#he finally has a little brother and he is using it

[ladyrosemone]

My favorite

We've got all the ingredients, except you needing me - Cake, Melanie Martinez

I'm using Google Translate here! 🗣‼️‼️ Please excuse any spelling mistakes or inconsistencies, I swear I'm studying to improve my written English 😭 This idea came to me thanks to @kiwisandpearls, I loved your take on the abandoned Waynes haha! I'll definitely be making more at some point.

The Waynes, the most powerful and influential family in Gotham City, the diamond that gives it an artificial shine, replacing the forgetful Sun, which never seems to illuminate those lands of darkness.

What makes the Waynes different from other Gotham millionaires is not their humility, nor their sense of duty to their employees and followers, much less their reckless extravagance when it comes to spreading their (according to gossip) infinite wealth.

No, none of that, it's something more private, more intimate.

Love.

At first no one believed that, because come on, Bruce Wayne? The greatest playboy known throughout the world, with adopted children as if they were precious jewels every season, conceited and proud, a philanthropic genius of unfair beauty? In love? Pure gossip that entertained for a while, but was never more than that, gossip for the elite and showbiz for the lower class.

Until a newspaper (one that does not usually produce so many fallacies), revealed its newest scandal.

"Bruce Wayne Spotted With Young Beauty! Has Gotham's Biggest Mogul Finally Settled Down?"

If that wasn't enough, they were right, because the next launch came with Olympic magnitudes!

"Bruce Wayne's Child Finally Revealed! Gives Exclusive Interview About Him Sudden Return"

And how do we get to this?

When a man loves a woman...oh no, that's not how it started.

It was a woman from his youth, one who left when the next day and returned when Batman appeared in Gotham City.

You arrived as a ten-year-old child; small and confused, scared and insecure, longing for you deceased mother and the life you left behind with her. Bruce didn't know how to relate to you at first, and having an angry, newly orphaned child didn't make him any better, but he tried, he really did.

And little by little it worked...only in one child.

You could never get over the loss of your mother, she was your whole world and now you were with this...man who claims to be your father, a father you never had and out of nowhere he gives you things and takes you to his work to meet more boring old men. To make matters worse, that child he adopted out of charity is irritating, one day bothering you for being "spoiled" and the next wanting to spend a sibling afternoon with you.

But you don't have brothers.

You didn't have them when Jason arrived (although you cried for him), you didn't have them when Tim arrived and definitely not when Damian arrived and his arrogant attitude of the legitimate son wanting to hang out with only you. It's frustrating! Every second of the day is a request from someone to go out, to eat together, to...For anything to keep them attached like fleas!

You remember one of Richard's last attempts, before he left Gotham for an exchange, or for you a chance to get away from that family;

You were in the kitchen, eating breakfast that she had prepared herself because it makes you uncomfortable to have an older man serving you, when Richard appears with his hundred-dollar smile and a lot of irritating energy.

"Hello hello!" He greets you with his usual energy "How did my favorite person wake up?"

It's too early for this you think tiredly, taking a sip of coffee.

Your lack of response doesn't discourage him, it motivates him more for some strange reason "I have wonderful news, I got a vacation from work! And guess where we're going?"

"We're going?" Bored questions, annoyed by the new plan that you were not consulted about, again.

"That's the spirit! Let's go to Disneyland!"

"..." you look at him with dead eyes, and with all your heart you wonder how that big boy is a functional adult "I can't today, but ask me tomorrow, I'll surely be free to go"

"Really?"

"No"

Next is Jason, who although he was not as insistent as Richard, was the most energetic in his attempts, then the Joker thing happened and...well, you can't treat him badly, you're not cruel.

But coming back from the dead is his pity card, used so many times that you wonder every day if it became an excuse at some point.

"Hey" he said to you one day when he found you in the library "There's an art and literature exhibition in the downtown library, let's go"

"...I'm already reading"

"You can read with me and shop at the same time, you like shopping don't you?"

"I like my time alone with my book, Jason"

"You didn't used to say the same thing, but that's what makes you die, it leaves you thinking about your past life..."

"..."

"...Are you coming?"

"I hope you get hit by a car"

Tim is a silent pusher, he doesn't come close but you know he's there, and that happens brr brr every minute with a brr brr new message.

"Where are you?"

"Are you really asking me?"

"I give you the benefit of the doubt"

"I'm going to block you"

"Again?"

"The computers of the whole city"

Virtual annoyance has been disconnected

And Damian...OMG Damian.

It's a nuisance, a sharp little nuisance; refusing to leave your side whenever he can, demanding attention, time together, activities and visits to any place he wants.

"Sister" greets the boy, who doesn't even know where he came from if you're at university right now and he should be at school.

"What are you doing here Damian?" You demanded harshly, looking everywhere so that no one would associate Bruce Wayne's youngest son with you, not when you did your best not to be recognized as a Wayne since you were a child.

"I want to go save wildlife in Africa from hunters and I need an adult to accompany me" he explains as if it were the most normal thing in the world, another Thursday for him.

"Tell Bruce-"

"Father"

"Let me take you, or take Richard, don't bother me"

"And I don't want adopted children, I want my blood accompanying me in this mission to safeguard wildlife"

"If I tell you if you leave?"

"Are you going with me?"

"Yes yes whatever"

You didn't go.

And not to mention the collateral damage; Barbara and her constant moments of togetherness solving cases (you don't answer her messages), Stephenie and her desire for you to teach her how to cook (you never go to the mansion's kitchen), Cassandra wanting to be by your side (years with Bruce allowed you to develop a sixth sense to evade his shadows), and the newest, Duke Thomas.

He is fine...he keeps his distance, and deliberately ignores the fact that not a single light bothers his eyesight all day.

The worst of all, your father, Bruce Wayne.

Money, gifts, trips, clothes, portraits, everything he can give you, he gives it to you, so much so that you feel like drowning sometimes.

It is strict and suffocating, affectionate but distant, present and absent at the same time. It is annoying and contradictory!

He was the reason you went on exchange to Metropolis, until you discovered that the Kents were close friends of your father and that their approach was not of good will, relocating you to Spain until you finished university.

Reluctantly you had to go back, just long enough to finish the paperwork and stop being Wayne once and for all.

But that was your mistake, coming home, and this time they won't let you go, because you can't hate them more and that's an opportunity for them.

[babvc-au]

Alrighty Folks! The Time Has Finally Come!

Hopefully this is everything and i didn't miss any panels or doodles for this post, but here is almost everything about BABVC's comic sketches, wips, doodles, refs, and even scripts i never finished, plus more! Doodles and other art stuff will be added to the end of this post. (Due to how many wips i have and such, there will be multiple reblogs happening as i go through this so bare with me.)

So, did you want to know how BaBvc would have went? Here's your answer. (This will contain a mix of the script, old comic wips and context)

Now, well jump to where we left off in the comic with a smol refresher.

Scene 6 Nightmare:

It's dark and bendy is in a black like void. He hears voices.

"Why? You had a chance!" OB growls.

"Who's there!?" Bendy shouts.

"Why did you resist?" OB

"What?"

Bendy's eyes are suddenly covered by cold clawed hands. And he tries to pry them off.

"Why!?" OB

"What are you talking about?! Who are you!" Bendy growls trying to fight them off.

"Don't keep me waiting much longer" we see the claws retract and three tails around Bendy.

"I'm sick of waiting"

The last shot is of Bendy's demon cross eye.

“But, how…?”

He hears a yawn from Boris as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “good morning, Bendy”

Boris blinks at Bendy’s hand and the bag, "You better not eat that so early in the morning, Bendy.�� Boris scolded, ears pinned back.

“What? No, i wouldn't do that. But...” Bendy says, looking at the can thoughtfully. "Did you get some more after last night…?" He asked the tall wolf. Boris raised a brow at him, confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. "That's the same bag from last night when we went to the market right?" He asked. 

"Well yeah but, I lost it, remember?" Bendy said and looked up at his younger brother. Boris stares at him in confusion. "...You did?" He asked. 

Camera focuses on the can in his hand.

Scene 8:

Bendy and Boris enter Berry cafe and take a seat at a booth.

"So you honestly don't remember?" Bendy starts looking across the table to his younger brother.

"I really don't. I only remember us getting the stuff, and then after that, it's all blurry. Like I blacked out or something, and then it was morning." Boris replied. "Are you sure you didn't just imagine you lost it? Maybe it was a dream that you had last night." He points out.

"..." Bendy thinks, "Maybe you're right. I've been having weird dreams, and I guess it's possible." He says tiredly. "Though it really felt like I wasn't dreaming." He mumbled to himself.

Then Melody comes around shortly after and asks them what they would like to order. "Hello, welcome to Berry's Cafe. What would you - oh! It's you two, the usual then?" She smiles and lifts her paper and pen.

Bendy lifts his head and gives a small smile. "Ah, yeah, for me, at least. Boris?" He looks over expectantly for his order.

"Oh! um, what's the special today?"

"New York cheesecake drizzled in strawberries and syrup, it's so good!" she smiles and hugs her notepad dreamily.

Boris perks at that smiling "Guess I know what I'm getting now, (haha) and can I get a hot coco with that, thanks Melody."

"No problem! I'll put your order in right away." She nods and walks away allowing Bendy to see the other residents in the cafe. And surprisingly enough he sees someone familiar. His eyes widened a little, shocked.

(Isn't that-?)

Bendy looks at his right wrist and rubs it lightly.

(So it hadn't been a dream? I should probably thank him.)

Bendy stood, making Boris look at him. "Bendy?"

"I'll be back."

Bendy walks away and heads for the familiar person.

"Uh, Hey." he says. Catching Cupheads attention who opens his eyes. He looks a little confused and shocked to see Bendy for a moment.

"I wanted to say thanks for the other night you really helped me back there." Bendy says looking to the side awkwardly.

Cuphead says nothing for a minute. His shock turns to annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever, watch yourself, you're lucky I found you when I did." Cuphead says with a steady look. "Didn't your mom teach you not to walk around at night by yourself?"

"It's dangerous." He glares, narrowing his eyes.

Bendy furrows his brows at the semi aggressive tone. "Hey, I came to thank you, not get a lecture! And I wasn't by myself."

"..."

"Anyway like I said, thank you, seriously." Bendy frowned.

Cuphead stands up and looks down at Bendy, who looks up at him in return nervously as they stare at each other.

"Here you go sir, your order." Tostie says, giving Cuphead two drinks.

"Thanks," he says.

She walks away.

"There you are, Cuppy!" A new voice sounds in the cafe besides Bendy.

Mugs comes over and stands by his brother's side. Who gives him an exhausted look.

"Here." Cuphead hands him the second drink.

"Oh! Were you in the middle of something?" Mugs looks between Bendy and Cuphead.

Cuphead gives Bendy another glare.

"No. Let's go." He walks off, but Mugs falters and gives Bendy a nervous smile and a wave before he follows.

"Geez, what a jerk." (At least the other guy was nice) Bendy sweats but shrugs it off heading back to Boris.

"Was that someone you knew?"

"Uh, not exactly," Bendy says as he slides back into the booth.

It's silent for a moment before Boris speaks up.

"Bendy, listen, I know you're just as confused as I am, but you haven't told me a single thing about what happened last night, I was really worried about you."

"I know, I promise to tell you when I've made sense of it, ok? Just… give me some time."

Boris sighs, "...Ok"

Bendy looks away and out the window covered in fog with a thoughtful look. It starts to snow a little.

Scene 9

Cuphead glares ahead. (The hell? Did I not wipe his memory correctly? And what's with that weird smell?) He rubs his nose.

Mugman watches him, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cuphead mutters. “I just need to go to the casino… again.”

Mugman frowns. “Huh? Why?”

“I’ll tell you later—unless you wanna come with me.”

Mugman hesitates, then nods. “Mmm… I’ll go with you.” Cuphead glances at him, his expression unreadable. Without another word, he keeps walking.

(Que this scene where they report to The Devil about Bendy being immune to memory wiping)

"Sir, I've come to report something." [Kneeling]

"What is it?"

"There's someone i met that's immune to memory wiping."

"..."

"Is that so..."

(Thus, The Devil orders Cuphead to keep an eye on Bendy and to report back if anything happens.)

Scene 12

Cuphead (bat form) climbs through the crack of the window in the kitchen. He hops to the ground and transforms back into his toon form. He dusts himself off and then looks up. Unexpectedly Bendy was in the doorway and saw everything.

(Que a funny nervous Bendy stares and throws a mug at Cuphead.)

Bendy runs to his couch and starts his spiel.

"What are you doing in my house!? Are you going to kill me!? You're a vampire! Aren't you supposed to stay out of houses unless you're invited!? Or something!?

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute, vampires have other weaknesses! I think I have a few things!"

Bendy runs out of the room, and Cuphead is left in confusion.

"Okay...this is weird." -sigh-

Bendy comes in and out with various "vampire deterrents"

"Garlic!?"

"No"

"A cross!?"

"Nope"

"A stake!?" (It's a twig)

"Na-da"

"Sunlight!?" (Its a flashlight.)

"Did you forget you saw me at the café?"

[r0tting-rat]

"Little pest."

Hi Magpie!!! Gift :> Just a lil thing for a very talented someone with an incredible au. Yeah I'm a huge simp for their alien boys what about it /silly

Pairing: Alien King!Eclipse (by @sleepymagpie-draws) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: None, maybe just a bit ooc (sorry mags) Words: 4000+ Summary: You're bored and can't sleep. Thank god you have someone to annoy to pass the time <3 Heavily inspired by this ask/art!!! Literally died when I saw it he's so beautiful. Additional tags: TouchSTARVED reader. Starved as hell. Also fluff fluff fluff so much fluff. Magpie I love him can you tell. (Reminder everyone that the reader has techincally been kidnapped, but they're pretty chill about it dw)

Who said being kidnapped by aliens is a terrifying and horrible experience? It has already been months since Sun literally grabbed you and brought you with him, and you have yet to be put on a vivisectionist's table. In fact, all you have known since then are silky sheets, soft pillows, ornate plates of fresh fruits you have never seen before, and heavy pieces of jewelry that hang down your neck and rest fresh against your sternum. You live better than you used to back on Earth, spoiled rotten by three royals every single day of your dull life, sleeping in a bed three times the size of a human one, and with countless workers ready to be summoned at your every call. Although, you have to admit that you much prefer the attention of your “captors” compared to the one of their servants, feeling like their soft touches work like a relaxing balm on your mood. 

The one of the three brothers you see less is Eclipse, and even if you can bet your money on the fact that he must be constantly busy due to his duties as a king, you can’t help but wish you could spend more time with him, craving the way he gently scratches the top of your head with his claws whenever he manages to stop by and pay you a visit.

Rolling around in the soft sheets of the bed you are resting on, looking up at the dull ceiling, you feel like a pampered and neglected pet at the same time, left to the care of strangers who refuse to speak more than quick sentences to you, covered by precious gifts from head to toe and fed with silver spoons while also being locked alone in your quarters for hours without end. 

You complain, of course. To Sun, Moon, and anyone who’s willing to swing by and listen, really. You grumble and whine; you roll on your bed and do your best attempt at puppy eyes, but all the brothers do is laugh and caress your cheeks. There are rules—they say—rules that can’t be broken, and each time they remind you, you roll your eyes. They promised you books and games to pass the time, but as you wait for the shipment from Earth to arrive, you are left with nothing. You don’t understand the language of the heavy volumes collecting dust in the bookshelves of your room, and something tells you you wouldn’t enjoy reading them even if you did.

The part of the brothers’ visits you hate the most is when you see them stand up and prepare to leave, because you know that the very moment the door closes behind them, it locks, leaving you stuck in your room for hours. There’s no real keyhole in your door, so you can only guess how it works, but from what you have gathered so far, it seems like it’s semi-automatic but opens only when you’re coming in from the outside. Listening to Sun and Moon made you realize another thing as well: their rooms seem to be close to yours—maybe even adjacent—and the thought infuriates you. So close, and yet so far! Why do they so rarely visit you if they are so close by? Do they have other places to rest? Do they sleep at all? Are the bedrooms just for show? Drowning in questions, you decide that it’s time to break some rules, and when Eclipse finally stops by to visit you after dinner, you come up with a plan. 

The alien is so tall the tip of his crown brushes over the canopy of your bed as he leans over your draped form on the bed. He rests one of his hands on top of your head, brushing your hair back, and you look up at him with a pout.

“Finally decided to pay attention to me?” you say, swatting his hand away and sitting up. You know you’re being a brat, but if they so desire to treat you as a glorified pet, then you might as well show them the reality of owning one. From under his crown, which you consider more like a helmet or mask, you hear the disappointed clicking of his mandibles that translates through your magnetic ring with a soft cooing sound.

“Oh, my pet, are you feeling neglected?” he asks, coming back to gently run his claws through your hair. He loves to do it, and you love allowing him.

“I’m bored, Eclipse.” You have no qualms about calling him by his real name, ignoring any honorific everyone around keeps suggesting to you. “I’m bored, and it’s been almost a week since your last visit.”

You shift back on the bed a little so it doesn’t seem done on purpose, and you watch as the terrifyingly huge alien climbs on the disarranged covers to follow you. He never fully enters your personal space, always keeping enough room between the two of you to keep things “formal,” in a way, but you also noticed how he likes to have you at arm’s length. Every time you are in the same room as Eclipse, one of his four arms is always touching you, resting on your head or shoulder, tilting your chin up, sometimes even running his claws from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck just to see you shiver and glare at him.

“My apologies,” he says, and his words sound sincere, “I promise the shipment will arrive shortly; you’ll have your books in no time.”

“It’s not the books that I want, though,” you reply, leaning closer, and that causes Eclipse to slightly move back, like he’s scared you might end up too close to his face. “You kidnapped me, dragged me here, then proceeded to simply ignore me.”

You weren’t being ignored, of course. You were just acting dramatic so as to get what you wanted.

“I’m sure I do not need to remind you who of the three of us is the one at fault for your presence here. As I told you already, I’m afraid I cannot bring you with me while I work, pet,” Eclipse sighs, “After we expanded on your little planet, both Sun and Moon’s responsibilities and tasks have doubled as well. It has to be said, your fellow humans are quite rowdy.”

You turn your head away, pretending to look saddened by the news—nothing you hadn’t expected, of course, but still.

“Also, the thought of you roaming these halls alone makes us all uneasy,” he adds, “You could get lost, or someone could see you and be scared to the point of calling the guards on you. That’s why we must lock your door, my pet, to keep you safe.”

“Not because you think I might run away?” you question, eyebrows rising up with skepticism, and Eclipse purrs with amusement.

“Run off? And where to, silly?” he laughs, “You wouldn't even know how to leave this place, let alone return to your home planet.”

He’s right; running from them would have been stupid. Plus, you don’t really want to escape—not when you have two princes and a king spoiling you like that—you just need to leave that damned room for at least five minutes so as to not go mad! Is it too much to ask not to be subjected to psychological torture?

“Are you returning tomorrow morning?” you ask, hopeful, and Eclipse shakes his head. You groan, now seriously disappointed, and try not to lean too much into the touch of his hand caressing your cheek. The contact burns, like living embers, and you have to stifle a second groan. It’s been so long since you had some form of physical contact with a human, and something tells you it’s starting to take a toll on you, making you more compliant and demanding of attention. It could be due to the unfamiliar setting, which you simply can’t grow accustomed to despite how much you walk the perimeter of your large room, or the complete absence of familiar faces, but the cause of it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you need to be hugged, to be cuddled, to be held, and to be caressed. You’re touch starved, so hungry for it you could just throw yourself at Eclipse and cling on his neck until he relents and decides to sleep there with you or bring you to his room—either way, you’d get a full night of cuddles; too bad common decency stops you from hugging a king like a koala. 

“I have an important meeting in the morning, so I’m afraid not. I’m sure Sun and Moon might be able to clear their schedules in the afternoon, though, so don’t fret.”

His words are apologetic, but you feel as if they were said with the sole purpose of bringing you harm because they do nothing but hurt you. 

Eclipse leaves after a while of chatting, bringing all the warmth of the room with him, and you watch him from your spot on the edge of the bed as he walks towards the door. You’re on your back, head hanging down the bed, staring blankly at the heels of the king and mentally preparing your next move. You act fast. The door opens, Eclipse slips away, and right before it closes, you throw a pillow in the gap of the threshold. The noise of the pillow falling is soft and muffled, and Eclipse doesn’t seem to notice that the door hasn’t closed completely behind him; instead, he simply walks away in the white corridor outside your room, and you stare at your successful attempt with surprise. You actually did it! The door is still open, blocked by the red pillow, and you finally have access to the rest of the rooms. 

Carefully standing up from your bed, like afraid someone from outside could hear you, you make your way towards the exit and peek out, hoping not to be met with Eclipse’s disappointed masked face. When your eyes travel the length of the long corridor extending before you like a white snake, you find no sign of any alien, and a smile splits on your lips from ear to ear.

The idea of immediately beginning to explore is alluring, but you know better than to leave when it’s still so early. You must wait some time until you’re sure Eclipse must have already retreated to his room for the night, and then enact the second phase of your plan.

Once you’re finally sure enough time has passed since the king has wished you goodnight, you finally push fully open the door of your room, looking around once more to make sure the coast is clear. After that, you put the pillow back to stop the door just in case it couldn’t be opened from outside like you thought, and walk in the direction you’re almost sure Eclipse has taken. During your short trip, you notice the complete lack of furniture or wall decorations in the halls, mumbling to yourself about “rich people’s lack of taste,” occasionally finding a door and trying to open it with no success, and you’re just about to give up when you finally place your open palm against one tall frame and see it move at your gentle touch. 

You stare in disbelief at the room opening before you, large and barren at the same time, trying to understand who the place belongs to while lingering on the door sill. In the darkness you see thousands of books neatly arranged on tall bookshelves, with their colorful and ornate hard covers staring at you as if they’re aware you’re a stranger, and as you enter you notice many have a broken spine. Those books, you realize, have been well loved by someone, or maybe simply re-read dozens of times out of need. It doesn’t matter to you, because what you’re most interested in is the second door in a corner of the room, likely leading to the actual bedchambers. It seems like the initial area has been arranged to be used as an office, separated from the personal spaces, but if that isn’t the truth, then you might have simply stepped into a random library and made a fool of yourself in front of the books. The hair on the back of your neck is standing up, and the monkey part of your brain keeps screaming that there’s someone watching you, but the deeper you go in the quarters, the more you keep telling yourself that it’s just your imagination. Your bare feet leave a slight trail on the carpet in the middle of the room as you walk towards the second door. 

As expected, the second room is more similar to a bedroom, although it doesn’t seem to gain any form of personality compared to the office you just left, almost as if the owner of the room doesn’t spend too much time in it. It wouldn’t fit Sun to sleep into such a sterile and dark ambience, and you feel like Moon would also take some more care into creating a welcoming area for himself, so that leaves out only one of the three brothers. 

The size of the bed confirms your theory: you have ended up exactly in Eclipse’s room, and you’re face to face with his sleeping form. Or, at least you guess it must be him, considering how dark it is in that corner. The only source of light in the room is a large window kept almost entirely shut, not allowing a ray of starlight to enter, so you really can’t be sure of anything.

The canopy bed in front of you is enormous, of a deep burgundy color, and see-through curtains drape over it to hide the figure in the middle. As you study the fabrics with the tips of your fingers, testing the softness, you find yourself enamored by it, beginning to press your open palms in the covers and then your face. You breathe in the scent, delicate while also heavy in your nostrils, and recognize the amazing aroma Eclipse brings with him everywhere he goes. You have no idea if it’s his favorite perfume or simply his natural scent; all you know is that it reminds you of the time you fell asleep on the king’s cape while he stopped for a visit, and the morning after, you found it still draped over you like a heavy cloak.

With your face in the covers, you simply close your eyes and let the memory play in your mind, affection blooming in your chest and throat like a warm flower, not noticing the dark frame towering over you from behind. Eclipse, from the height of his 8 ft, looks down at you like you’re nothing but a silly rabbit caught in a trap, about to be served for dinner to a horde of hungry guests. 

“What exactly are you doing here, little pest?” he asks, and his deep growl makes you jump in the spot. When you turn around, your heart is racing, your eyes are wide open, and you feel more like prey than ever before in your life. As soon as you realize that Eclipse isn’t wearing his crown, you suddenly feel your blood pumping in your throat, and your cheeks grow warm at the sight of the red marks around his eyes and the dark color of his face sweetly mixing together, hypnotizing you for a second. All you can think of in that little head of yours is that the male should take off the helm more often so as to let his beautiful eyes see the light of day. 

It isn’t the first time you saw him without the headpiece; sometimes he takes it off after he comes back from a long meeting with his advisors, and the sight always strikes you like lightning.

Eclipse—it has to be said—is beautiful. Not only for the eyes, which are of a wonderful milky color that makes you feel as if they’re cursing you with some kind of magic, but also for his soft features, unfortunately hidden for most of the time. Did his citizens even know their king looked like that? Heavens, you suddenly remember why you’re so happy that you’ve been kidnapped.

Eclipse is wearing something similar to a robe that wraps around his torso while leaving his chest open, with long sleeves covering his four large arms, and everything is kept into place by a tie in the front. He must have been on his way to go to bed before you interrupted him.

“It is only polite to answer when a royal addresses you,” the alien angruily reminds you, and you suddenly realize you haven’t said a thing since he entered. 

“I just… I wanted, I was…” None of your sentences are making sense, so you swallow the lump in your throat and force your mind to clear itself of all the other distracting thoughts. “I just wanted to spend time with you, Eclipse.”

That sentence paired with some well-played puppy eyes is enough to make the alien sigh and relent, annoyed, probably too tired to argue with you after a long day of work.

“I don’t know how you left your room, but that’s unimportant now. You should return, it’s late,” he says, and you pout.

“Why can’t I sleep here?” you ask, and Eclipse looks down at you like you have grown a second head. 

“I have a meeting tomorrow morning. Have you forgotten?” he sounds incredulous, “I’ll wake up early.”

You shrug after fake-pondering for a second. You had already made your decision. 

“I don’t mind,” you reply with a small smile, “I sleep for the most part of the day anyway, so I’m well rested.”

Eclipse’s eyes turn into slits as he stares down at you, one pair of arms crossed over his chest and the other pair of fists on his hips. You can’t help but admire the dip of his collarbones as the fabric of his robe reveals more of him.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” he sighs, and your smile widens as you see his resolve start to break. You shake your head, and Eclipse finally relents. “Fine, get on the bed already.”

With a smug expression, you jump on the soft covers, happy with your little win, and you watch from behind the see-through curtain the king as he walks back in his personal library and returns, a moment later, with a book in his hand. You turn around, curious, and realize that the frame you thought belonged to Eclipse was actually just a bunch of pillows stuffed under the covers. Had he put them there because he had heard you come in? That would explain why he was ready to jump on you the very moment you turned your back.

The king motions you to get under the covers, then parts the curtains to slip in himself. Your eyes don’t miss the way his tense frame relaxes once his body finally rests on the mattress, as if the dark red sheets weren’t made of fabric but rippling water of a warm spring. One of his hands wraps around you, caressing your back, and you take it as a sign you can scoot closer and lay your cheek on his chest. The contact is pleasant, sending a nice buzzing of emotions down your spine, and you find yourself leaning onto him more and more every second, warm face resting on a cold and hard exoskeleton with a sigh. His main pair of arms opens the book on a page in the middle, and, with his back against the headboard, he begins reading a book with pages covered in mysterious letters and signs.

You can’t help your curiosity, and the words slip out of your mouth even before you can stop them. You don’t want to bother him, but you crave to hear him talk to you some more. 

“What are you reading?” you ask, and Eclipse begins to smile.

“Fiction. After so many hours spent on documents, I need something to distract my mind.”

“I didn’t take you for the type,” you murmur, and your sentence makes him laugh.

“You just don’t know me enough, pet,” he almost purrs, and once again your face heats up. How can he say that as if it was nothing? You do want to know him more—in fact, you want to know everything about Eclipse. You want to know his favorite books, his favorite scents, what he does in the morning after waking up, and what he likes to eat. You want to ask about his childhood, you want to spend time with him and his brothers, you want to learn more about their culture and more about them as well. You want to be able to spend every second with the three of them, but you can’t, so you cherish the moment you have with Eclipse before you eventually fall asleep.

“That’s something we can always change,” you say, nuzzling closer to him and closing your eyes for a moment. You’re so close you can hear the pumping of his heart under his exoskeleton, and the sound of it is almost lulling you to sleep. “What’s the story about?”

“Ah, just a tale about two lovers,” he explains, “It’s tragic, but I can’t fall asleep without reading at least a chapter.”

“I hope it’s not too tragic,” you murmur, “It’d be sad if one died.”

“I must agree with you here,” Eclipse hugs you even closer. “They’re made for each other. If one were to pass away, I have no idea what the other would do.”

You feel cradled by the gentleness in his words, the emotion that you so rarely hear in them, like a hand caressing your cheek and tilting your face up. When you do open your eyes, you find Eclipse fondly looking down at you with a small smile.

“Keep going,” you mutter, fighting with your own heavy eyelids as you speak, “I wanna know about them…”

“Sleep, my dear pet,” Eclipse whispers instead, bending down to kiss the top of your head, “I’ll tell you more tomorrow.”

You don’t want tomorrow to come, you know you wouldn’t stand to see him wearing his crown and leave for the day. The thought is so painful you curl up into a ball and groan, and you stop only when a pair of strong arms hold you close to a hard chest, and you realize that Eclipse has fully slipped under the cover and is now gently hugging you, one hand on the nape of your neck, another burying its fingers in your hair, and the last two resting on your hips. Another kiss is placed on your forehead, and you swear you might just start boiling on the spot.

“What about your book?” you ask with a tired and groggy voice, wrapping yourself around Eclipse some more, like you’re afraid someone might come in and untangle you from him. 

“It’ll wait,” the king answers. 

“But you said you can’t sleep without reading…” Your eyes are closed again, and this time you feel like they might not open until morning.

“This can work as well.” 

You finally fall asleep cradled and hugged by Eclipse’s arms, uncaring of his hard shell being so different from any kind of fur or skin humans might find more comfortable, and when you do manage to sleep into your own world, you do it with a smile on your lips. You’re no longer afraid of turning around right after waking up and finding the bed empty and cold, not anymore, not when Eclipse is making up for all the lack of affection you had to endure. 

Next time, you’ll try to see if you can rope Sun and Moon into it too. It’d be nice to have a sleepover all together.

[sturniololuvz]

Pls do a fic where reader is still pretty young (early teens) and she has a friend who is a boy and he wants to be more then friends and tries to force himself onto her and the triplets notice she has bruises on her and she just busts out crying

okkkk!

“Safe With Us”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: crying , sexual suggestive conent

Y/N had always been close with her brothers. Chris, Matt, and Nick were more than just siblings—they were her protectors, her best friends. They joked around, teased her, and occasionally got on her nerves, but she knew, without a doubt, that they always had her back.

That’s why she didn’t want them to know.

She didn’t want them to see the bruises.

She didn’t want them to know what he had done.

Her so-called friend—someone she had trusted—had taken things too far. At first, it was just small things, little comments that made her uncomfortable. Then he started pushing her boundaries—touching her in ways that made her skin crawl, cornering her when no one was around. She had told him no. She had begged him to stop.

But he didn’t listen.

And now, here she was, sitting at the dinner table with her brothers, her sleeves tugged low over her wrists, pretending everything was fine.

Except it wasn’t.

Chris noticed first. He always did. His sharp eyes caught the way she flinched when she shifted in her seat, the way she avoided their gazes.

“Yo, you good?” he asked casually, but his tone held an edge of concern.

Y/N forced a smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Nick frowned. “You sure? You seem… off.”

Matt’s gaze drifted to her hands, where she was gripping her hoodie sleeves so tightly her knuckles were white. His stomach twisted. Something was wrong.

And then, Chris saw it.

A small gap between her sleeve and her wrist. The faint outline of a bruise.

His expression darkened. “What’s that?”

Y/N quickly yanked her sleeve back down. “Nothing.”

Chris wasn’t buying it. “Y/N.” His voice was softer now, but firm. “Show me.”

She shook her head, her heart pounding. “It’s—It’s nothing, Chris. I swear.”

Matt and Nick shared a glance before Matt reached out gently. “Please, Y/N.”

Her hands trembled as she slowly rolled up her sleeve, revealing dark bruises along her wrist. The air in the room shifted instantly.

Chris’s jaw clenched. Nick inhaled sharply. Matt’s fists tightened.

“Who did this?” Chris demanded, his voice low, controlled—but barely.

Y/N’s vision blurred with tears. “I—I don’t—”

“Who. Did. This?” Nick repeated, his tone leaving no room for avoidance.

And then, it all came crashing down.

She broke. Sobs wracked her small frame as she covered her face with her hands. “I didn’t want you to know,” she choked out. “I thought I could handle it—I tried, but he wouldn’t stop, and I—I didn’t know what to do.”

The triplets didn’t need to hear anything else.

Chris immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “It’s okay,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re safe now.”

Nick ran a soothing hand up and down her back. “You should’ve told us,” he murmured, his own anger barely contained. “We would’ve helped you.”

Matt, still sitting in stunned silence, finally spoke. “Who was it?” His voice was eerily calm, but his hands were shaking.

Y/N sniffled, pulling back slightly. “It—It was—” She hesitated, eyes filled with fear.

Chris cupped her face gently. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. Just tell us.”

She took a shaky breath before whispering his name.

The room went silent.

Chris, Matt, and Nick exchanged a look that Y/N had never seen before. A silent understanding passed between them—one filled with fury, protectiveness, and a promise.

“Where does he live?” Chris asked, his tone dangerously quiet.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Chris—”

Nick shook his head. “We’re not letting this slide.”

Matt’s jaw tightened. “Nobody—nobody—gets to hurt our sister and walk away.”

Y/N sniffled, gripping Chris’s hoodie. “I just don’t want you guys to get in trouble.”

Chris exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down. “Okay. Okay.” He gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “But we are telling Mom and Dad. And we’re making sure this never happens again.”

Nick nodded. “And you’re never going near him again. Ever.”

Matt leaned in, his voice softer now. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N. We’ve got you.”

A fresh wave of tears spilled down her face, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. It was relief.

She wasn’t alone.

And with her brothers by her side, she knew she never would be.

—

[slimmyluvsnagi]

Important notes: This is something funny that it occurred to me to do, in reality I just put some characters! (Soft content, blk x yn)

With: Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Michael Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Yukimiya Kenyu, Bachira Meguru.

꒰ 🎮 𝙋𝙡𝙤𝙩: "How would they sleep with you"

Seishiro Nagi 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Sleeping with Nagi is like sleeping with a big teddy bear.

Normally Nagi really likes long naps, while you give him cuddles on his hair, it relaxes him a lot.

His favorite position is sleeping against your chest, after a long workout and a gaming session on his phone he needs a break, then he always goes to your arms, while he surrounds your torso with his hands and positions himself on you.

Don't expect to go to the bathroom, because he won't move at all, if you try to leave before he wakes up he will be in a bad mood all day, or he will let out some sighs between dreams of annoyance, everything is a nuisance for him.

Reo Mikage 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Sleeping with Reo is like sleeping in paradise.

His big king side bed is like being in heaven. He has tons of pillows since he's constantly on the move, his favorite position is spooning, where he's obviously the big spoon, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning your back against his firm chest.

He usually lets you pet his hair before bed, he likes it when you run your fingers through his long hair, or when you make little pigtails for him.

After training, he usually wants to rest by your side, too bad if you have work to do, he'd be able to get your boss to give you the day off thanks to his contacts.

Chigiri Hyoma 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Chigiri really likes sleeping with you, especially when he has hard days, a game or a stressful moment.

Sleeping next to him is very nice, they always have a skincare session together while watching something, he always tries to make room for you even if he is tired from his soccer practices.

He likes you to do hairstyles in his reddish hair, you are the only person he lets him touch his hair. His favorite position is for you to be against his chest, he likes to see you calm while you sleep, this gives him security and peace at the same time, since you are his priority.

He will always treat you like a queen, since he was raised by his older sister and mother, he knows that he must be delicate at bedtime, preparing the bed minutes before you come to sleep next to him, organizing everything as you like and finally being comfortable.

Itoshi Rin 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Even though Rin seems serious, he always shows his sensitive and loving side with you.

Rin doesn't beat around the bush when it's time to sleep, he just wants you to be close to him while you give him cuddles and some kisses. He's not too much of a fan of romance but with you it's different, sometimes he doesn't say anything and just hugs you from behind possessively, while placing one of his hands on your lower back, completely relaxing.

He likes to spend the weekend with you in bed, since he hardly has too much time to spend with you due to his heavy training, you're the only thing his brother Sae can't have, so constantly in his dreams he takes you possessively and holds you to his chest.

Itoshi Sae 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Sleeping with Sae means: Waking up without him.

Sae is very strict with his schedules, always getting up at a specific time every day, he is too disciplined with his career as a soccer player.

You were already used to waking up without him, although there were days of exceptions. You understood that there were times when his mind was only on the games, so you always woke up without him by your side.

His favorite position is for you to lie on him, placing your head on his bare chest, since he usually doesn't wear a shirt at bedtime.

He is the type of boy who probably consumes asmr content to relax. He is always stressed out and needs some stimulation for that, which is why he is too picky about all that.

Sae, despite everything, prepares you breakfast and leaves you a note on the fridge, saying that he was leaving, but he does leave you thousands of messages on your phone when he leaves the house. Poor you if you don't answer him right away.

Yukimiya Kenyu 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Yukimiya is very loving when it comes to sleeping with you.

He is a person who always tries to prepare everything for you before sleeping, since he knows that you like to sleep with everything arranged.

Before sleeping they have a conversation about everything they have done in their day, he likes to listen to you talk too much and smiles every time you say something about it.

He doesn't have a specific position that he likes, since he is constantly moving and they can have thousands of sleeping positions in one night. When he wakes up to go to his training he gives you a light kiss on your forehead and lets you know that he is already on the court.

Bachira Meguru 𖦹 ࣪ ۪

Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a little boy..

Bachira is the type of boy who before going to sleep tells you a thousand things he did in practice, such as "Do you know what I did with Isagi today? The goal I scored today was amazing!" and thousands of other things before going to sleep.

His favorite position is spooning, where you are the big spoon. Since Bachira is given to moving all night while sleeping, he even talks in his sleep when he is very tired. It is something tender and funny at the same time, so you make sure he is in the same position all night.

Although there are days when he wants to be the big spoon, he does not like it very much when you treat him like a little boy, maybe he is a little, but he always wants to change roles even if he wakes up on the floor afterwards.

His room is surrounded by pillows and stuffed animals, both of you are fans of having them all over the room, so don't be surprised if he hugs a stuffed animal or pillow instead of you. He has a hard time waking up early, so you have to be his alarm all the time.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Ok so, we know that when Jason gets emotional or angry or taken by Pit Rage his eyes turn fully green. And i hc that his eyes will fluctuate between greenish blue and deep blue with barely a trace green depending on his mental and emotional state. 

So we see that it turns that color when he's attacking Tim, when fights Bruce (I think)

Basically, at first it goes green when he's facing his family who he thought had failed him.

So you know what I want?

This changes. Later along the line, he doesn't go Lazarus when he's mad at them. 

Now they go green, and blaze brighter than ever before when he's protecting them. When he's fighting with and alongside them. 

He finds some thug who banged up one of his siblings really badly, really really bad, and they go further to insult whatever sibling they went at. It doesn't matter which one.

Suddenly all Jason can see is through a green haze, and Nightwing has to call out and coax him off the guy before he kills him. 

Jack Drake shows up at the Manor looking for Tim, generally being an a-hole, mentioning something about 'Waynes stealing his kid for no reason' and generally not noticing that most of that is his fault.

Jason, coincidentally the one to open the door, tries to control. himself, but Jack goes over the line with something, anything, and his eyes turn green, and he swings around and socks him in the jaw. Hard. 

And snarls in Jack's face to stay the hell away from his little brother. 

Jack stops after that day. 

He's on patrol, coincidentally when he hears a fight and jumps in on a villain almost getting the better of the old man, of Batman, of his dad and well, the news later has an article on Red Hood, with blazing green eyes behind the helmet almost tearing some villain's hand off. 

He's on patrol with Signal and Spoiler and Black Bat when a villain threatens the younger ones and also gets between RH and Black Bat and them at the same time. Well, Hood was having a bad night anyway, might as well send the jerk to the hospital. 

And more like that.

One time the Titans and the Outlaws have to team up for something. Either Red Robin and Nightwing get hurt badly. Really bad.

This is the first time the Outlaws (And Titans) see the full green glow, and Hood goes. Ballistic.

He nearly kills the one responsible before his brothers' call from the other side of the area finally coaxes, calls, him out of it. 

And the Pit Rage is stronger than before. And clearer. And easier to control. 

Jason used to get Pit Rage when he was mad at and attacking his family. Now it comes when he's protecting, fighting with, and in general for them. 

[heretical-cogitations]

Help! My serf smells like the armoury and it's making me have heretical thoughts. Part 2

Word count: ~870

Part 1

A/N - I was really struggling trying to write this to work for any space marine but don't think I have the skill. Wanted to give writing in 2nd person a go as well. So it morphed into :

Titus x reader

Probs ooc but fuck it we ball.

Already have ideas for a final part....

As the door closed behind him you were left in shock, what just happened. 

Smoothing out your robe; you pick up the piece of armour you had neglected when you were distracted by your Lords ...presence.

Cleaning the filthy ceramite your mind is filled with thoughts of him; worried you had upset him but despite your concern you recall to how he looked in that tiny, flimsy loin cloth, you were certain you could easily rip it off with you tee— BY THE EMPEROR STOP.

Covering your face with your hands, guilt and shame set deep into every atom of your being.

How could you be so disrespectful, he had treated you so well, been so kind and in no uncertain terms made your life considerably better than it would've been otherwise.

You scold yourself again, annoyed at yourself for objectifying one of the emperor’s chosen, especially one so chivalrous and caring.

You looked at the spotless armour you had haphazardly lugged towards a corner of the room, proud of how the ceramite was now gleaming despite arguing with yourself the entire time, it now taking up as little of the communal space as it could.

The only piece missing is his helm currently placed near your feet, it had suffered quite a lot in this last deployment and needed more than a good scrub to get it back to its true glory. So, you have graciously taken it upon yourself to polish and repaint his helm.

You definitely weren’t going to use this as a peace offering to your lord or as a distraction from your inappropriate day dreaming.

Your gaze lands on the gauntlets, the sheer size making you blush, you need to get out of this room. Picking up his helm you scurry out, hoping the walk to his chamber would clear your mind or if that didn't the helm maintenance would. 

He couldn’t be in there any longer, it was too much, he needed to get to the bottom of this now. Titus, newly appointed captain of the 2nd company, was mortified at his lack of self-control; he is a mighty astartes and yet one smell has him splitting at the seams.

His mind wanders has he walks heavy footed through the ship’s corridors, before he finds himself at the armoury, making his way in, it’s quiet. The rooms usual smell almost completely absent, something usually so strong barely present now. He decides to search around to investigate what might produce such a smell, hoping to find why it made him react the way it did. His search is cut short as he hears the distinct armoured footfall of the chapter master.

“Titus.”  

Titus turns to face him saluting, “Chapter master.”  Calgar smiles and raises a brow “At ease lad, you look concerned is something bothering you?”  Titus breaks eye contact with his superior shifting on his feet appearing almost meek in front of him. “Well… I am concerned about my behaviour towards my serf earlier, it is hard to explain I apologise, but I felt overwhelming urges to touch them in less than appropriate ways.” He hangs his head low expecting to be reprimanded for acting in such a debased way, but such rebuke never comes instead Calgar stifles a laugh. His gauntlet clapped Titus on the shoulder knocking him forward with the force. “I'm sorry Titus, I shouldn't laugh, this issue is quite common amongst our battle brothers. As we astartes age we can rekindle some of our, let's say, baseline urges. Though you are on the younger side for this to occur.”  Calgar’s chuckle tapers out, smile still lingering on his face.

“I was looking for what I suspected to be the catalyst but have had no luck.” Huffing as he speaks, almost sulking. “What did you expect to find in the armoury, Titus?” Calgar said still smirking, almost as if he knew the answer. “The smell, that caused all of this” Titus admits.

“Ah, so you are unaware of the predicament here in the armoury…” Calgar leans closer to him, voice dropping to a whisper no baseline could hear. “What you smell when you don your battle plate is baseline arousal, Titus. Of those who know, we each have our own interpretation as to why armouring serfs react in the way they do when dressing us, but one thing we all agree is that this is kept close to our chest and only shared on a need-to-know basis.” Calgar leans back smiling again teasing Titus. “And this seems to be one of those situations”. Calgar turns towards the door “I hope will keep this secret as well as the rest of us.” He says chuckling as he walks out of the room. Titus is left blushed red and gaping at the grey-haired space marine as he takes his leave.

Once the shock of the revelation settled, he couldn't contain the smile that split his features, his little serf finds him attractive.

His little serf returns his feelings.

No matter how much he tries to temper it he cannot control his giddiness. The other implications of the situation flying far above his head in this moment.

He must return to them now.

[bittersweet-jack-of-no-trades]

Now we know Bill tried to enter post-memory gun Fiddleford's mind and found it was simply too shattered to work with--- but what if he slipped in at the beginning of Fiddleford's decline? Rooted like a pleased little maggot in the decay of Fidds' memory, he twists and molds and shapes them in a way that convinces Fiddleford to return to Ford- and use the gun on him, too. "It's the only way to save him," Bill says, in the form of God or an angel or something similar, and a wilted Fiddleford is convinced.

Cue a horrific Groundhog's Day-esque cycle where Ford's mind is mostly wiped, with Bill keeping just the minimum knowledge required to build the portal; from the seeds of those thoughts, however, Ford is able to remember the truth of Bill's manipulation (but not how he lost his memories in the first place, just assuming Bill pulled them from his head like he did in TBOB), thus leading a desperate, manic Fiddleford to erase his memories again. Fiddleford is using the gun on himself at the same time (although he attempts to act normal, and as a caretaker for Ford, feeding him curated information), and they both teeter on the precipice of pure madness; Bill plans on keeping them from falling over the edge only until they complete the portal.

As more and more of his memories simply... stop coming back, Ford starts leaving himself notes and clues for the next time his memory is erased. As a final resort, he sends the postcard to his brother, who he figures at the very least can remind Ford of his own name when his thoughts are wiped from his brain; finding his brother's address at the cusp of when he senses his mind is to be erased again, he jots it down quickly on his arm for future reference.

Finally, Ford figures out Fiddleford is the root cause. In a scuffle in the lab, Fiddleford manages to gain the upper hand, and they accidentally start the portal; with a final blast of the memory gun, he sends Ford careening into a world unknown. Torn apart by guilt, he uses the gun on himself, as well; deeming this iteration of the portal a lost cause, Bill lets Fiddleford fully lose his mind.

Stan arrives a few hours later. He finds a strange, wide-eyed, amnesiac engineer in his brother's house, with no sign of his twin, except for--- hundreds of mostly nonsensical notes, detailing childhood memories but also incomprehensible horrors. With no other choice, at the very least in order to take advantage of having access to an actual home with a roof, Stan stays in Gravity Falls, trying to coax answers out of what appears to be a raccoon in a human form with no clear idea of who he is or his relation to Ford. Stan has dreams--- nightmares--- of something great and dark watching him, but his mind remains untouched- for now.

A thousand galaxies away, a young man wakes on an unfamiliar planet, with no idea of how to get home- no, he has no idea what or where home is, or who he is. All he has is something scribbled on his forearm in hasty permanent marker: an address, and what he has to assume is his own name: Stanley Pines.

[borkunlimited]

Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Sylus x Reader)

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes.

Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or-

-Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger.

A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

Tags: Sylus x Reader, Hybrid AU, Suggestive Themes, Fluff, Predator/Prey

AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3

2: My Dearest, Cherished

Daisy hopped about, shifting through the box of your growing collection of hair accessories opened in front of you.

“Oh, you want me to wear this one?”, you asked the little bird holding out its chosen hairpin towards you using its beak.

The crow gave you a small nod and you studied the accessory before putting it on. It is the most recent gift Mr. Sylus gave you, the one brought by his bodyguard, Skye, and a small giggle escaped your lips, a faint blush on your face on how the small accessory is almost realistic, and reminded you of a stray butterfly deciding to land on your hair.

As always, Mr. Sylus seemed to select the perfect gifts.

It almost makes you feel that you are pretty.

You bit your lip at the thought and looked at the side, avoiding the gaze of your reflection on the mirror silently judging you for even thinking of such and for a moment, a hint of embarrassment and guilt filled your mind.

Mr. Sylus is just being kind to you.

Daisy peered at you curiously, as if confused by your sudden change of demeanor, watching you absentmindedly play the end of your braid and look at your shoes.

“Good afternoon, Miss Deer!”

A cheery voice called out to you and your eyes immediately landed at two pairs of pointed wolf ears poking out over the ledge of the studio’s window, each holding up almost identical wolf puppets.

“Your favorite twins are here!”

“Mr. Sylus’ most loyal henchmen at your service!”

The thoughts bothering you awhile ago were put aside, your steps quick with Daisy taking perch on one of your antlers while you put yourself in front of the window on this makeshift puppet show held by Mr. Sylus’ twin messengers, Luke and Kieran.

Luke quickly took a peek to check if they managed to get your attention and he had to stifle a chuckle upon seeing your deer ears perked up, clearly excited, with Mephisto (or as you call the boss’ crow, ‘Daisy’) peering curiously at them. He gave his younger brother a thumbs-up and Kieran’s tail wagged.

They have always been fascinated watching you put together colorful fabrics every time they drop off the boss’ gifts to you and perhaps video games have become boring recently that they decided to pick up another hobby to pass time in between planning pranks and doing the dirty work on the boss’ behalf.

After a few band-aids around their fingers and repeating stitches, the time has come to finally show off their handiwork to you.

“Oh, looks like we have an audience, Kieran.”

“Is that so, Luke? We shouldn’t disappoint them then.”

“You must be wondering why we are here on this beautiful afternoon, aren’t you, Miss Deer?” Luke asked through the little puppet he is holding, using a high and false voice.

They have grown to also look after you willingly, the object of their boss’ affections, having interacted with you directly every time they deliver Sylus’ gifts to you. Despite multiple visits, their adoration grew further on that fateful visit when they came out of a sudden skirmish on their way to you with small tears on their coats.

Who felt it first anyways? 

Luke? 

Kieran? 

What each twin knows is the surge of warmth, unfamiliar but certainly welcomed, while they sit on their haunches, observing you while you sit by the window of your studio, fixing their clothes for them under the warm glow of the lamp.

They each received a kiss on the forehead through their masks after that and ever since then, it was not only Sylus’ approval they sought but yours as well.

“Did Mr. Sylus asked you to deliver a gift again?”, you asked, tilting your head curiously at them, or at least their little puppets, and the sound of their tails thumping against the hardwood floor of the balcony grew louder.

“Mr. Sylus did not ask them to deliver a gift.”

All of you turned towards the source of the voice and you smiled, immediately recognizing your latest visitor.

“Good afternoon, Skye. What brings you here?”, you greeted him, and Sylus walk beside you, a bouquet of daisies in his hand that he set on your work table and a look of satisfaction crossed his face upon noticing you are wearing the one of the hairpins he gifted you.

You look so charming wearing his gifts as usual.

His gaze moved towards Mephisto and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes when he saw his creation using your antlers as a perch. 

A. Perch.

It did not help that you don’t mind at all.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart,” he answered, and he turned towards the twins who were conveying their curiosity towards his sudden appearance by tilting the heads of their wolf puppets. “And to answer your question, I am the one that Mr. Sylus sent today to deliver your gift, not these two wolf cubs.”

And also not the crow who also has the audacity to also tilt its head towards him, as if surprised its master is here.

All of them (aside from him, of course) don't have any reason to be in your studio but here they are.

“Oh, just passing by, boss,” Kieran spoke, standing up together with his brother and jumping inside through the window.

“We’re not slacking off, we swear!”, Luke added.

Right and he isn’t the most wanted man in this country.

“And yet here you are,” Sylus answered, clearly amused at how the two are showing off their work to you, “Holding a puppet show for miss seamstress.”

You are clearly having fun shaking hands with their little puppets from the looks of it, your attention fully directed towards the twins.

Cute.

You are absolutely cute right now.

Sylus isn’t angry at all.

He finds it endearing, in fact. First it was Mephisto parading the ribbon you tied around its neck back at the base and now these two are joining in the fun, wearing neck scarves you have also sewn for them. A gift from you because you said you are having a difficult time identifying who is who according to them.

“We’re actually delivering our own gift this time, boss,” Luke answered and he pulled out a deer hand puppet from his coat, handing it to you.

“Made it ourselves, Miss Deer,” Kieran added, watching you slip on the puppet on your hand, a wide smile on your face and then made it tilt its head on the twins’ own puppets.

If Sylus thinks you shaking hands with the wolf puppets is absolutely cute, then this is another level.

“You did very well,” you praised the two boys and you can clearly see the dedication put into it. You assumed they learned on their own based on the stitches and it takes you back during the time you first learned how to sew by making your own plushies.

“Don’t worry, boss, we haven’t forgotten about you,” Luke spoke, and Sylus let out a huff of amusement but accepted the gift from Kieran.

A dragon puppet. How fitting.

Now all four of you can actually stage a puppet show at this point.

They have really outdone themselves this time, haven’t they? (and he is actually proud of them too).

“I’m honored,” Sylus answered dryly, slipping on the hand puppet and letting you examine it, “Are you going to start handing us the script as well?”

“Oh, we haven’t thought about that,” Kieran mused.

“But that is certainly a good idea, don’t you think?”, Luke nudged his brother and his twin nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. Would the boss participate in their little puppet show? They don’t know but he surely will if you are in it and-

-One quick look is enough for them to know you are more than eager to do so, your eyes twinkling as you gaze fondly at the puppet they made for you, your fingers gently running on its ears.

Back to the drawing board it is.

Sylus does not have to see the expression beneath the masks they are wearing, their wagging tails alone is a dead giveaway and he let out a silent scoff when the the twins raised their puppets, using it to kiss both of your cheeks.

Not only did you allow them to do so but you gave each of them a kiss on the forehead too.

“See you at the base, boss!”, Luke gave him a mock salute before jumping out of the window with his brother. Mephisto also took it as a cue to leave after quickly preening your hair and receiving a kiss from you on the top of its head.

All of these things happened. Right in front of him. Their boss. He quickly pushed the jealous thoughts about to resurface aside, his annoyed expression replaced by a lazy smirk.

“Enjoying your gift, sweetie?”, Sylus asked, looking down at you and he arched his brow when he noticed you were studying him.

Did you finally figure it out?

You didn’t answer his question, instead, you raised your deer puppet inches from his face, and then asked, “Why did they call you ‘boss’, Skye?”

“Why indeed,” he mused, raising his own dragon puppet to face yours, “Do you need a hint, sweetie?”

No, you don’t need a hint. His towering figure is enough for you to realize that he is the someone who issues out orders. His clothes clearly point out that he has sufficient budget to dress up nicely and it only means one thing.

How could you not realize it sooner?

“You’re-”, you started slowly.

This is it. His tail swishes side by side, and he is almost surprised at how excited he is right now, eager to end this charade and to finally hear you say it. 

To say his actual name.

“I’m...?”, he encourages, almost holding his breath in anticipation.

The beating of his heart seemed to grow louder, his eyes trained on your lips, your expression bright which he assumed was because you realized that the beloved client you have been wanting to thank is here, right now, inside your studio.

“You’re the boss henchman of all Mr. Sylus’ henchmen!”, you proclaimed.

And there it is.

How? How is it you are capable of figuring out how to sew the intricacies of the clothes he requests from you but it is taking you so long to piece together his real identity?

He had to stop himself from letting out a frustrated sigh at your answer, his smirk straining a little slightly and then he let out a chuckle.

So close. You are so close but it looks like he needs to drop more hints, to let you figure out this mystery on your own.

“Is that so, sweetie?”, he replied, tapping the nose of your deer puppet with the snout of his own puppet, “I supposed I am.”

“Do you see Mr. Sylus everyday then, Skye?”, you asked him, your puppet now posing as it is thinking, wondering about the identity of your mysterious (and shy)  patron.

Of course, he does. Every morning and evening, in fact. He just had to look at any mirror  to see himself.

“I do,” he answered casually, then he leaned forward with his puppet who looked like he was about to share something private, “Do you want to know a secret, miss seamstress?”

You nodded eagerly, your puppet reflecting your action and he chuckled in amusement. Perhaps you have been around the company of beasts that reside here in the N109 zone for so long that your little deer instincts have now faded. 

It is certainly alarming to see you not fleeing from a fiend like him but then again, that is why he is here to make sure no other beasts in this place or anywhere for that matter would sink their fangs on that neck of yours.

Except him, of course.

His smirk grows, your ear twitching due to his proximity and your soft fur grazing his nose for a moment. It was so tempting to take in your scent, to bury his nose on the slope of your neck to savor the aroma of cotton and wildflowers. 

Your expectant gaze at him made him chuckle before speaking. Your eyes reminded him of a deer who is a few steps away from leaving her meadow and into the dark forest where the dragon resides.

“Mr. Sylus is very, very fond of you, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You suddenly took a step back away from him, blushing at the secret he just shared to you.

If he walks towards you, would you take a step back?

“Why so shy all of a sudden, little doe?”, he asked playfully, observing you hide your face behind the puppet you are holding up, “Do you like him back?”

Of course you like Mr. Sylus. You like his gestures of gratitude and how he looks after this tailor shop even when he has never set foot here, and because of it, this place has become one of the few neutral zones scattered across the N109 zone where any disputes or fights are not allowed.

Yet, Skye seemed to imply something else but maybe you are just reading into it too much.

“No, I don’t,” you shook your head, hoping that your blush would disappear when you do.

“Such a bad liar,” Sylus tutted, thoroughly amused to see you taking another step back as he closes the distance between the two of you. He could hear the beating of your heart and you shuddered when his tail wrapped around your ankle while you used your puppet to cover your face from him.

“I am not lying.” “Oh, I think you are.”

Instead of moving your puppet aside, he raised his to hug yours instead and just the thought that it is him and you is enough for his tail to tightened its hold.

“Terrible liars aren’t cut for making good excuses, sweetie,” he said, closing the distance between the two of you and it was so amusing watching you shift back and forth.

“I don’t like Mr. Sylus.”

“Do you? And here I thought you wanted to meet him.”

Beneath his playful answer was a hint of warning. He isn’t going to accept any other answer aside from what he wanted to hear but he waited patiently, his eyes narrowing slightly towards you who is looking at anything else but him.

Why is Skye teasing you so much? Sure, you may have had a crush slight admiration towards Mr. Sylus during the early days of the shop but that all went out of the window when you heard that the man is a hundred years old.

A hundred years old.

It is then you realized the gifts must be him being a polite and kindly old gentleman.

“I do want to meet him!”

“Didn’t you say you don’t like him? Best to choose a side, sweetheart.”

“I like him as a friend. Not the way you think.”

“As a friend?”, Sylus repeated, his tail uncoiling itself from your ankle, flicking in annoyance with your answer. “All this time, you think all of his gifts are tokens of friendship?”

You are more oblivious than he thought or maybe he should step up his game to spell it out for you.

“But-”, you stammered.

“But what, little doe?”, he replied, his eyes slightly. Why do you look so terrified? Did you finally realize that a dangerous man is infatuated with you? Took you so long.

“He’s a hundred years old, Skye!”, you exclaimed.

There was a moment of silence after your outburst.

Of all the rumors circulating about him, the speculation about his age is the one that reached your ears and you just had to believe the most ridiculous one. Not that he is a dangerous man who leaves no survivors in his wake or eats his enemies.

No, you chose to believe he is a dusty, old geezer.

You thought he was an old gentleman all this time who is just being polite

That does it. After his visit here, he will look for the smart person who spread lies about his age.

“Sweetie,” he chuckled softly, amused at the little frown on your face when he pokes your cheek with the snout of his puppet, “He’s not even close to his thirties.”

Perhaps you can take his word for it because he does work for Mr. Sylus. If Skye is already imposing, for sure, Mr. Sylus is as well. Every client of yours that happens to also be his business associate all claim his presence commands the room. That one look from him is enough for you to know your place.

They make him sound mean but then again, you did tailor his business attire with dark fabrics.

Would he be angry when you assumed he was a very old man? You really hope Skye won’t tell.

“What does he look like then?”, you asked.

He looks like me, sweetie.

Sylus had to bite the inside of his cheek to blurt out his initial answer and the hopeful look on your face almost cracked his resolve on keeping up with this charade. Instead, he sighed dramatically, making his puppet shake its head.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he answered and your ears drooped miserably. “Mr. Sylus is a very private man.”

Your sad gaze made Sylus decided that teasing is done for today. Not when his sweet deer is looking at him as if he shooed her away.

“Don’t give me that look, darling deer,” he sighed, reaching for the bouquet of daisies he brought with him and tucking a flower near one of your antlers.

You didn’t reply, your eyes averted at the side with your ears still drooping.

“Mr. Sylus wouldn’t be too happy to see his favorite tailor all sulking now,” he chided, adding another daisy on your hair. 

“Don’t tell him I thought he was a hundred years old,” you said quietly, shifting back and forth anxiously and hoping that Mr. Sylus’ tall bodyguard would be as kind as his twin henchmen.

Sylus huffed, chuckling softly at your innocent request as he reached out to gently still you so he could tuck another daisy on your hair.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Your secret is safe with me,” he answered, setting the bouquet back on the table and you laughed softly when his puppet’s mouth playfully pinched your nose and he grinned when he saw your short tail wagging in response.

“Thank you, Skye.”

“Anything for you, miss seamstress.”

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Initially, your father dismissed the first time Sylus visited.

He did not mind the tall dragon hybrid taking a look around the shop because Sylus is the reason why he was able to build this place in the first place.

The second time Sylus visited, well, that is something your father knew he should keep a closer eye at.

Especially when Sylus himself is personally giving a bouquet of flowers to you.

Your father is glad no one was at the shop today or else the other clients who saw that will talk and the last thing he wants is you, his sweet daughter who has dedicated her life to sewing clothes, be the center of gossip.

He heard your soft laughter behind the closed door of your studio and oddly enough, it was surprising to hear Sylus speak to you so fondly.

What he doesn’t understand is why you are calling Sylus using a different name.

“Mr. Sylus,” your father greeted him as he stepped back at the receiving area of your shop, “I hope you enjoyed your visit today.”

Sylus gave your father an easy smile, all of his affectionate demeanour reserved just for you hidden behind a polite mask. One look is enough for him to see the older deer hybrid’s suspicion towards him.

This is the look of a deer who had caught the scent of danger.

“Good afternoon,” Sylus greeted, inclining his head, “Yes, I did.”

Sylus’ gaze lingered towards the door to your studio and oh how he is already looking forward to his next visit, to simply watch his sweet tailor caught up in the world of cloth and needle. So clueless, ignorant on the meaning of his gifts.

“I am glad to hear that,” your father replied politely, “Please do take care on your way back.”

Your father is afraid but it wouldn’t be wise to show Sylus his fear. This isn’t the look of an investor who is simply interested in how his many ventures are fairing.

No, he will always recognize this look everywhere.

Finally, the gifts had made sense. Those gifts are not gestures of gratitude. It is so much more personal.

Those are Sylus’ subtle attempts to win your heart.

“Thank you, I will,” Sylus gave him one last nod, a polite smile before making his way outside the shop, the chimes announcing his departure.

Oh, Sylus will keep coming back here, again and again. It does not matter how many times and he will keep doing it-

Until finally you will recognize him.

Until finally you call him by his real name.

Until finally you are his.

[heavensentenced]

THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION AS YOUR ONLY SOURCE OF LIFE: a brief rundown

I. Consciousness is the only reality

“[…]These are the two names which give you dominion. You have dominion if, as you walk the earth, you know that your consciousness is God, the one and only reality. You become aware of something you would like to express or possess. You have the ability to feel that you are and possess that which but a moment before was imaginary. The final result, the embodying of your assumption, is completely outside of the offices of a three-dimensional mind. It comes to birth in a way that no man knows”.

So what is ‘consciousness’? Consciousness, at its simplest, is awareness of internal and external existence. Whatever man is aware of, he has the ability to feel as though he possesses such power. What follows the simple state of being conscious of one’s desire(s), is the state of embodiment.

The state of embodiment takes place once man has hardened awareness into assumption. A ‘state’ circles back to the definition of awareness. Whether it’s hard or easy to grasp as a concept, the Law of Assumption works just like a washing machine: it starts with awareness, it becomes assumption, then belief and then awareness again, only this time we give it the definition of ‘state’. The state of which man becomes cognisant of is the moment he realizes his belief has to reside in his awareness.

“[…]You so completely rub out poverty in your mind's eye that there is nothing in this world you can point to and claim, that is where I left it”.

Neville here explains the process of turning one’s “old” consciousness into a new state of consciousness which completely erases any speck of proof that the old one even existed. What is said is that it is fundamental to leave the old story behind and forge your new reality through your new state of awareness. Once you start living in your mind, you forget whichever existed in the past and that is being presented to your right now in your physical world, aka the 3D reality.

The 3D reality has no power over consciousness and it is shaped through belief.

II. Walk by faith

“[…] Let us examine this thought. In his 2nd letter to the Corinthians Paul says: "We walk by faith and not by sight." When we walk by sight, we know our way by objects that the eye sees. But Paul tells us to order our life by objects seen only in the imagination. In other words, when you know where you want to go and what you want to be, you are told not to rearrange your physical structure, but to walk by faith, viewing only the rearranged structure of your mind. And if you will remain faithful to that state of consciousness, what is seen only in your imagination will objectify itself in your world”.

“Walking by faith” means releasing your mind from the shackles of your old unfavourable assumptions and distrust your sight. Whatever the eye sees, doesn’t belong in imagination. Imagination is the place within your realm of consciousness where everything rolls out in your favour if you want it enough. It is the place of freedom, the state of the ‘I AM’, the little room where all of your power resides.

“[…] Now, we are told: "Faith is the assurance of things hoped for; the conviction of things not seen, so that what is seen was made out of things that do not appear." (Hebrews 11) Only my brother Victor saw his mental act. Others saw the sign, "J. N. Roach & Company" - by sight, but Victor saw the words, "J.C. Goddard & Sons - by faith”.

Walk around the streets having faith that you’re living in a movie: go into shops, try on expensive clothes and shoes, believe them to be yours. Look at your own reflection through large windows or outdoor mirrors, admiring yourself. Walk around as if the world is in the palm of your hands and you control its every move. No matter what sight sees, faith cannot be dismantled if imagination has it.

III. Everything comes from within you

“[…] I can by simply feeling that I am what I want to be transform myself into the likeness of that which I am assuming I am; I know now that I am all that it takes to scale this mountain… When I feel that I am what I want to be I cannot suppress the joy that comes with that feeling. I must always contemplate my objective until I get the feeling of satisfaction”.

By interlinking each stated point, it is discernible that everything grows within one’s self. Outer circumstances do not matter, as they play no role in your reality. Whatever you desire, you require for, you must have. Live in imagination by being aware that your consciousness creates infinite realities and opportunities for you. Persist into the possibility that everything has to work out, because it is irrefutable evidence that it does. If the mind can imagine it, then it will be realized.

“[…]Knowing this law by which a man transforms himself, I assume that I am what I want to be and walk in the assumption that it is done. In becoming it, the old man dies and all that was related to that former concept of self dies with it. You cannot take any part of the old man into the new man. You must be a new being completely”.

IV. Final thoughts: words of advice

If you are still in the process of finding your purpose in life or are trying to get ahold of the principles of the Law, I suggest you read each and every quote very carefully and if any doubt arises in your mind, do not hesitate to send me your query. The Law of Assumption is real, it is the law of life. Any human being is capable of shaping it into a tool to achieve their highest potential and live in complete and utter serenity and peace, knowing everything is ought to work out in a favourable matter. Create, use the mind, it is malleable, it believes anything you tell it as it does not have any eyes to provide rebuttal.

Thank you for reading!

[pogues4lifeee]

𓊝 boat day - jj 𓊝

summary: you’re john b’s younger sister and are also best friends with the pogues, but you’ve always had a deeper relationship with jj. you want to confess your feelings to him but you’re not sure if he feels the same. 

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“hurry up y/n! everyone’s waiting for you downstairs!” I heard my brother, john b yell. “I just need to grab a couple things first!” I yelled back to john b. “you have 5 minutes or else we’re leaving without you!” he responded from downstairs.

 I quickly put on a ribbed tank top  and shorts over my white floral bikini and slipped on some sandals that were next to my bed. the pogues were having a boat day and you did not want to miss it since there was a storm the day before and the fishing would be amazing, even though you didn’t really like fishing. I grabbed my phone and sunglasses and ran down the stairs into the living room. 

“took you long enough!” my brother said when he finally saw I was downstairs. “shut up bird.” I responded, using mine and dad’s nickname for him. dad had died almost 5 months ago now, and I could tell john b was doing much better, which was good. he was a wreck for the first couple months and it was nice to see him returning to his normal self. “let’s roll!” said jj, and with that, we all headed out towards the boat. you met jj around the same time your brother did almost 10 years ago, when you were 6 and your brother was 8. what you didn’t want to admit to anyone was that you’ve had a crush on jj since you were in eighth grade, but you didn’t want to tell him, as he’s become a second brother to you at this point. the only people who know about it are kie and sarah. they keep trying to get you to just tell him, but you always refuse. john b and pope got on first, followed by kie and sarah. jj got on next. “welcome on board y/n” jj said, holding out his hand to help you on the boat. you took his hand and hopped on, and with that, you were off to the marsh.

☼

“no way!” you laugh at pope’s story about his scholarship interview. “anyone want another beer?” jj asked as he headed back to the cooler. “i’ll take one.” i replied. jj smirked as he took two beers out of the cooler. “here you go princess,” he said, handing me the bottle. i took it from his hand and took a sip. once he walked away, kie scooted closer and gave me a nudge. “he obviously likes you too y/n!” she whispers to you. “you need to tell him!” sarah whispered to you, sitting next to you on the other side. i was about to say no when i heard a splash. I looked over my shoulder to see it was jj. he had jumped in the water and started to swim around the boat. i looked at john b confused. “we dared him jump in and swim a couple laps so we could ask you what’s going on between the two of you.” he tells you with a small grin on his face. “what are you talking about JB?” I ask, acting as if nothing was going on. “come on y/n/n, we all know you have a crush on jj!” pope exclaimed. my cheeks turned red. i didn’t want jj to hear us. “ok, fine! i have a crush on jj!” i admit, slightly louder than i wanted to. “i knew it!!!” exclaimed pope. “for how long?!” jb asked excitedly. “since eighth grade…” i replied. “but please don’t tell jj, i don’t know how he will react. as far as he knows, i see him as my other brother and he sees me as his little sister.” “ok, fine y/n. we won’t tell him. promise.” jb said, smirking. 

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JJ pov:

“ok, fine! i have a crush on jj!” I overhear y/n say. jb and pope dared me to jump in the water and swim around to where y/n is. i didn’t know why until i heard them go up to her and ask her what’s up. i couldn’t believe my ears. i decided to keep listening. “for how long?!” john b asked y/n. “since eighth grade…” i heard her reply. i froze. no one knew, but he also has had a crush on y/n since he was a sophomore, the same year she started liking him. “but please don’t tell jj, i don’t know how he will react. as far as he knows, i see him as my other brother and he sees me as his little sister.” she continued. “ok, fine y/n. we won’t tell him. Promise.” jb said. i could hear the smirk in his voice. he had wanted me to hear this. he had wanted me to find out about y/n’s crush on me. i swam back around to where i dove off the boat, trying to be as quiet as possible so that y/n wouldn’t hear me. I got back up on the boat. “Whoo! That water was cold!” i said heading to the cooler to get another beer. i decided not to say anything until we got back to the chateau. for the time being, i would act like this is any normal pogue boating day.

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Y/N pov:

the rest of the day went like any other day on the hms pogue, except jb and pope kept looking at jj dependently, as if they were waiting for him to say something. i figured they wanted him to say if he liked me or not based on their ‘shocking’ discovery today. the sun was starting to set. “let’s head back to the chateau, it’s getting late.” i say, checking the time on my phone. “alright m’lady” jb says in an awful british accent, turning the boat around and driving back to our humble abode. once we docked, i headed to my room to change out of my bikini. I changed into one of my brother’s shirts and leggings. just then, i heard a knock on my bedroom door. i opened it to find jj standing in the doorway.

“hey can we talk?” he asked. i nodded and moved out of the doorway so that he could step inside. i shut the door behind him. “so what’s up?” i ask, confused as to why he wanted to talk when today was like any other day. “do you like me y/n?” he asked me. i start to reply. “of course i like you, you’re like a broth-” “no, y/n. do you… have a crush on me?” he interrupts. I stood there in shock for a second. how would he know? “jj, why would you think that?” i asked. “i overheard you and the pogues on the boat.” John b told me to stop where you were. i heard it all.” he said. shit. “yeah jayj, i do. i’ve liked you since eighth grade.” i admitted. “how come you never told me?” he asked me. “i guess i never told you because I knew you thought of me as a little sister, not as a girlfriend.” i replied. i could feel the tears start to form in my eyes.

 “i like you too y/n. since sophomore year, i’ve liked you. i love the way you take care of others, i love the way you can pull off any colour of clothing, the way you’re always the first one to answer any of the pogues calls, the way you’re the one who takes care of me after my dad gets to me, everything. i love you y/n.” jj gushed. i looked up at him, a tear escaping my eyes. “hey, why are you crying?” he asked, stepping closer to me. i reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and stood on my tiptoes to get as close to his height as possible, and kissed him. “i’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” i say after lifting my lips away from his. “me too.” he responds. we exchange one more kiss before we go downstairs holding hands. 

we enter the living room to see pizza and beer on the table, the pogues eating away. “what’s up guys, jb asks, putting a slice of pizza on his plate and looking up to see us holding hands and smiling at each other. it seems the other pogues realized at the same time he did. they all jumped off the couch and ran up to us. “fucking finally!” says kie, coming up to hug me. “let’s go dude!” says pope, giving jj a woogity woogity. jb runs over and picks me up into a hug. once the excitement had died down, me and jj went to get some pizza and watch the movie that the others had chosen. once i sat down with my pizza and beer, i saw pope and my brother give each other the official pogue handshake and smiled at each other. the dots immediately connected in my head. they told jj to stop swimming so he could hear me. clever bitches.

[drafthorsemath]

Tech Remembers

Written for Pheebruary!

Prompt: First Kisses

Warnings: Mention of Tech’s fall, but Tech lives! Includes CX-Tech, amnesia, and the beginnings of recovery. SFW. A continuation from my first Pheebruary prompt here.

Word Count: About 1,350

Phee held her breath as she watched the holovid from Tech’s goggles and Omega and Wrecker slowly fell from view. Only they weren’t falling. He was. Watching this scene was no easier on any of his family who, by this point, were gathered round and trying to get any and all information he left using the codes in Mel. No one needed to worry that the trail went cold once Hemlock found Tech’s goggles. Although his mind had been played with, CX-2 managed to remember Tech’s encrypted channel well enough to try to reach them even if it was for no discernable reason. It was a message sent while he was off on a mission for Hemlock; as if he was remembering that he needed to contact someone in his past but was on autopilot.

“Havoc 4. Do you read me?” was all he could say.

It sounded like Tech and yet not. He was distant.

“Disregard.”

Apparently, he didn’t remember enough to know why he was trying to contact Echo and at that point he probably didn’t even remember who Echo was. The brothers felt a punch to the gut thinking they’d unknowingly left their brother on Tantiss.

No new information existed on any of the hardware except for a recent time stamp on another message; this time only one standard rotation ago.

“Havoc 4, this is Havoc 2. I am…. We are….. nearing the forest moon of Endor. I am not sure where I should…..”

Again, it sounded like Tech, but distant. He sounded confused and agitated. He was clearly lost.

“Who is ‘we’?” Omega asked the group. She was only met by shrugs and Crosshair standing up.

“He’s alive,” Hunter answered.

“That’s all that matters,” Crosshair added; already headed for Phee’s ship and clearly determined to get his brother back.

They flew in silence with the hope that they could at least find a clue to his next steps, if not find Tech himself.

They landed near the coordinates from the comm message.  A pirate ship was left nearby; which Phee recognized. She had to laugh to herself a little as the group hid behind some trees. When she told him not to run off with pirates, she didn’t foresee that he’d actually do it. She rolled her eyes when a familiar voice started talking about profitability.

“You know them?” Echo asked.

“Hondo,” Phee replied. “He’s one of a kind.”

“Think they’ll give us any trouble?” Wrecker inquired while Crosshair stood on his shoulders for a boost to climb a tree and get a better view.

“Doubt it,” she answered. “He’s a big talker, so leave it to me.”

“There,” Crosshair whispered with a nod. He climbed back down with a smile, finally getting to see his brother. “Tech’s arguing with someone near the front of the ship.”

“What’s the plan?” Omega asked.

Hunter took a breath and looked from one person to another while forming his thoughts.

“From what we know, Tech doesn’t seem to remember much. Phee knows these guys so she should definitely approach, but I’m thinking maybe it’s best if only one of us goes with Phee, so we don’t overwhelm him and if backup is needed, the rest of us step in.”

“Right,” Omega replied. “So who should go with Phee?”

“Echo,” Phee answered.

“You sure?” he asked.

“He kept comm’ing Havoc 4,” Crosshair said. “He remembered that much.”

Everyone nodded. The two approached.

“Hondo Ohnaka,” Phee said, wasting no time and clearly announcing their entrance so as not to get shot sneaking.

“Phee! All the way out here,” he replied. “And what brings you this way? Hopefully you didn’t come this far for another one of your trinkets.”

“No,” she said.  “As a matter of fact, we’re here for him.”

She pointed at Tech who stood frozen.

“Ha... Havoc 4?” Tech ventured.

Echo nodded and smiled.

“Fantastic,” Tech said. “Goodbye Hondo.”

“Wait wait wait wait wait,” Hondo interjected, trying to get between the lost clone and his destination. “You promised me you would be my new pilot.”

“And I was,” Tech curtly replied. “Now I am not.”

Phee offered, “I thought you could fly anything, Hondo.”

“Of course I can! I may simply be expanding business and in need of some good men.”

“And have you paid this man for his time and skills?” Echo asked with a grin.

“Not exactly,” Hondo answered. “Not for this trip at any rate, but that is because we are not done.”

“You haven’t paid him and you still have the rest of your crew and a way to get home,” Phee surmised.

She couldn’t help noticing Tech staring at her almost helplessly and confused, but she stayed focused.

“Then you’re out nothing,” Echo added, taking a few steps toward Tech.

Echo put his hand on his shoulder. Tech nodded; the friendly touch grounding him. They both walked toward the Providence with Phee following and keeping an eye on Hondo.

“You can’t just walk away from me,” Hondo shouted.

“Bye Hondo!” Phee shouted back.

They walked as fast as they could and before long the ship was in sight.

“Everyone else is on the ship,” Echo told Tech as they got closer. “Hunter, Wrecker, Omega, and Crosshair.”

“Crosshair?” Tech asked.

“Yeah,” Echo replied. “Long story, but we’re all here.”

They walked onto the ship and Phee got into the pilot seat with Mel parked at her side. She would have her moment later. For now, they needed to get back to Pabu.

The family reunion was more than a little awkward.

“I don’t remember everything,” Tech admitted, “but I know your faces.”

Omega reached for Tech. She hugged his waist and he instinctively returned the hug.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say. He felt he had let her down.

“We missed you, Tech!” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and while Tech searched his memory, he knew he needed her to feel safe now. He squatted down and held her.

“Does Tech give hugs now?” Wrecker asked as quietly as he could, bumping Hunter with his elbow. The oldest brother shrugged and smiled.

The flight home was quiet, but filled with Tech putting pieces together using his old datapad and goggles. Crosshair had brought them along, hoping it would speed up his recovery process. He sat next to him and they discussed what Tech could remember about Hemlock and Tantiss. Between the chemicals Hemlock loved to use and the CX indoctrination, it was a wonder Tech was still mentally as okay as he was. Phee overheard the conversation and wiped tears away. Mel inquisitively beeped at her.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Phee replied to her trusty droid. “I’m glad he’s back.”

Once on Pabu, she landed the ship and the group discussed logistics. A routine would go a long way in helping Tech adjust.

“Why don’t you wander around the island with an expert?” Hunter suggested to him, nodding toward Phee.

“Very well.”

Tech watched a lurca hound run up to Crosshair and Omega and smiled to himself. He was certain that was new.

“We didn’t have one of those before, correct?” he asked Phee.

“Correct,” she answered with a smile.

They stood as Tech took in the scene around him, barely believing he was even there. He started walking next to Phee as she took him to familiar places. The Archium, the tree, the spot where they had their first dinner together just the two of them, and the balcony where she showed him Pabu’s sunset for the first time.

“I’m remembering more,” Tech said quietly. “It will take time. Not recalling what I know to be basic facts is incredibly frustrating.”

“I know,” she replied. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

He turned to her and looked into her eyes as the sun began to set.

She paused and cautiously asked, “Do you remember me, Tech?”

He tentatively reached for her hand and said, “I remember that I love you.”

She held his hand up and kissed his wrist, eyes fixed on his. Her heart burst as Tech tenderly leaned in and kissed her lips for the first time and only pulled away to say, “Phee.”

[bigbrotherboyf]

All of your big brother’s friends have agreed to help him teach you a lesson after you told him you fucked someone else for the first time. “I have something waiting for you in my room” he says, and you don’t worry because big bro would never hurt you. 

You open the door and see all his friends sitting around, 8 or 9 of them, and you grab your big brother’s hand, “hi” you say. Big bro pulls your hand into the room, forcing you to go on in front of him, “come on, you’ve met them before, don’t be shy”. Of course you obey him, because you’re a good little brother. There’s no space for you to sit, except one, but it doesn’t matter because you’re quickly distracted by the sudden sound of everybody unbuckling their belts. You look at your brother who’s locking the door behind him. “You want to fuck everyone else so bad, so I thought I’d help you out” he says as he sits down at the one remaining seat which is by his desk.

His friends have all pulled their cocks out, and you can’t help but look. “Wh- what is this?” you ask nervously. “Start at the beginning and make your way down, but you’re only allowed a couple of bounces on each” he replies, unzipping his trousers but leaving his hard dick in his underwear. “No- No, I can’t” you stutter, covering your eyes with your hands, feeling your throat tighten and ache, you can’t cry now. “It’s okay, don’t be scared, you want this, remember?” your brother whispers, he’s beside you now, one hand at the back of your neck. With your eyes still covered he leads you over to his friend, “look�� says your big brother, squeezing the back of your neck. You move your hands and what catches your eyes is his friend’s hard, pulsating cock. The hand on your neck is gone, and with one swift movement you feel your trousers being pulled down, “you can’t get out of this, just do as I say, little bro”.  You’re shocked by the sudden exposure, but you also notice how hard and soaked you are. As you finally release the built up tears, you realize there is no way out. Embarassed and teary eyed, you slowly pull down your wet underwear, dropping it down to your feet, ready to take the first cock. “Only a few bounces on each” he repeats, “I don’t want you to cum on them”. You nod and turn around to present your hole to his friend, and his much bigger hands, which are now holding your waist, lead you down on his dick. His head pushes on your hole, you feel it stretch and hurt, and before you know it you’ve swallowed him. Moans come from behind you, and you try your best to sob quietly while your big brother’s friends have their way with you. You bounce once or thrice on his cock, and move on to the next one, each one making you harder and more needy. It gets increasingly difficult to stop bouncing, it feels so good to be filled and you need to cum after the first two cocks, but in fear of dissapointing, you try your best not to. Your head is all fuzzy now, drunk from cock, and the final one slides in with ease. He slams you down, once and then twice. You’re done, you’ve had all his friends inside you. Looking around, you notice that everyone has been jerking off while you’ve been thrown around. The thought almost makes you cum. “Well done” your brother praises, “And you didn’t even cum, I thought you would”. Feeling light headed and used, you make your way over to your brother, needing somewhere to sit down. “Come here”, he takes you into his arms to sit you on his lap. He grabs your face, and forces you to look into the room, “none of them have cum yet”. The only sound you’re able to produce is a whimper, which makes your big brother’s cock twitch. You feel it poking at your naked skin. “Tell me what big bro does when he needs to get off and you’re not there” he demands, still holding your face. You whimper again, unable to form thoughts or words. “He watches something, right?” he says. As you realize what is about to happen, you get pushed off his lap.  You’ve taken your big brother many times, but this is different. All his friends are watching, waiting to cum to you getting fucked. Your big brother grabs your hips and forces your ass towards his cock. You’re wet and leaking and rock hard, all you want to do is cum all over your brother. As you drool and whine he rubs his head on you before pushing himself in with one hard thrust, “you’re gonna learn really quickly that your brother’s cock is the only one you need”. He lifts you a little off the floor as he fucks your used hole. They all moan and groan and stroke their cocks to the scene in front of them. Your head was fuzzy before, but you’re completely gone now, all you feel is the pulsating dick going in and out of you. You cum over and over, squeezing his cock, making him fuck you harder. “Fuck- I’m gonna- fuck”, each thrust gets slower and slower, and suddently you’re not only filled with dick, but also thick, warm cum. All his friends groan and cum all over as your brother pulls out and shows them his work. 

[little-glitter-kitten]

I Think The Apple's Rotten Right To The Core Pt. 1

Prologue: As your brother, Caleb always took great pride in the fact that he was always the first to notice the little things when it came to you. When you were hurt, when you were sick, when you were lying or keeping a secret. What will Caleb do when he notices just how much his precious little adopted sister has grown? Can he fight the filthy, rotten feelings threatening to ruin all he holds dear?

(Caleb x Reader, no use of 'Y/N, AFAB reader, size difference.)

TW: Pseudo-incest, dub-con, possessive Caleb, Obsessed Caleb, Yandere Caleb.

YOUR POV:

You beamed at your Grandmother as she recounted her latest adventures in knitting. Any other 22 year old would have zoned out by now, but you were feeling nostalgic. It had been twelve long, gruelling months since you had been back here in your childhood home, and you were more than happy to soak up what little time you had with the ones you cared about.

The past year, you had been thrown yourself head first into your Hunters exams, much to the detriment of your mental health, so being back home was the soothing balm your soul didn't realise it had needed. You giggled as Grandma began laughing, recounting some silly mistake she had made in her latest knitting escapade that had delayed the finished product by nearly two hours. Wrapping your hands around the warm mug of tea, you inhaled its comforting aroma as your eyes scanned the photographs and knick knacks that lined the walls. You smiled to yourself, content in the fact that nothing had changed. You were home. The only thing missing was...

"Caleb!" Grandma exclaimed, rising from the chair as fast as her aching joints allowed her to.

"Grandma, be careful." He laughed, his deep voice edged with concern as he ran to the older woman's aid, helping to her rise from her chair.

"Oh, stop your fussing, Caleb."  She smiled fondly, embracing the tall man in tender hug. "I can take care of myself."

Smiling at the antics of your two loved ones, you quietly got up and shut the door your brother had left open in his rush to help your Grandmother.

"Still know how to make an entrance, I see." You teased, walking back to the kitchen table where Caleb and Grandma were standing, his arm still wrapped protectively around the older womans shoulders.

"Still jealous that I'm quite clearly the favourite, I see." He shot back with a warm smile. Lifting his eyes from the elderly lady under his arm to you, his smile faltered for a split second before the cheesy grin was back on his face. "Come here." He smiled, lifting his other arm out to you.

Smiling back, you walked over, slotting yourself under his proffered arm, feeling quite small against the 6'2" man.

"Did you finally get that growth spurt we thought you missed out on, pipsqueak?" He smirked, poking your ribs. "You almost come up to my shoulders now."

Scoffing, you push yourself out of his grasp.

"Caleb, you still can't help yourself, can you?" Your Grandmother sighed fondly as she shuffled back to her seat at the table. "I would think you'd have outgrown your childish need to torment your poor sister."

Looking back at Caleb, you can't fight the urge to poke your tongue out at him after hearing your Grandmother come to your defence.

Caleb stood there, smirking at your petty antics, his eyes scanning you down and then up again. "She looks big enough and ugly enough to defend herself now, Grandma." He scoffed. "Still need dear old Granny to protect you, pipsqueak?" He mocked.

"You'll be the one who needs protecting soon if you don't shut up." You shot back.

"She's right, Caleb." Your Grandma smiled proudly from her chair. "You are looking at a fully qualified Hunter."

"In that case, I better behave." He raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. "I'm going to go up to my room to put this bag away."

"Oh, Darling, that reminds me..." Your Grandma said, looking at you. "Your bag is still by the front door. Go pop it up in your room."

You looked at Caleb expectantly and he shook his head. "Like I said, 'Miss Hunter', you're big enough now, go do it yourself.

Giving an exaggerated sigh, your trudge over to where you had dumped your bag and slung it over your shoulder, following Caleb up the stairs. Caleb turning left and the top of the stairs to put his bag in his room, you followed the hallway to the door on the left at the end.

Opening the door, you sighed contentedly. The room was still exactly how you left it, right down to the plushies and tchotchkes. Placing your bag on the bed, you flopped back and stared at the photographs you'd hung on your ceiling from various periods in your life.

"Feeling nostalgic?" A deep voice rumbled from the doorway. Lifting your head, you notice Caleb leaning against the door frame.

Flopping back down, you continue your perusal of the memories.

The sound of boots, muffled by carpet make their way over to you before your almost bounced off the bed. Looking over, you see Caleb laying next to you, scanning through the photos on the ceiling.

"Remember that day?" He smiles, pointing at a photograph of a sullen 8 year old boy in fairy wings and cowboy boots.

"I still can't believe you let me dress you up." You giggle. "My fashion sense was horrid."

He dropped his hand to his chest, looked at you and gave a small smile. "Looks like it's improved now, though."

You scoff at his attempt at a compliment and go to smack his chest. You're caught off guard when his large hand, wraps around yours, gently but firmly. He looks at your joined hands with a small smile.

"Seriously though." Caleb told her "I am really proud of you."

"Not your annoying little sister anymore, huh?" You giggle.

"Yeah, I've noticed." He muttered before clearing his throat and standing abruptly. "Come on, before Grandma starts looking for us." He smiles and offers his hand.

[jumpingjoltiks]

Um hiii!! Could I request an x reader for ingo and emmet (seperately) with a reader who is autistic but like. REALLY masks? Like a level of masking where the boys don't even know that they're autistic at first, and they're VERY different when they aren't out in public/don't feel the need to mask. I love ur writing btw >_<!!!

AAAA Thank you smmm! I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed my work! <3 <3 <3

I’ve already written a little bit about the twins being autistic already, so I’m happy to get to finally write some x reader stuff to go with it!

Biiiiig mood. I've spent most of my life masking, so I think a lot of this will probably come from my own experiences. I ended up making this a few different sections instead of just one, all coming out of different ideas I had. :)

The twins with someone who is also autistic, but masks heavily

Ingo Gets It. He understands the fear and the pressure to fit in. Emmet doesn’t, but he tries his best to respect your decision (though, secretly, he wishes you’d be more yourself. Both boys love when you’re being the most authentic version of you, but Emmet really wants to see it all the time).

Being actually comfortable around them takes a while (as it would with anyone) – its hard work to decondition yourself like that, to convince yourself you’re really, genuinely safe being yourself – but the twins’ (especially Emmet’s) refusal to mask is enormously helpful in this regard. Their unabashed devotion to being exactly who they are is inspiring.

Emmet devotedly listens to your infodumping, especially if it’s something he’s also interested in. Ingo is thrilled to find someone else who will listen to him too. Late in the evening, when Ingo is cooking and you’re all three in the kitchen together, you all talk like no one has ever looked at you strangely before – open and honest and genuinely excited just to share knowledge and enjoy this moment together.

There’s a certain amount of bluntness between you three, but none of you really mind. If hurtful words are ever said, you can be sure that they weren’t really meant to be cruel. You can always talk things out. Emmet, in particular, has trouble with his straightforward attitude, and sometimes says things that come out wrong – do you as well? He knows how hard it can be to find the right way to say things.

And if you don’t feel like spending time together right now, the twins understand that too. There have been plenty of days when one or the other will come home and lock themselves in their room for a while, just to cool down. If you should come home from your job or a grocery run and need some time, they’ll handle the rest.

Decompression

Would it surprise you to know that it’s Emmet who catches on first? There’s a good reason for that! He’s had a lifetime of keeping an eye on his brother, who also used to heavily mask.

Your own tells are different then Ingo’s, to be sure, but they’re there regardless.

After a tough day, you’re taking the subway home. He notices that your posture and gait are different & your expression is stiffer. You’re clinging to your sense of self-control.

He’s got things he needs to attend to, but you’re a dear friend… your wellbeing comes first, he decides. Emmet doesn’t hesitate to fall into step next to you as you traverse through the station.

“Good afternoon! Are you doing alright?”

You know he’s not one for small talk… so what is he doing? The flash of a puzzled look crosses your face before you smile up at him. It’s humiliating, but you can’t seem to summon up words right now. This will have to do.

Emmet knows smiles. Yours is tight and strained, not at all like your usual smile. And you haven’t answered. He doesn’t like this at all. All signs are pointing to a systems crash.

“Your engine is overheated. I can tell. Do you need a place to step aside for maintenance? My office isn’t far.”

You stare at him blankly, trying to parse exactly what kind of metaphor he’s making.

But you’re too overstimulated and tired to put too much thought into it. Eventually, you sigh and nod. He leads you through the crowd with swinging arms and legs, and people part before him.

The office is an open space that is fastidiously tidy. A sofa is tucked against one wall, opposite is a set of shelves with all kinds of books and files neatly arranged. A pair of matching desks are stationed toward the back of the room. You’ve never been in here, but somehow you instinctively know that this is a safe place for you.

“I have a mini fridge. You are welcome to any of the snacks and cold waters I have. There are also noise cancelling headphones if you want. I know that Gear Station can be verrrrry noisy when overstimulated.”

You think that’s the longest stretch of words you’ve ever heard Emmet say, and you can only stare up at him wordlessly in response. You didn’t realize he had you figured out. Shame threatens to creep in, but then he smiles as he holds out a bottle of ice water to you. He smiles like he knows. There isn’t a single trace of pity or belittlement in it, only understanding.

You take the bottle of water with a small, genuine smile of your own. It’s the first one you’ve had all day.

When you sit down on the couch, Emmet takes off his coat and places it over your shoulders. It’s pretty big on you… but it’s also really heavy. You hadn’t realized it was weighted this whole time. The pressure feels nice, and you bury yourself into it. Emmet seems pleased, like he knew this would happen.

“I am going to do some paperwork at my desk. Would you like the lights off?”

You nod wordlessly and he flicks the light switch off in response. The only light in the room is the warm glow of a desk lamp, focused down onto his work station and away from you. Even the faint hum of electricity that would usually come out of a lamp like that is silent, which is an enormous relief.

The only sound for the next hour is Emmet’s pen near silently sweeping across the pages of his work. You stay quiet and buried under his coat, eyes closed and dozing somewhere between sleeping and waking. You feel safe.

After what feels like an age, you shift from under the coat and re-emerge, feeling much better. Emmet’s eyes flick up to you.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks. His voice is quiet.

“Yes.” You answer, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off. “Do not apologize. Ingo and I have spent many afternoons doing the same. I’m just glad I was there to offer help.”

From that point on, things are… different between you and the twins. Emmet must have told his brother about what happened, because Ingo is more open around you.

You’ve been friends for a long time, but something seems to have unlocked now. The three of you quickly catch like a struck match.

Parallel Play

You spend a lot of time over at their place, and they at yours. Expect Ingo to politely ask if he or Emmet or both can come spend time with you.

This worried you at first, when you were still friends and not yet dating, but the twins don’t actually want your attention, per say. They just want to be in the same room as you while they do their own thing. Not having to “host” takes so much pressure off of you that you wonder why anyone entertains any other way.

Ingo will be reading, curled up in one of your chairs or on a couch, so still you’d think he was asleep if not for the intermittent turn of a page. Emmet is reviewing battle plans and notes, spread out across your table, one leg bouncing. Occasionally, he gets up to pace and mutter to himself, not looking at either you or his brother. You’re working on one of your hobbies in the living room. Not one of you bothers the others. It’s… peaceful. And nice, just having them unobtrusively nearby.

Do you stim? They have a cache of puzzle-y, twisty toys and clickers in a drawer. You’re more than welcome to them, or to anything else you need.

Eventually, if you’d like, you can curl up with Ingo underneath the weighted blanket he’s got spread across his lap. He’ll swing an arm around you without looking up from his book, and you listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing as you nod off.

Or Emmet might come over to you and quietly offer you a warm mug of hot chocolate. The two of you sit back-to-back in silence, sipping your drinks and working on your respective projects.

How nice it is, you think, to spend time with those who understand.

[sturniolohohoho]

In Frame, In Fame, In Fate Part 1 - Roller Rink

summary: nick, a complete stranger, walks up to you out of nowhere, pretending you're his friend to escape crazy fans. You become friends and you end up hanging out with the triplets at a roller rink, where you meet matt sturniolo... <3

c/w: Flirting, hand-holding, cursing, teasing, falling

requested by @mattsslvtzx

dividers by @anitalenia here

proofread by @lailasnight (tyssmmm!! <3)

word count: 1579

Nick stood in the chip aisle, holding a sour cream and onion pringles can, awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact with the group of giggling teenagers who had been following him around the mall and grocery store, despite having already taken pictures with him. 

He wanted desperately to go home, but bringing a group of crazy fans straight to his address was the worst course of action. 

Suddenly, he spots you in the next aisle over. You had wavy midlength blue hair, a bunch of piercings, and rollerblades slung over your shoulder. Exactly the kind of girl Nick would love to be friends with anyway. He decides to just go for it, really wanting to escape the fans and head back home.

“Hey girl, I haven’t seen you in forever! How are you??” you look up, startled at first. He sends you a pleading look, eyes darting over at the ogling fans not too far away. You immediately catch on, smirking. 

“Oh my god hey…” “Nick,” he whispers. “Hey Nick, it's been so long!”

Nick lets out a relieved breath, shifting his weight as he steps closer to you, playing into the act. “Yeah, seriously! What’s it been, like… a year?”

You raise a brow, amused at his lack of commitment to the lie. “More like two,” you correct smoothly, tilting your head. “How’s your mom doing?”

Nick blinks, caught off guard. “Uh—great! Yeah, she’s, uh, doing really well.” He scratches the back of his neck, eyes flickering to the group of fans still watching from the end of the aisle. “Actually, I was just about to grab something for dinner. You wanna walk with me?”

You glance over at the fans and then back at Nick, your smirk widening. “Sure thing, old buddy. Let’s catch up.”

Looping your arm through his like you’ve done it a thousand times before, you tug him down the aisle, grabbing a random bag of chips off the shelf as you go. “So,” you say loudly, for the fans to hear. “Are we still on for that thing this weekend?”

Nick stares at you blankly for a second before quickly nodding. “Oh, totally. Wouldn’t miss it.”

You grin. “Great. You still vegan?”

Nick makes a face. “Never was.”

“Well, you are now.” You toss a bag of plant-based nuggets into his cart, and he snorts, finally relaxing a little.

The two of you continue strolling through the store, casually tossing items into his cart and making up ridiculous stories about your “long-lost friendship.” You can feel the fans watching, whispering amongst themselves, but they don’t approach, eventually seeming to leave.

As you reach the checkout, Nick leans in and mutters, “You’re a lifesaver.”

You shrug. “I know.”

Nick laughs, then tilts his head. “You should come hang sometime. My brothers would think you’re hilarious.”

You smirk. “I do make a great first impression.”

Nick snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you sometime soon,” he says. “Yeah, see you soon!”

And that was not the last time you'd hang out with him.

The second you step into the roller rink, you know exactly how this night was going to go. Nick had texted you a couple days after you met him, asking if you wanted to hang somewhere– you suggested the roller rink.

Nick drags behind the group, already making it clear he has no intention of actually skating. Chris is eyeing the rental counter like he's debating whether or not to commit to the chaos. And Matt? Matt is standing there with his arms crossed, trying way too hard to look confident.

“Are you sure you know how to skate?” you ask, smirking as you sling your rollerblades over your shoulder.

“Sure I do,” he says looking confident. “I used to roller blade when I was a kid.”

Nick laughed, “Yeah, that’s why you were watching tutorials in the car?”

Chris loses it. “Dude, no way.”

Matt glares. “I was refreshing my skills.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Right. Well, let’s see what you’ve got, pro.” You drop onto one of the benches, lacing up your skates with practiced ease. “Unless you’re scared?”

You give him a wink, skating out onto the rink with practiced ease, picking up speed slowly as you roll around the rink. Matt and Chris tie up their shoes, joining you on the rink, unsteadily. 

Nick sits right on the edge pulling his camera out “Just to be clear, I’m not skating, just here for the entertainment and content."

“Hey you don’t mind if I film, right.” You look back at Nick, “Yeah, no problem.”

Chris skates over to you, surprisingly smoothly. Matt tries skating out onto the rink after him, immediately wobbling. You bite your lip, trying not to laugh as he moves unsteadily. 

“You good?” “Yeah,” he says quickly, trying to regain his balance. He takes a step forward. The second his weight shifts, his ankle gives out, and he flails wildly before catching himself on the back of the bench.

Nick cackles in the back, filming with his phone “HAHA! This was so worth coming for!”

Chris skates past, grinning. “You looked so confident five minutes ago, what happened?”

Matt glares at both of them before looking back at you. “Maybe I just need a—” he hesitates for half a second, then smirks, “—better teacher.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? You need me to hold your hand, Matt?”

Matt shrugs, playing it cool. “If you insist.”

Nick chokes on a laugh. Chris skates past again and mutters, “Smooth.”

You shake your head but extend a hand anyway. “Alright, Matthew. Let’s see if you can stay on your feet.”

Matt takes your hand, and the second you pull him forward, he stumbles—right into you. His hands grip your arms, steadying himself, and when he looks up, there’s just the tiniest hint of pink on his face.

He blushes, letting go and standing himself up unsteadily. “Okay, just watch what I do,” you say, showing him how to push off each roller skate. He tries copying you, but stumbles again, as you steady him by grabbing his hand.

You don’t let go, slowly guiding him forward until you are both moving at a slow and steady pace. 

Matt stays quiet as you guide him, his grip on your hand firm. He’s trying so hard to act like he’s totally got this under control, but every time his balance wobbles, his fingers tighten around yours just a little.

Chris skates past, grinning. “Aww, look at you two. Adorable.”

Matt glares. “Shut up.”

Nick, still planted safely on the sidelines, smirks. “Nah, I’m enjoying this too much.”

“There you go,” you say, grinning. “Baby steps.”

Matt glares half-heartedly. “Don’t patronize me.”

Nick, watching from the sidelines, taking pictures. “I hope you know I’m never letting you live this down.”

Matt lets go of your hand, a little more confident. “Okay I think I’ve got this.” Just as he says the words, his legs slide out from under him and his arms flailing around, bringing you down with him.

There’s a brief moment of weightlessness before you both go down, limbs tangled, skidding across the rink floor in a mess of laughter and groans.

Chris howls with laughter. Nick finally puts his phone down, covering his mouth to muffle his snickering.

Matt groans, sprawled half on top of you. “Sorry… are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m good,” you say giggling. “I hate this stupid sport,” he mutters.

He got up, face completely red. “Ugh can we go get Mcdonalds or something? I’m done with this.”

Chris skates to the edge of the rink, getting ready to pack up. “Okay, let's go,” says Nick following Chris out of the rink.

You and Matt are left in the rink, slowly making your way to the edge. 

“Um, thanks for trying to teach me by the way.” You give him a sweet smile. “No problem”

As you step off the rink, Matt’s grip on your hand lingers, just a second too long. His fingers brush against yours before he finally lets go, almost reluctantly.

“You sure you weren’t holding my hand for other reasons?” you tease, tilting your head with a smirk.

Matt huffs a quiet laugh, looking away for a moment before glancing back at you. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Your smirk widens. “Oh, I would.”

He exhales, shaking his head with a small smile. “I swear I’m not usually this bad at skating.”

You grin. “I don’t know, you seemed pretty natural at falling.”

He groans, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. So that’s what I’m gonna be remembered for.”

You nudge his arm. “Could be worse.”

Matt watches you for a beat, like he’s debating saying something else, but instead, he just smirks. “Guess I’ll have to give you something better to remember me by next time.”

Your brows lift. “What?”

His smirk twitches, almost sheepish now. “Next time. Y’know. If you’re up for it.”

You pretend to consider it, then grin. “Only if you promise to stop falling on me next time.”

Matt laughs, nudging your shoulder. “No promises.”

And as you both head toward the rental counter, you get the feeling you wouldn’t want him to.

“HURRY UP, LOVEBIRDS!” Chris yells from the other room, making exaggerated kissing noises.

Matt rolls his eyes, his face a little red, and calls back, “SHUT UP, CHRIS, YOU’RE AN IDIOT.”

a/n: well well welll thats the end of part 1!!! the fake instagram post took me WAY too long so i hope this does well.

also thank you @mattsslvtzx for this amazing request i would've never though of the idea