips. His large hands grip tightly but do nothing to stop you. There will be bruises, you'll have to be careful not to wear anything that might slip down and expose them.

"Fuck," he hisses, his hips rising again. You bite at his chest for throwing off your rhythm, knowing it could make Dare flip you over and take your control from you once more. You're happy to hear him laugh instead.

His knot swells more and more, restricting your movement but putting further pressure on your walls that drives you closer and closer to your climax.

You're biting down on him again, this time just to keep quiet as you grind harder and harder. His grip on your hips only serves to help, finally having found a rhythm that services the both of you at the same time.

It's your orgasm that kicks off his, the way your walls massage his knot and suck every little bit of seed from his balls. The orgasm is sweet for you, drawn out and tingling up your spine before rippling across your legs.

"I-" you gasp for breath, your thumb pulling at your collar to dispell the sweat having gathered beneath. You forgot to take it off. "I ah. Told you you'd like it."

"Mmm," he responds, "you should do it more often."

"Don't count your luck," your nose wrinkles as you lay across his form to put your collar on the table and get some sleep. "You'll still be fucking me far more than I'll be fucking you."

[greatpestilenz]

Nervous Confession - Yata Misaki x Reader

  The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling city as you donned your favorite pair of roller skates, ready for another adventure. Roaming the streets had become your favorite pastime, exploring the nooks and crannies of the urban landscape on wheels. And somehow, every time you ventured out, you couldn't help but come across a certain someone.

  Yata Misaki, the fiery and energetic member of HOMRA, always seemed to cross your path. Whether it was a stroke of fate or mere coincidence, you couldn't say for sure. But whenever you encountered him, the encounters were brief, filled with short conversations that left both of you flustered, and Yata rushing off with a hint of embarrassment.

  Today, as you sat on a bench, sipping on your beloved boba tea, you spotted Yata from afar. He stood by himself, seemingly deep in thought, his fists clenched as he muttered something to himself. Curiosity piqued, you watched him intently, wondering what could be troubling him.

  Suddenly, Yata seemed to gather himself, taking a deep, shaky breath. His determination was visible as he squared his shoulders and made his way towards you, each step filled with both nervousness and resolve. It was then that you realized he was going to confess something to you, and your heart skipped a beat.

  As Yata approached, you smiled warmly, offering him a seat beside you on the bench. His cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and his hands trembled slightly. The sight of his vulnerability tugged at your heart, and you couldn't help but reassure him.

  "Hey, Yata. Is something on your mind?" you asked, your voice gentle and encouraging.

  Yata fidgeted, avoiding direct eye contact. "Uh, yeah... There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I always end up chickening out. It's... it's not easy for me to say, but I don't want to keep it inside anymore."

  You reached out, placing a comforting hand on his trembling ones. "Take your time, Yata. Whatever it is, I'm here for you, and it's okay. You can tell me."

  His crimson eyes flickered with a mix of emotions - fear, hope, and vulnerability. Yata took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Mc, I... I really like you. More than just a friend. I've liked you for a long time now, and it's been driving me crazy not being able to say it. So, uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you."

  A wave of warmth spread through your chest, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Yata's confession, sincere and raw, filled the air with a sense of anticipation. You leaned closer to him, intertwining your fingers with his, offering the support he needed.

  "Yata, thank you for having the courage to share your feelings with me," you said softly, your voice brimming with affection. "I've had a crush on you for a while too, and I was hoping you'd feel the same way."

  Relief washed over Yata's face, and a mixture of surprise and joy replaced his initial nervousness. His grip tightened on your hand, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. A grin broke out on his face, his vibrant energy returning in full force.

  "Seriously? You... you really feel the same? This is... this is amazing!" Yata exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement. He pulled you into a tight embrace, his elation overflowing.

  As you melted into his arms, surrounded by the scent of his warmth and the sound of his racing heartbeat, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounters that had brought you together. From fleeting conversations to a confession of love, the journey had been both exhilarating and tender, culminating in this beautiful moment of shared affection.

  And as the city's lights illuminated the night sky, you knew that your roller-skating adventures would now be joined by the unbreakable bond between you and Yata Misaki, the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve. Together, you would carve your own path, weaving love and adventure into the vibrant tapestry of your lives.

[bleuinkpens]

hello hello! if it’s not too much to ask, would you mind doing xander matthews and teruko tawaki sibling headcanons? love your blog, love your writing, and hope you have a fantastic day!

praying to god that i interpreted this correctly

i really enjoyed making these sibling headcanons, thanks for suggesting this!

hope you enjoy them :)

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xander & teruko sibling headcanons:

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They’re both the same age because Teruko was adopted into the Matthews family when she was younger (her bio brother got adopted into another family, and she never knew who her parents were) 

Teruko’s like the always-annoyed and angered older sibling, while Xander’s the cheerful and more energetic younger sibling. They’re polar opposites personality-wise, but they still get along with each other!

It was tricky for Xander to be a good brother to Teruko at first, since she still had past traumas from the loss of her bio brother and wasn’t used to having a quote-on-quote new brother. Even though he tried to dote on Teruko every minute he could, he was either told to scram, or he was ignored completely. He did feel that it was difficult to get her to come out of her shell, but it was going to happen soon enough, right?

Eventually, he was persistent enough that Teruko did realize that he was just trying to look out for him and that he did mean well. It took him a while, but eventually, their relationship evolved from simple hellos and goodbyes into a genuinely strong bond that none of them would have given up for anything in their lives.

Teruko’s perception of Xander was very shaky at first, as she still felt betrayed by her biological brother when he was adopted by a different family all those years ago. Teruko was still afraid that she would be betrayed once again. However, as they got closer to each other, it dawned on her that Xander wasn’t going to leave as abruptly as her brother did (we’re just going to ignore the canon here…), and that allowed her to see him as more of a brother, than an unfamiliar stranger.

They rarely fight with each other, but when they do fight, they find themselves not speaking to each other, and shutting each other out of their lives for days on end. Their fights can escalate from petty to an extreme in a matter of minutes. It never gets physical, but both of them (unintentionally) know where and when to hit the other’s weak points. Usually, Xander has to apologize to Teruko, since he finds himself at fault most times, even if the blame wasn’t on him.

Xander’s platonic love language is definitely physical, playfully hugging and poking at Teruko, while Teruko’s is more verbal, though it’s rare that she shows any display of affection towards anyone, even family. She does show affection, however.

Xander has always been someone who gives, always going out of his way to dote on his sister. He always makes sure to carve some time out of his day for Teruko, even when it seems like he can’t. Teruko usually refuses at first, but she begrudgingly accepts, mostly after a lot of convincing from Xander’s end.

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[danco110]

“All right, I think that should be enough of a wall for now. Thank you again for your help.”

The Scarab God tilted its head at Hazoret’s statement as it lifted its staff high above its head. Djeru saw the motion and immediately put himself between the two gods, despite his relatively insignificant stature. Before the human could draw his khopesh, however, the undead deity brought down its staff to lightly tap against the ground.

“Huh? Oh.”

Djeru turned to glance at the lazotep-plated Eternals who had been helping the other survivors build a rough wall around their encampment. The zombies set down their loads and tools, and shuffled back to stand in a loose circle centered on the Scarab God.

“Again, thank you,” Hazoret sighed tiredly. “I…I know you probably don’t remember me. But I just wanted to say-”

“SANDWURM!”

A panicked naga standing atop the new wall coiled up and launched herself from the parapet with surprising force. Just in time, too, as a large explosion of sand made a sizeable hole in the barrier, directly below where she had been. A massive sandwurm surged forth through the gap, easily dwarfing both the living and Eternals, and even coming up to Hazoret and the Scarab God’s waists.

“Initiates! Behind me!”

While Hazoret ordered her people to fall back, the Scarab God did the same for its followers with another tap of its staff. The two gods stood their ground, staring down the rapidly approaching sandwurm.

Before anyone could strike however, there came a deafening buzzing from the sand around the wurm. It paused just in time to be attacked, as a myriad of locusts burst from the dunes and descended upon the hapless creature. Within seconds, the insects broke away, leaving behind a throughly-devoured wurm carcass. Hazoret and the Scarab God lowered their weapons, and both their peoples sent up cries of victory - whoops and hollers from the living, and energetic rattling and banging of shields from the undead.

A third god strode forward to stand beside the others - a tall winged figure with the head of a locust. The swarm of insects formed a dense cloud around it as Hazoret again voiced her thanks with an increasingly shaky voice.

“Thank you both. I…”

The undead gods turned in unison to leave. Their respective followings fell in line behind them, but they only made it a few steps before Hazoret pulled on their arms.

“You could stay. Bolas is gone, the Phyrexians defeated. The survivors hold no ill will towards…”

The gods broke free from Hazoret’s grip, continuing their trek into the desert. Soon their congregations had vanished from view, and the gods themselves were mere specks on the horizon. Hazoret’s stare remained unbroken, even as Djeru drew near.

“It’s good to know they aren’t hostile anymore,” Djeru chimed obliviously.

Hazoret gazed out wistfully at the other gods, leaving her once more; by choice this time, but leaving all the same.

“It…it certainly is.”