#i love having two timelines in my head. one where he stays as two brains and the other where he de-fuses with squeaky

[nomoretumbler]

this happens 3 times a week btw (he never looks into it later).

[quietwingsinthesky]

everything about the Uriel & Castiel confrontation scene is also designed specifically to murder me

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, and frequently, ran doesn’t think too much.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is like the “backstory” for the ring. MAYBE i’ll turn it into a multiple part. i also put it in the timeline where everyone is happy because i really love everyone being friends. wrote it because rays’s version destroyed me !!!!!!!!!!!

he spins the ring on his finger. he slides it off. he looks at it. he lets it hang from his neck, on the chain. he sighs.

“now what the hell is up with you?” barging in, ran asks. “who shat in your cereal every morning for the past two weeks?” he says, opening the kitchen cupboard to take — funny enough — some cereal out.

“i’m not in the mood, ran.” his younger brother spits back, head falling against the wooden table.

“hey now, there’s something really wrong with you if you’re acting like .. this.” pointing at him, he sits down, fat bowl of cereal clashing against the dark block, spilling some milk onto it. “now, spill.” with mouth full, he tries to choke out the words, spoon in his brothers face the moment he gulps down the first mouthful.

“you’re gross sometimes.” rindou just sighs, looking away.

“what’s with the ring?” ignoring the insult, the lanky haitani just continues his questioning. “by the way, the blue doesn’t look that bad on you.”

“it’s mine, and i got a matching one for y/n.” the other explains, “thanks, by the way. it was her idea to dye it like this.”

“you wanna propose to her?” his older brother asks, chewing loudly. “y’know we’re still just teenagers?”

“no shit, big head.” rolling his eyes, rindou feels the exasperation dig its roots deeper into his brain. “i’m not proposing. yet. but i don’t know if i should give it to her.” he finally says, letting ran in on his worries.

“and why not? what’s that? cartier, right?”

“no brand can escape your gaze, you’re really unbelievable.”

“thanks, bro, love you too.” as he swallows his last spoonful, ran winks.

“not in a good way.” the younger sibling announces, earning a displeased look from his brother.

“now you’re the annoying one. fuck’s going with you two?” ran finally snaps, trying not look worried. after all, he loves his brother, but they don’t do that kind of talking.

“she’s leaving next week” rindou finally manages to choke out.

“what? what do you mean?” his brother asks, taken aback by the sudden information.

“her student visa’s expired. she’s gotta go back home until gets it renewed.”

it pains him to even think about it. he hasn’t eaten in almost fourteen days, ever since he found out. but what pains him even more is how excited you are about going back home. about going away from him.

he thinks it’s selfish, because he knows how much you’ve missed your parents and how much you’ve waited for a holiday that’s long enough to return.

“if the flights take four days in total and i want to stay for two weeks, then i’d rather not go anymore.” you always said. “i want to spend as much time as possible, without having to rush anything, y’know?

but maybe sometimes love is all about being selfish, loving someone with your whole heart. maybe he wants to never let you leave without him. maybe he can’t let you leave without him because he can’t stand not being an 8 minute subway ride away from you.

“don’t tell me you got some of those control issues, the pretty tiktok girls say they’re not cute at all…” ran comments, dodging an uppercut by a mere second.

“can you take me seriously for once? i think she wants to break up with me, she called me over today saying we have to talk.” rin frowns, blond-blue bangs covering his tired eyes. “i shouldn’t have believed that tiktok reading that said good news are coming my way.”

“you’re so fucking dumb, lord have mercy.”

“excuse me, ran?”

“you’re excused. let’s get this straight: does it really matter to you wether she’s oceans away or in meguro? what do you think she’s gonna do, break up with you only to return in three months and see you everywhere? do you really think y/n’s that kind of girlfriend? throw away three years BECAUSE OF A VISA?! fuck outta here with that insecure crap, rin. i raised you better than that.”

on the inside, ran smiles. oh, how he loves knocking sense into his younger brother. truly the best activity.

“now go and talk to her.”

rindou hesitates.

“i won’t say it nicely the second time around.” the older one threatens, and rindou jolts up from his chair and bolts through the door, house slippers still on, door wide open. before ran can say anything else, rindou’s voice echoes from the staircase into the kitchen:

“i’ll buy a new pair when i get back, don’t start bitching, please! i’ve got a girl i have to convince not to break up with me!”

his older brother laughs as he pulls out his phone.

sister in law

(16:22) he’s on his way.

then, a ping fills the empty space.

sister in law

(16:23) already talked to mikey. everything’s going great.

(16:23) love you, big head

(16:23)🫰

maybe ran’s not gonna tell you the reason rindou is running like a maniac through minato ward right now.

ugh, is his head really that big?

tagging: @h4nman BECAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY😡😡😡 ; @sirachano0dles <3 i might start a taglist if i make this into a multiple part fic?!?

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark

💙 Stunted, Starving Juvenility

by TomatenMark (@tomatenmark5)

E, WIP, 686k, Wangxian

Summary: At sixteen Wei Wuxian is—through some strange twist of fate, or a nick in the layer between parallel universes, who knows—out of the blue confronted with that one incense burner dream one night. While his curious mind is left unable to stop poking at this new perspective on Lan Wangji, circumstances in the Cloud Recesses begin to change and Wei Wuxian is suddenly presented with life-altering opportunities. Maybe Gusu isn’t so bad after all? (Or alternatively: The fic where I get to give Wei Wuxian the academic scholarship he deserves while simultaneously getting him hitched early on.) Kay's comments: Honestly, if you haven't heard of this fic yet, then you've probably lived under a rock this past year, haven't you? It's definitely The Fic™ and has been for a while now and it's already been recommended a few times by followers already, but I need to give it a personal shout-out as well, because I adore this story. It's living rent-free in my brain and despite already having more than 600k words, I re-read it like every other month and never get tired of it. One of the highlights is definitely TomatenMark's incredible attention to detail. Something will get mentioned once in chapter five and ten chapters later it'll suddenly be a major plot point. I also really adore the numerous characters TomatenMark has added to the story, they are all working so beautifully in the story and I find myself caring for them very much! As for the plot, it's basically a Cloud Recesses canon-divergence where WangXian get together and get married during the lectures and it kickstarts a canon-divergence that looks much better than the original timeline while also staying true to the characters and not sugarcoating things. If you haven't already, you should definitely check this story out! Excerpt: “I regard Lan Zhan highly,” he tried to reassure and Lan Xichen interestedly hummed, prompting him to add, “If I ever make him unhappy in some way I’d be the first to beat myself up over it.” Lan Xichen nodded and twinkled at him but Wei Wuxian didn’t dare to relax. “You seem to be quite dedicated,” the other noted. “And Wangji seems to return the sentiment given how he returned without any protection from the storm when I was quite sure I had seen him leave with his coat that afternoon.” “Ah. Er, yeah, Lan Zhan was so kind as to lend it to me when it started to rain,” Wei Wuxian explained, feeling on edge from the other’s roundabout way of hinting at something Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure he was even knowingly hinting at. “However, I have noticed that your neck was quite bruised when you returned, Wei-gongzi,” Lan Xichen went on. Wei Wuxian’s head snapped up from where he had held it politely lowered before. Lan Xichen’s eyes were overflowing with mirth. He definitely knew what he was hinting at!! “I hope you two didn’t get into a fight?” the Lan sect heir innocently mused and Wei Wuxian felt his resolve break. “Zewu-jun, please don’t torture me like this,” he begged.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, sunshot campaign, getting together, falling in love, first time, first kiss, developing relationship, period-typical homophobia, kink exploration, fluff and angst, cultivation sect politics, genius wei wuxian, inventor wei wuxian, marriage, minor character death, scheming nie huaisang, burning of the cloud recesses, wei wuxian has a family, bad parent jiang fengmian, top lan wangji, bottom wei wuxian

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[rain-lavender-rain]

Stay

Warnings: None. Use of Y/N, described as female character. No proofed/beta-read.

Word Count: 740

For background: As far as what was in my brain with the timeline of all this, the story happens after Civil War, but after Bucky comes out of cryo, but its before Infinity War... in my brain, there's a period where he is hiding outside of Wakanda for a bit.

She sat, drinking a warm cup of coffee while waiting for Bucky to return from the market. Y/N offered to go this morning, but the man insisted she stay in the comfort of the bed. This living space was one of the nicer ones, equipped with a sizable bed that was warm, and a blanket that wasn't thin. The two had stayed in it since the being on the run from the government, after she helped Steve get Bucky to Wakanda.

After hiding for a while, Bucky and Y/N had decided to split with Steve and Natasha for a more quiet, lowkey, (but still in hiding) lifestyle for a time. The two had enjoyed every moment of peace. Their hearts inevitably, became closer too; pulled together like a boat on the waves, washed upon the shore.

Looking out the window at the quiet street, Y/N reminisced on a conversation had a few months ago.

"We could go anywhere. Maybe a small village, but close enough to a station where we could go if needed," he suggested.

"Yeah, but it has to be large enough where people won't question why we are there, or get overly suspicious ..." she schemed.

"And it needs to have a market, but I'd rather not go back to Romania. Europe is fine though, preferable actually." He replied.

She smiled at that one, looking at a map displayed splayed out on the wooden table as her eyes studied the landscape.

"How about Germany? Staufen, Germany?" Y/N said, with an excited grin. Bucky matched her grin with a glint of adoration in his eyes...

(End of flashback)

Watching the quiet street, and warming her hands around the mug she was holding, Y/N's heart dropped. Bucky was walking quickly towards their apartment, but his demeanor was carved with panic, maybe a sort of desperation, an acceptance almost. As she set down her mug, the man came barreling through through the door, headed straight for the cabinet under the sink.

"Bucky? What's going on?" She asked frantically.

"I'm being followed. I should have enough time. Threw them off my trail so they won't follow you here. You'll be safe. I already called Steve and asked him to pick you up." This was all said as he grabbed a backpack under the sink, as well as a gun hidden above the cabinets.

"Hold on, hold on. Who's following you- where are you going'"

"I think its Hydra okay? Steve will come get you. You'll be fine-" He tried to reason.

"No! NO! You don't get to just walk out the door- after everything we've been through together, you can't just leave-"

Bucky looked at her, his heart clenching, impulse traveling through his blood. One look at her was all it took for him to break just a little.

"Please don't make this harder than it already is. Please-" Desperation and brokenness from his mouth shifted the tide.

"I love you." She cut in, right after Bucky had grabbed the door handle.

That stopped him dead on his feet, his face to the ground. Every possible emotion capsized his original plan. Anguish, pain, guilt... disbelief at her confession.

She walked towards him, setting a hand on his shoulder. "James-"

Y/N was cut off by his lips against her own, where flowers bloomed upon the ground as the two met in loves embrace. It was over all too soon.

"That's why I have to leave- I can't let you get hurt." Bucky said, his eyes closed. He didn't want to see the tears he knew would be in Y/N's eyes.

"You're hurting me more than anyone ever could by leaving." That statement made him stop again, instead of walking out the door like his plan was half a second before.

"Ask me to come. Ask me to stay with you. If we can't stay here, I'll follow you. I'll stay with you anywhere."

His breaths came out in short waves, fighting a battle to keep her safe, but following his own selfish ambitions for love, and to give into her requests. Bucky would fold a thousand times over for the person who knew how he liked his coffee, and would try to make a plum pie on his birthday, who held him on his darkest nights, and ultimately, held his heart too.

Pulling the other backpack off the coat hanger by the door, Bucky took a moment, eyes shutting before the blue's sparkled with spoken love.

"Stay. Stay with me."

[ab4eva]

‘Tomorrow Will Be Too Late’

Part 2

Summary: Elvis Presley x Reader / For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved two things - Elvis Presley and time travel. After seeing the 1968 Comeback Special for the first time, you decide to try and get back to him for one incredible night, by any means necessary.

Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. Language, sex (good ol fashioned p in v).

Word count: 3886

TWBTL Masterlist

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You circle the hotel room at a frantic pace, a battle of reason and emotion waging war in your mind. You’ve had the past two hours to sit alone and think about everything - where you are, what you’re doing. And lord help you, what you’re about to do. Scattered thoughts slam back and forth at an impossibly fast rate, bouncing around in your head until you can’t think straight anymore.

How did I get here? Like how did I actually get here? Am I really about to try and seduce Elvis Presley? But has he already seduced me by sending me to his hotel room? What if I mess up my timeline? What if I mess up Elvis’s timeline?

What if, what if, what if.

You had a plan. A solid plan. Spend one incredible night with Elvis, a night you could look back on and re-live forever. And now that it looked like that plan was on its way to actually becoming a reality, you were freaked out. You weren’t a prude, far from it. You were a 21st century woman - empowered, enlightened and ready for almost anything. But faced with the stark truth of your present circumstance, you were failing to keep a grip on your mental and emotional state.

Adrenaline is pumping hard and fast through your veins as you convince yourself you couldn’t possibly go through with the thing you had come to do. It was too much. HE was too much. How did you ever think you were supposed to be alone in a room with him, talk to him face to face, and keep it together? Not to mention…others things? Your thoughts become more and more frantic. Your fight or flight instinct is kicking in and before you know it, flight has taken hold. You have to get out of this room, if only just to breathe a little, clear your head. Grabbing your purse you practically run to the door, throw it open and bolt out without even looking. Only to run smack into Elvis for the second time that day, colliding with him harder than the first time. He lets out a grunt at the impact and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist as he struggles to keep you both from falling.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, honey,” he huffs out as he finally balances you both on your feet, gripping you closely to his chest. “Leaving so soon?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head as you look up at him, absorbing him. Your senses are in overdrive being this close, all your synapses firing at once. The way he smells (spicy with a hint of smoke), the way he feels (hot - like a furnace, lean and solid), the way he looks (sleepy bedroom eyes - curious and tired, hair mussed and soft, sharp jawline as if carved by Michelangelo himself). And the intangible things - the calmness (even in your current state) that settles over you as he cradles you, his powerful magnetism unlike anything you’ve ever felt (it rattles your brain a little) and the need that radiates off him. Not sexual, just…needy.

You start to shake a little, knees feeling weak. If he didn’t have such a firm hold on you you're sure you might slide right down to the floor. His body pressed so tightly against yours has you flushing with heat, your heart rate increasing every second you’re trapped in his embrace. You want him to let you go. You want to stay in his arms forever. You can feel every inch of him, hard and soft at the same time in a delicious dichotomy. His blue eyes are playful as he waits while you drink your fill of him.

“You gotta name, or shall I just keep callin’ ya honey?” His smile is cheeky and irresistible, those cheekbones deepening to impossible sharpness, a dimple peeking through in his left cheek. His arms are still gripping you like a vise and you can barely breathe being this close to him.

“Y/N,” you say, but it comes out as more of a whisper than you intend. “Y/N,” you say louder, voice more steady this time. “And you’re Elvis Presley.”

His laugh is deep and rich with a hint of gravel, it vibrates in your chest, shooting through your body like lightening, down to your toes and back up again, settling somewhere near your core.

“Yes I am, darlin’, for better or worse.” He finally unwraps his arms from around you and lets you go. The sudden feeling of loss is so powerful, all you want is to be back in those arms again. He steps into the hotel room and you follow like a lost puppy, all thoughts of leaving vanish into thin air. “I know you, don’t I? We’ve met before.” It’s not a question.

“No…never,” you shake your head. “Believe me, I’d remember meeting you.” You can’t help the wolfish smile that transforms your face, your cheeks tinting pink, the dirty thoughts in your head surely readable on your face.

He laughs again, eyes sparkling and amused. He hums in thought a minute, eyes narrowed and concentrating on your face, biting his pouty bottom lip. He shakes his head, black hair flopping slightly over his forehead.

“I know you. I’m certain of it. I never forget a face. Y/N…Y/N. I just can’t….I can’t remember from where,” he insists. “It’ll come to me later, when I’m not so tired. Been a helluva day. Been a helluva couple weeks, actually.” You don’t argue the point, it’s not important. He stifles a yawn as he moves to the couch, grabbing an acoustic guitar on the way, and plopping down unceremoniously. He rests the guitar on his knees and leans his head back on the couch, his tan neck exposed and inviting - you feel your stomach flip flop at the thought of your mouth on his skin there, sucking and biting, and a shiver runs through you. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, long lashes dusting his cheeks, before popping open when he realizes you haven’t followed him to the couch.

“Well sit down, darlin’. Don’t hover over me like a bird that can’t settle.” He’s teasing you, the irritation he projects only put on. He watches as you sit down on the opposite end of the couch, desperate to be near him again but wanting to keep a clear head as much as possible. Satisfied to finally have you fixed on the couch with him, even if it’s not as close as he’d like, he starts strumming on his guitar, playing a pretty little tune you’ve never heard before.

A thrill runs through you and a thought pops into your head. You want him to sing to you. And only to you. You’d hoped the opportunity might arise but you hadn’t planned on it. But here it was, presenting itself to you. You wonder if it’s too much to ask of him, this man who sings for a living, who gives his heart and soul to the audience he loves so much. Who has been running ragged with rehearsals and filming. But this is your chance, you may never get another one. You scoot a little closer to him and one side of his mouth curves into a smile without looking up at you as he finishes the song he’s playing.

“Elvis,” you say, a little hesitantly. He looks at you expectantly, his beautiful face a combination of soft little boy and strong masculine features. “Would you…will you…?” You stop, embarrassed. You’re not sure why this is such a hard thing to ask. It feels too intimate, too personal. His eyes are curious now, fixed on you, and you see heat behind them. It’s hard to breath, knowing that he’s thinking at least some of the same things you are.

“Go on,” he murmurs, biting his bottom lip. "Whatcha wanna ask me, Y/N?"

You cut your eyes down, unable to meet his as you mumble out quickly, "Will you sing for me?" You hold your breath as you wait for his answer. You're not expecting him to laugh. But he does and it fills you up again, because it's genuine and sweet. You look at him and see that he’s surprised and pleased that you asked, boyish grin on his face, like he just wants to make you happy.

"You want me to sing to you? Honey, that’s not what I thought you was gonna say. Most women...they...well… they want me to...,” he trails off.

You blush deeply, unable to to keep your thoughts from running rampant. He notices and a slight flush creeps up around his neck, his only tell. You take a deep breath to steady yourself and he starts to strum his guitar again.

“Any special requests?”

You’ve thought about this a lot. Too much in fact. You settled on the perfect song long ago. It was always going to be Can’t Help Falling In Love. The first Elvis song you ever loved. The song you’ve always wanted at your wedding. The song that IS Elvis to you. When you tell him, he rolls his eyes playfully but you can tell he approves of your choice, and he starts to play the chords, fingers moving deftly across the strings. And the earth stops spinning and you stop breathing when he sings the first words and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You can’t help it. It’s the most surreal moment of your life…for an instant you can’t tell if it’s a dream or reality or a mix of both. You start breathing again at some point as the tears fall down your cheeks but you don’t care because this is it. This is something you’ll carry with you forever. And this moment is just for you. Only for you.

You try and wipe your tears away discreetly but he chooses that moment to look at you, as the song ends, and you can tell it does something to him, the fact that you’re so moved by him, by this experience. There’s something different about you that Elvis can’t quite put his finger on. You’re bold and confident yet shy and unsure - all at the same time. You carry yourself differently and speak differently and look different from other women. You’re unlike any other woman he’s ever known, and he barely knows you. Part of him sent you to this hotel room because he wanted to be with you tonight but part of him wanted to figure out just why you were so intriguing, such a study in contradiction. And now here you were, sweetly requesting he sing you a song. Most women were only interested in sex, practically throwing themselves on him the moment they were alone with him, asking him to take their virginity, among other things. The fact that you didn’t puts him off balance and makes him want to tread carefully, treat you tenderly. Plus, he’s certain he knows you from somewhere and he’s not sure why you’re denying it but he aims to find out.

You take this opportunity to inch closer to him on the couch. He opens his arm for you to snuggle into as he sets his guitar down. You hesitate just a moment, suddenly shy. Trembling, you scoot close as he envelopes you into his side and pulls you in. You’re practically on his lap as you settle against his warm chest, his heartbeat thumping softly in your ear.

He tucks you in tighter and rests his chin against the top of your head. It’s so cozy in his arms, with his chest rising and falling steadily, your breath and his combining into the same rhythm. Your eyes are heavy, you’re so tired from the events of the day and you know you should be making the most of this time with Elvis but you just can’t seem to keep your eyes open. You blink heavily again and sigh, trying to stay awake. You feel Elvis yawn against your head and you bring a hand up to his chest, running your fingers through the soft hair there before grabbing a handful of his shirt, holding onto him as if he’s a life raft on an open sea. It’s here, snuggled up with Elvis Presley, that you fall into the best sleep of your life.

—

You open your eyes into darkness. You’re freezing cold and you struggle to breathe as you sit up. Your head is as light as a feather again and your heart is pounding, tears springing to your eyes. Oh no, oh no, no no no no no, you think. Not yet, I didn’t get enough time. You don’t realize that you’re speaking out loud as you begin to cry, softly at first and then harder, your heart squeezing with pain.

“Honey?” Someone says in the darkness. “What’s wrong?” Elvis. At the sound of his voice you begin to cry in earnest, relieved you hadn’t lost him, that you still had more time. A soft light flickers on somewhere in the room.

“Hey, hey, hey, little one, don’t cry, don’t cry.” Elvis moves across the bed and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you back and forth. He strokes your hair as you cry into him, clinging to him. He makes gentle shushing noises and rubs your back and kisses you tenderly on the forehead, but he lets you cry it out. Slowly your tears subside and you take a shuddering breath. Once again, Elvis has comforted you as you fell apart. What must he think of you?

“You wanna tell me what’s got you all worked up, little one?” He speaks into your hair as he holds you to him. You’re still coming down from being so upset, taking in unsteady breaths. A hand squeezes your shoulder, encouraging you, letting you know it’s ok, whatever you have to say.

“I thought…I thought I was alone. That you’d gone and…I was scared,” you finish lamely, trying to get away with a half-truth.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, not convinced but not wanting to push you further. His fingers gently grip your chin and tilt your face up towards his.

You can see the glint of his azure eyes, the outline of his features, the white of his teeth and he smiles as he leans his forehead into yours.

“Ain’t gonna leave you, baby. Not tonight. So you don’t need to worry bout that, ya hear?”

You nod your head, and suddenly your heart rate increases as you realize his mouth is inches from yours. You’re breathing in his warm breath and before you know it, you’re closing the distance between you, finding his mouth, your hand moving to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s stunned for a fraction of a second before his lips move against yours to return the kiss, urgent and impatient. His delicate tongue slips into your mouth and traces your lips teasingly. His thumb is pulling at the corner of your mouth and you can’t resist breaking the kiss and taking it between your teeth, running your tongue over it and sucking so hard he hisses. You’re still sitting on his lap and you feel him harden beneath your hip. You kiss him again as his hands find the zipper on the back of your dress and he slowly unzips it, fingers caressing the bare skin that’s exposed, inch by inch. You shiver and feel your nipples stiffen into hard buds, already aroused and needing more. You shift up onto your knees and turn to straddle him, as he lifts your dress up and over your head and tosses it aside. Your nimble fingers move to unbutton his shirt, already halfway undone because he’s Elvis and that just how he wears it, damn him. Your hands slip over his shoulders, smooth and warm beneath your touch, and push his shirt off.

You lean into him and lay your head on his shoulder, your breasts crushed against his bare chest as he wraps his arms around you and holds you there. His fingers are gliding across the skin of your back, tracing shapes and making you shake, as his lips ghost the skin of your neck. Your fingers reach into his hair and gently massage his head, scratching and tugging. His head falls back, heavy in your hands, mouth parted and breaths shallow and every now and again you feel his stomach muscles flex and contract. You tilt your head and lick a stripe along his jawline, tasting his salty skin and repeat it on the other side, his long sideburns tickling your nose. You press wet kisses down his neck and lightly suck and bite at his skin, drawing a strangled moan from him. Elvis’s hands grip your back more tightly and you relish the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin.

His long, delicate fingers find the hard pebbles of your nipples and he twists and tugs and pinches, making you gasp sharply. Then he’s leaning you back slightly and dipping his head to take your nipple into his warm, wet mouth, teasing it with his tongue before sucking it between his teeth and teasing it some more, wrenching desperate moans from your mouth. He pays the same attention to your other breast and it has you almost coming apart from the pleasure of it. You grind down on him, needing some friction to ease the ache between your legs. He lets your nipple go with a pop and slides his hands into your panties, over your ass, as you fall back onto the bed and help him slide them off. You lay there for a moment, just looking at him, your feet planted on his shoulders as he runs his hands up and down your smooth legs. His tan skin is flushed the prettiest pink, black hair messy and falling over his forehead, a look of pure sin on his gorgeous face. It feels like your insides are crashing together, like you can’t get a proper breath, like you’ll die if you don’t fuck him right now. You sit up quickly, suddenly unable to wait any longer, and fumble with the clasp on his pants. He swipes your hand away as he easily undoes it and shoves them down over his hips and off completely.

You straddle him again and grab his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your slick opening, guiding it to the right angle and spreading your lips gently to ease his entrance. He’s panting slightly from the effort of control as he kisses you again deeply, waiting just a moment before he slowly pushes you down onto him, inch by inch. You gasp into his mouth as he fills you, stretches you. You cling to his shoulders, your fingernails digging in and leaving half-moon crescents on his skin. He’s still kissing you to distract you from the pleasure and pain, the stinging that has your tight hole clenched snugly around his considerable size. His tongue finds yours and he sucks on your bottom lip. Just when you think you can’t take any more, he thrusts his hips up as he forces you the rest of the way down onto him, fully impaled. You stop breathing altogether, squeezing your eyes shut, arching your head back, your mouth falling open into a silent cry that never leaves your lips. Elvis’s forehead drops to your shoulder and you vaguely register him clenching and unclenching his jaw. You’ve never felt this full before, never been spread this wide, never felt like you were going to come apart at the seams if he moves just an inch.

“Open you eyes, baby,” you hear him rasp out. You inhale a shallow breath but your eyes remain, literally, screwed shut.

“Come on, look at me,” he coaxes, running a thumb across your eyelid, resting it on your cheek. “I want to see how your eyes look when I’m all the way inside you.”

Your eyes flutter open as you struggle to focus and meet his gaze, his pupils blown wide and his blue eyes now a shade darker. He searches your glassy eyes and finds them much the same, blown out with a hint of wildness. Slowly you adjust around him and start to move up and down, hips undulating, his own thrusting up to meet yours. He grips handfuls of flesh at your hips, so hard you’re sure they’ll leave a mark, and you secretly hope so. You want to be marked by him, claimed in some way, even if only for a brief moment. Sweat is beading in the hollow of his neck and you run your fingers across his chest, through his chest hair, down his shoulders, touching and exploring and kissing. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth again and your hands find his hair as you hold him to your breast as he teases and sucks. Little whimpers leave your throat as the fire grows in your core, bringing you ever closer to the edge. The drag of his velvety hardness inside you is more than you can take and suddenly you’re clenching tightly around him, coming so hard you’re seeing not only stars but a whole galaxy. He groans at the feeling and lets out an “Oh goddamn, honey,” and through your haze you watch as he comes undone, biting into your shoulder as his cock twitches inside you and fills you with his hot seed. You see the vein along the left side of his neck popping out, the one you’ve always noticed appears sometimes when he sings or gets angry. It thrills you to see it in the flesh, knowing you had something to do with it. You place a tender kiss there as the sight of it has you clamping down around him again, milking him through his high.

Elvis falls back against the headboard of the bed and takes you with him, arms wrapping around your back and waist, his cock still buried deep inside you. You nuzzle into his neck, both of you breathing hard, and slightly trembling. You feel him start to giggle but you’re too spent to look at him to figure out why.

“What’s funny?” You whisper as you feel the laughter rumble in his chest, deeper and deeper.

“I was just thinkin’ bout how you nearly ran out on me earlier and I’m awfully glad you didn’t,” he says, “else I wouldn’t have just had one of the best lays of my life.”

You blush and for once are thankful he can’t see you. You don’t know how that could possibly be true but decide to take the compliment and return one his way.

“I’ll do you one better, baby. You are the best lay of my life, Elvis Presley, and god help me if I’m not ruined for other men now,” you say, and mean it. You’ll need all the help you can get if you plan to have a normal life now. Fuck.

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A/N: Hi Y’all! This is my first time posting on this platform. ☺️ I carried this over from Ao3. Before anyone corrects the timeline or wrongful events. I wrote this wayyyyy before the season came out and before I finished the manga. I was all in my feels. I hope you all enjoy it. 💛

~~ Kyojuro’s Dream ~~

‘Why am I here?’ While moving his hands, his right one gently tapped his sword. ‘Right, to report to my father about becoming a Hashira.’

His father was laying on his bed facing away from his son. The shoji to his fathers room was open so the fresh air filled the room. Shinjuro stayed reading a journal not acknowledging his son that sat near him. Kyojuro’s clammy hands rested on his legs and with his signature smile Kyojuro told his father everything.

“So what if you become a Hashira.. Worthless.. It means nothing… you'll still never amount to anything .. Neither you nor I.” His father’s words hurt him more than anything. Deciding to not push the subject, Kyojuro bowed and left his father’s room. The Rengoku estate was a beautiful place. A place that was once was filled with much laughter. A place where love was felt in every room. This house was an empty shell of what it once was.

“Brother..!” Senjuro, his little brother, opened the door to his room to meet him. “Did your news make.. father happy? I hope when... I become a hashira that father will acknowledge me as well.”

“Senjuro to be honest he was not happy.. He said that it meant nothing.. Even so, that will not extinguish my passion .. this flame in my heart burns strong.. I’ll never lose faith… “ Kyojuro kneeled in front of his brother and still with a bright smile on his face he gripped his brother’s smaller hands. “Listen Senjuro keep this firmly in mind… you have an older brother.. A brother who believes in you… whatever path you take you’re going to become a fine man.. Just keep that burning passion inside your heart… let's both do our best….. No matter how lonely it gets.”

Senjuro had tears streaming down his face as he took in his brother's words. Kyojuro’s heart broke at how broken his brother looked. The elder Rengoku held his arms open as Senjuro embraced him in a tight hug.

“I’ll make sure he turns into a fine man, Kyo.” And there you were. His flame.

Senjuro’s head quickly turned in Kyojuro’s embrace and his face lit up like the sun lit up the sky. “Nii-San!” Kyojuro felt the flames within his heart go ablaze as he saw his little brother run to the love of his life… his wife.

“Hello my little firecracker.” His wife embraced Senjuro as she combed her finger through his flamed color hair. Her beautiful eyes made her way to Kyojuro. “And Hello to you too my Love.”

Kyojuro stood from where he kneeled and made his way to the two. His red and yellow irises bore into her own red hues. It was as if her eyes were calling him to her. Senjuro moved his face from her belly to look at his brother with a big smile on his face. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was going to explode at the smiles his wife and brother had while looking at him. His purpose to keep fighting stood right in front of him.

“They’re being extra active today brother!” As if Kyojuro’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. He cupped his wife’s swollen abdomen and felt his children kick against his hand. Senjuro made room so his brother could feel his nieces or nephews move within his sister in law.

“My flames…My loves!” Kyojuro shouted enthusiastically. His wife and brother giggled from his cheerful personality. Underneath the blue sky within The Rengoku estate, Kyojuro held his brother, his wife, and his children. He was at his happiest.

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Wails then filled the room. No longer was he outside in the yard of The Rengoku Estate but now he was within their room at the Butterfly Mansion. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was on fire as tears started pooling in his eyes. His wife, sweaty and tired, had the brightest smile on her face while holding his two children.. His two sons. Tanjuro and Sanjuro Rengoku. His little flames were a spitting image of him. The flames in his heart grew twice in size that day. He held both his sons in his arms and despite having a smile on his face his tears still fell. They were his home.

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“Come home to us my love….”

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Kyojuro was in excruciating pain. He was kneeled in the surrounding field from where the train derailed. His body was done. The hole within his stomach was not something he could fix on his own. No breathing technique would be able to help his predicament he was in. It was his time… he knew it. He just wasn’t ready for it. The flames within his soul were slowly burning out and he was okay with it. He protected the weak with the strength he was gifted with. Kyojuro kept his promise he made to his mother all those years ago. It hurt so much though. His wife, children, and Senjuro’s smiles played in his mind as he remembered the memories he shared with them.

Tanjiro , the boy he promised to train, was crying near him. He could empathize with the boy. He remembers the tears he shed for the lives that were lost in his lifetime.

“Come here lad. Let us speak one last time.” Kyojuro needed to speak his words before his time came to an end. Tanjiro made his way to the Hashira and kneeled before him.

“When I was dreaming of the past… There was something I remembered . My old residence… you should go pay it a visit.” Kyojuro stopped staring at the ground and focused on the young boy's eyes. “There are notes left by the previous flame Hashira there. I recall my father used to read them often but I’m afraid I don’t know their content myself.” The rays from the sun surrounded Kyojuro and the demon's hand that was embedded in his stomach was slowly dissinerating. He continued to speak despite blood now seeping from the now opened wound. “Within those notes you might find the dance you mentioned…. The Hinokami Kagura.”

Tanjiro let out more cries as he didn’t want Kyojuro to speak any more, just so he could save his energy… just so he could prevent the inevitable. His time was coming and he could feel it. The pain was becoming numb and he could no longer feel his arms.

“Very soon I’ll be dead. Before that happens I need you to hear me out. I have a younger brother named Senjuro.. Please tell him to follow his heart and walk down the path he feels is right.. And tell my father that I want him to look after himself.” Krojuro’s eyes filled with tears as he choked up the next words. “Tell my wife and children.. That I love them. My flames… always burned for them.”

The news of the Flame Harashi having a family tore a new hole in Tanjiro’s heart. The older Kamado envisioned scenarios where Kyojuro is playing with his children or training them. He envisioned Kyojuro embracing his wife one last time before leaving the house. Tears kept spilling out of his eye because he knew… He knew what it was like losing a father. Inosuke was shaking while holding his swords, refusing to speak a word that might ruin the moment.

“And lastly about your sister. Know that I believe in her. I accept her as part of our ranks. Your sister shed blood to protect the people inside that train from demons and anyone who does that , regardless of what is said to the contrary, is a rightful member of the Demon Slayer Core.” Tanjiro was shaking before Kyojuro. Talking was becoming a challenge but Kyojuro needed the young slayer to hear his words. “So hold your head high.. If you are feeling disheartened, that you are somehow not enough set your heart ablaze. Dry your eyes and look ahead.. You may feel like digging your heels in but the flow of time waits for no one. It won’t patiently stand by as you grieve.”

Kyojuro’s voice was becoming hoarse. His body felt heavy and he was quickly losing feeling in other parts. The time was near and it secretly scared him. “Don’t feel bad that I’m going to die. As a Hashira it is natural I protect you all. The young buds must be allowed to bloom. Any other Hashira would’ve done the same as I. Young Kamado, Young Boar, and boy of yellow you must continue to grow and eventually you will end your aid by becoming the next Hashira. I believe in every one of you.”

His words caused the younglings to cry more but they were words that needed to be said. He needed them to know that he was proud. Kyojuro’s vision started to get blurry trying to maintain eye contact with Young Kamado. As his vision worsened, looking over Tanjiro’s shoulder Kyojuro saw his mother. She was as beautiful as ever. Tears that were pooled in his eyes were now streaming down his face.

“Mother, did I do well?.... The responsibility I-I took upon myself to fulfill.. Was I successful?”

“ I am so proud of you, my son. “ His mother’s smile gave him the closure he needed and he couldn’t help but smile. He trusted Tanjiro and his friends to take care of his family, most importantly his children. He was okay. He was ready. Kyojuro closed his eyes and embraced his fate.

“I’ll watch over you, my flames…”

Cries from the young slayers could be heard from miles away. The pain each of them felt was evident in their screams. Miles away Kyojuro’s wife felt a painful sting in her chest while tears cascaded down her face. “ K-Kyo….”

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It had been a few days since the incident with the Mugen Train. A few days since they lost their friend and teacher. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenita were on their way to the Rengoku residence. Inosuke and Tanjiro refused to stop until they were face to face with the former Hashira’s family. They wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness.

“Do you think she will be mad?” Zenitsu could help but ask.

“I-I am not sure.”

Inosuke throughout the trip had been awfully quiet. Tanjiro and Zenitsu believe it was his way of grieving… so they just let him be. In truth they were all grieving in their own way. Zenitsu took on carrying Nezuko to find some comfort in the girl. Tanjro kept repeating the words Mr. Rengoku told him from their last conversation. He couldn’t help but carry the guilt of knowing there was a family without a father because he wasn’t strong enough.

Pink petals were soon blowing through the roadway leading up to The Rengoku Estate. It was an ethereal sight. Cherry blossom tree petals continued to litter the ground as the winds blew through them. Inosuke, who was leading the group, abruptly stopped in place. Tanjiro, who was a step behind him, slammed into his back.

“Inosuke what's wr--... “ It was then three sets of eyes landed on a short boy with blonde and red hair sweeping the grounds outside of the gate. It was like looking at Mr. Rengoku again. Tanjiro started tearing up. Every emotion hit him at once while looking at the younger brother of the former Hashima. Pain. Grief. Guilt. Failure.

No matter how they felt they needed to do this. It was one of Mr. Rengoku’s last wishes.

Sucking in a death breath to steady his aching heart. Tanjiro made the first steps towards Senjuro. The increasing footsteps are what caught the young boy's attention. His red and yellow irises eyed the trio as they stood before him. His face quickly fell as he noticed the Demon Slayer Uniform. Grief was completely consuming Tanjiro the more he looked at Senjuro. He tried to spit out the words he practiced saying whenever he saw the boy.. But the words were stuck in his throat as tears continued to fall. Senjuro understood his pain as tears started pooling in his own eyes.

“W-We came to fulfill Mr. Rengoku’s last request.” Tanjiro finally managed to spit out.

“I know what happened. Well... I was briefly told what had happened.” Senjuro choked on his words. “Are you guys okay?”

That question didn’t settle well with any of the boys as they all started crying. Senjuro tried his best to calm the situation but to no avail, the boys kept apologizing.

“Senji!!” A little voice put a halt to their tearful apologies. All eyes focused on a little boy running towards them, from further into the estate came another Kyojuro look alike. He looked no more than three to four years old. Like Sejuro and Kyojuro he had yellow, red hair and bug eyes to match.

“Yes, Tanjuro?” Instead of answering his uncle the little boy eyed the trio with a big smile on his face. The image itself pinched their hearts because it was just like looking at Kyojuro smiling even in his final moment.

“I like your mask.” Little sparkles came from Inosuke due to the complement.

“Where’s Sanjuro?”

“He’s with mom.” Tanjuro gasped and smiled big. “I remember now! Mom is calling for you, Senji.”

Senjuro sighed and looked at the trio. “You guys are welcome to come in. I’ll prepare tea for everyone.”

“Tea! Tea! Tasty! Tasty!” Tanjuro ran around Senjuro as he walked towards the estate.

Zenistu was still in tears as the trio followed Senjuro. “Mr. Rengoku was saying the same thing!!”

Before they could enter the estate, the group heard a boisterous voice. “This is Tasty!! Thank you Mother!” The little boy traveling with them laughed. “That’s Sanjuro! Come on! Come on!” Tanjuro pulled on Senjuro’s hand towards where his brother was at.

Tanjiro’s keen sense of smell picked up on the different scents that were in the area of the estate. The boy picked up the scents of the people within the building. Most importantly he could smell the love Kyojuro left behind.. It filled every crack of the structure. The scent engulfed Tanjiro as if it was welcoming him in. As if it was welcoming them further in the place Kyojuro called home. Senjuro led them to a room that was closest to the back yard. The wooden door was open so the cool breeze could flow through. In the middle of said room was a female with brown hair and burgundy eyes. Her face was full of pure adoration as her gaze was on the little boy who was the exact clone of his father. In this area Tanjiro noticed Kyojuro’s scent was the strongest, it consumed the room. Was Kyojuro leading him here? Was this where he wanted him to be?

The little boy eating turned his head towards the group when they made their presence known. Sanjuro, who was walking with Senjuro, ran towards his mother and brother. Kyojuro’s wife smiled at the group as she situated her sons.

“Hello. My name is (Y/N).” Her smile melted every resolve the group had. “These are my boys Tanjuro and Sanjuro. It’s hard to tell them apart at first… but the more you get to know them the easier it is.” She stood from the table and welcomed them in. “Come on in and eat. Your journey must’ve been long and stressful.”

Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu couldn't withhold the determination they built as they all bowed before the former Hashira’s wife.

“We’re sorry!.. W-We’re so very sorry.” Tanjiro could see his tears wet the soil below him. “I-If only I wasn’t injured… or if I could’ve got up faster.. I-I --” He stopped when he felt her warm palm comb through his hair.

“Don’t apologize my sweet boy. My husband died doing what he loved.” (Y/N)’s eyes glazed over despite having a smile on her face. “He had this belief that if you were born strong you had the duty to protect the weak. You four saved all those people on that train.”

Inosuke was trying to bury his head in the ground so no one could see the tears that were spewing from his eyes. Zenitsu laid face down crying his eyes out. Did they deserve this forgiveness? How was she able to smile through this?

“He told me to come here..” Tanjiro tried to clear the ball in his throat. “.. H-He told me to come here to tell you that he loves you and his children… and that his flames burned for you all.”

“That silly man. I will always have proof of his love right here.” (Y/N) looked at her twin boys who were smiling at the group. Tanjiro lifted his head and focused intently on Senjuro.

“Mr. Rengoku also told me to look for you. To tell you to follow your heart and to walk down the path you believe is right!” Senjuro’s eyes softened. His older brother was still looking out for him.. Like he promised he would. His red, yellow eyes moved towards the soft burgundy ones watching him. “I don’t want to follow in my big brother’s footsteps. I am not strong enough to even get a color change on my blade but I could do other things to help people!”

“All Kyojuro ever wanted was for you to be happy, my little flame… and to grow into a wonderful man.” Senjuro was reduced to tears at her words.

“That’s okay uncle!” Tanjuro stood from where he sat at the table, Sanjuro following suit. The identical twins had their arms crossed with the biggest smiles on their faces. “Well be the next flame Hashiras!”

Tanjiro's eyes widened as he swore he saw Kyojuro standing behind his boys with his identical smile. He could already feel the strength they were gifted with. Tanjiro knew they were going to be strong Demon Slayers. Both bug eyes landed on Tanjiro and the group. “Train Us! So we could be strong like you all.”

Inosuke quickly stood up and blew heavily through the boar snout. “We start training now!!” He grabbed the twins by their small yukata and carried them to an open area in the backyard. Zenitsu gently put down Nezuko as he ran after Inosuke and the children. “Don’t carry them like that!! Don’t drop them!! INOSUKE!!”

(Y/N) smiled at the change of demeanor. She didn’t want to be sad. Not when she had the wonderful opportunity to spend her time with her soulmate and have two beautiful children. He died doing what he loved. He was with his mother now. She watched the boar boy and the boy in yellow chase after her children and her heart felt at peace. She was going to be okay. They all were.

“I’ll go make us some tea. Please eat up and rest while you’re here.” (Y/N) told both Senjuro and Tanjiro before getting up and walking out of the room.

“My brother talked about you a lot. The boy who was traveling with a demon.” Tanjiro bristled. “Always mentioned how the new generation of demon slayers were coming. My brother was very proud of you.” Senjuro points to one of the twins chasing Zenistu. “He named one of his children in honor of you, Tanjuro Rengoku. You could guess where he got Sanjuro from.”

Tanjiro’s heart felt like it was going to explode. This trip was to fulfill the former Hashira’s last wishes but now he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to leave. Not when Kyojuro led him to his family that he kept hidden. How was Tanjiro supposed to leave and not return to them?

“My brother’s crow came home right after the incident. He told (Y/N) that Big Brother mentioned The Hinokami Kagura within father’s notes.” Senjuro panicked a little bit. “My father destroyed his notes. He hasn’t been taking any of this well. (Y/N) has been managing him… B-But I’ll try to fix them for you.”

“Thank you very much, Senjuro.” Tanjiro said with the brightest smile he could muster. Both boys focused their attention on the twins now running away from Inosuke and Zenistu. Their laughter filled the air and Tanjiro felt at peace in this moment.

“I’ll take care of them for you Mr. Rengoku.”

“Thank You~”

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Since that eventful day Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu kept their word. Any free time they could spare they would always end up at the Rengoku Estate. Whether it was to read with Senjuro, train with the twins, or simply just to help Mrs. Rengoku around the house. Tanjuro, Sanjuro, Senjuro, and (Y/N) always welcomed the boys and Nezuko with open arms. They had family meals together and always included them in anything they had going on. The boys and Nezuko made their small family bigger… they felt at home.

Tanjiro continued to smile as Tanjuro, Sanjuro, and Senjuro grew older. It was like seeing Kyojuro Rengoku all over again. Same looks, same smile, but different personalities. Senjuro liked to read and hear the stories Tanjiro told about Inosuke and Zenitsu. He made sure to always have stories to tell the younger Rengoku brother. Tanjuro was every inch of his father. From his boisterous charisma to his calculated actions. Senjuro was the same as his brother. Tanjiro loved that the signature Rengoku smile never once left their faces. Their swordsmanship was amazing for their age. Tanjiro knew they prided themselves on their father’s belief and he continued to support that belief.

“I got them for you Mr. Rengoku.”

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“Thank You my Young Kamado ~”

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Tell us, speak to us of GhoapRoach, the people need to hear

I'm me I'm the people please I beg

OKAY! I finally got time and brain power to answer this! (thank you dear anon for letting me indulge in this idiots)

(also sorry for the time it took me to write this :')) THIS SHIT GOT SO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY ME GOING HAM WITH THE EXPLANATION

I'm going to mostly talk about how I see their relationship start and develop!!

The timeline should be something like.

Ghost&Roach (friendship, then later QPR) → Ghost/Soap (they get together) → Soap realizes this two idiots are in fact idiots → Ghost/Roach (Soap makes them resolve their shit) → Roach/Soap/Ghost (Roach and Ghost finally do something about Soap wink wink)

In my mind their relationship started firstly just between Ghost and Roach

After almost dying and having a rough time and some rough realizations, Ghost finally admits to himself that he likes Roach a little more strictly than just platonically. 

But since I do headcanon that Roach is aromantic (and does really not feel any romantic attraction towards anyone) Ghost just confesses that he loves him and they stay like that.

They just live their life as best friends and do nothing about their feelings

Cus what Ghost doesn't know is that while, yes Roach doesn't feel 'romance' towards him, man does he feel desire.

So Roach after a couple years of knowing each other decides to up the ‘best friends’ status and go more for a QPR type of relationship. 

That itself doesn’t change much about them. Roach just says that they can be more touchy about each other. They agree

Roach goes all ham. Ghost still hesitates (mostly because being so close to someone scares him and also because he’s scared of pushing Roach away somehow.)

But that's where it stops. Ghost is a little head over heels for Roach and Roach wants to jump Ghost's bones. But they don’t do anything about it.

Then enter one John Soap Mctavish

We have all the Ghost and Soap getting together (with Roach’s help) of course and they have a 'normal' relationship, romantic and sexual.

Soap is perfectly fine with Ghost and Roach’s relationship and makes sure to tell Roach that he's not there to steal anyone. GR clearly have an important relationship and Soap doesn’t want to ruin that.

He says that because he really means it and well…

Maybe because he has also started falling for Roach in a not so steady way.

How could he not?! Roach is just so funny and intelligent and a nerd and endearing and seeing him and Ghost interact and being soft with each other and the way he makes Ghost relax and the way he comforts people and and–

R and S start to hang out more and more. Even going out of their way to spend time just with each other. 

And after some time Soap starts to get almost the same treatment Ghost gets. Which means LOTS OF PHYSICAL CONTACT(which does nothing good for Soap’s heart).

The first time Roach uses him as his personal pillow he almost combusts…

Ghost grumbles one two many times that Roach is just trying to steal his boyfriend.

Now that’s all fine and dandy but

Roach and Ghost drive Soap insane and not because he's stupidly in love with them

But because he starts paying more attention to them and he just wants to tear his hair out.

He sees the heart eyes on Ghost when he looks at Roach, but also sees how he's very tentative on how he touches him, never going beyond anything more than what someone might consider platonic.

Then he watches Roach, who looks at Ghost with affection and desire that is so terribly hidden (the amount of time he saw him almost drooling at Ghost working out…)

Soap understands why both of them hesitate with each other and knows that with him now in the equation it only makes things harder. (but it breaks his heart to see Roach’s sad eyes when he thinks he’s going to be left alone. And crushes his soul to see Ghost be sad for constantly holding himself back and not knowing how to get to Roach.)

So! It might’ve been Roach that made Ghoap come together but it’s apparent that it’s now in Soaps hands to make those two fools DO SOMETHING.

JUST… GET OVER THEMSELVES… COMMUNICATE!

Btw little side note: Ghost and Soap have talked about Ghost’s feelings towards Roach. He never thought he could love again and imagine when he comes to the conclusion that he loves TWO PEOPLE. Soap was fine with all this (bc at this point… he was steadily going down the rabbit hole of falling with the other man himself. He didn’t say that to Ghost tho…)

So what does he do? Talk, of course, with each one individually.

He first speaks with Ghost, asks about how GR came to be and yada yada. Ghost accidently let's it slip that he wishes he could do more with Roach (Kiss, he wants to kiss him so bad and touch him everywhere, Soap arcs an eyebrow as Ghost covers his flustered face behind his face as he admits that.) but is afraid Roach will react badly cus that's romantic and Ghost doesn't know his feeling towards it.

(Soap face palms when he questions if Ghost has asked him, and Ghost replies confusedly that 'of course not')

What does Soap do about that information? Well in an afternoon where they're not doing anything, he asks Roach about kissing and (Soap actually though he might've died that day, with how his heart did somersaults, he has wanted to kiss Roach for so long has stared at those lips for so long has–) and kisses Roach right in front of Ghost to see.

It’s not really cus it’s seen more as giving Roach a new experience than anything related to feelings (Soap says that to himself repeatedly like a mantra)

(Soap is dying in the middle of this btw cuz he has to keep his attraction to Roach hidden as best he can, he wants those two fools to do something about each other and if he accidently ruins something he would never forgive himself). So he suffers.

Does Ghost do anything with this information? No! (he keeps it away in his brain, and tries not to get hot and bothered when thinking about those two kissing while he watches.) 

Roach, however, starts thinking.

Kissing wasn’t bad and he quite liked it… Soap did it in front of Ghost and he knows very well why.

‘One of you, make a move.’

Though Roach isn't completely sure yet. He needs permission, confirmation, because he doesn’t want to hurt Soap

If he’s being honest with himself… what he feels towards Soap is starting to grow a little bit beyond friends…

One day, he and Soap are sitting just enjoying their time and Roach just let's out that he wishes he could do something with Ghost (jump his bones) watching Soap from the corner of his eye constantly

And Soap is like (‘holy shit im going to pass out, the image of that is unholy, breathe Mctavish, breathe’) composed: Why don't you then?

Roach:

Roach: Yeah, why don't I.

And Roach takes that. Takes the permission and goes (he might’ve kissed Soap on the corner of his mouth as thanks (he’s teasing and he loves the way Soap just blushed furiously))

The next night Roach invades Ghost's room, like no ones business, confidence up there cus he has wanted to fuck this man for too long. And he finally got permission.

He makes sure to have Ghost sitting on his bed before he pulls the man's mask and kisses him, gently.

Ghost.exe has stopped working.

(His brain completely stopped working bc bloody hell he must be dreaming he can only be dreaming–)

Please imagine the most flustered Ghost you could ever imagine, heart eyes and flushed cus boy he just got kissed by his longest crush and omg is this fucking real and-

Roach is just staring at him for a second before going straight to the point, he leans closer to Ghost ear and tells him to either start moving to rearrange his insides or he might snap.

Ghost is a shaky mess but is so happy to oblige, he's extremely gentle and cautious. Like he’s been the whole time they’ve known each other. But finally having the permission to touch and worship one of his objects of love and desire after so long of just looking, makes him emotional.

Suffice to say Roach has the time of his life.

They do have a conversation after!! Mainly on what Roach is comfortable with Ghost doing with him (they rule out that what they were already doing is fine just no kisses in the mouth in public, Ghost is very happy to do that) 

After that they’re just laying there and Ghost just casually throws into the conversation:

I think Soap is also in love with you, too

And he waits for Roach’s answer with bated breath because the thought of having the two of them together in his arms like this, instead of circling their rooms gives him a buzz in his brain.

Roach: Oh I know

Ghost, close to laughing: What are you gonna do about it?

Roach just looks at him with a knowing smirk.

Of course this wouldn't be me if I didn't add some sad so

After Soap is able to get those two to get their heads out of their asses he starts to doubt his place in all of this.

Ghost and Roach have known each other for so long… Ghost seems to have such a hard time loving… Does he belong there, with Simon? Maybe Ghost doesn't love him anymore… or maybe he won't be as loved anymore, that thought breaks him (and he starts understanding a lot more how Roach was feeling in the beginning of all this.)

Roach was meaning to take more time with getting to Soap, he meant to tease him endlessly until Soap was falling apart.

But he and Ghost start seeing Soap pulling away, getting more distant and his face is more sad than happy.

So

A couple days later… Roach decides to put Soaps worries to an end.

And to an end they come, turned into absolute dust when Roach not so subtly corners him in an empty corridor, stalking closer to Soap so he backs away into a strong wall of muscle hidden in the shadows. And Gary tells him clean and straight what he wants, the filth he wants Soap to do to him while Ghost is just running his hands everywhere they can on Johnny, kissing his neck, pinching, grabbing.

Johnny was a mess and might've almost passed out from how hot he was and how much he was blushing.

They fuck. (everyone claps)

And then they have another conversation specifically about boundaries (eyes on Roach) and conclude in the end that there are no words that can really describe what they have going on.

Roach doesn't love any of them romantically but he doesn't need to, they understand him and know he cares and that just like them he would die and kill for them.

Ghost and Soap are boyfriends. ‘What are we five-’ ‘Shut up, Simon.’

Roach and Ghost have their thing going on (They call themselves partners) (Soap does a little ‘eugh’ sound (he gets beaten with too many pillows).

Soap and Roach don’t have a word: ‘Hmmmm. My bitch-’, ‘Excuse me?!’ (Soap calls Roach ‘his’ and ‘mine’)  (Roach doesn’t even bother to not show how much that affects him)

[gothamslostboy]

it’s a me luigi 🧍🏻

the song request i have told you about before i forget it because i will 100% forget it tomorrow morning

the song is

be nice to me by the front bottoms!

this is kinda what i was envisioning

the lost boys x male reader

this is platonic 🫶🫶

and it just basically goes with the lyrics timelinevyknow, because the timeline is going on about a friend who’s a killer and their bestie, and just how all that is going

i think, anyways here’s an example so i hopefully make more sense

so i feel like it would be such a good fic, where the reader realizes that his friends are vamps but he can’t completely hate them. like he realizes and it’s weighing in on him like boulders, he starts to crack because there’s barely nothing of him left yknow. the boys n him have a good friendship there are certain parts that ask a lot of him like only hanging out at night so he lacks some things, but he starts spiraling?

anyways idk if the example helps or not

but no worries if you don’t wanna do this i completely get it it’s a big ask 😭 i’d write it myself but writing is very hard broski 😞

take all the time you’d need for this 🫶🫶

A/N: This song is now stuck in my head and I couldn’t be happier about it. Ugh i love how your brain works this request is so good! The examples helped immensely, they helped me come up with a lot of my own ideas haha. I’ll probably make a part two of this w/ same Reader and Dwayne at some point. thank you feardot:]

Reforging A Family

The Lost Boys x Platonic Male Reader

PAUL MARKO Y/N DAVID

———————

Y/N? Paul takes a deep sigh and leans against the cave wall. Despite his frustration, he restrains himself lashing out at me. You can’t hide there forever. Please just talk to us bud. I curl myself further into the corner of the bed, back pressed tightly onto the headboard & the cool stone wall. I know I can’t, but the only time I’ve left this spot is a couple times during the day to use the restroom, but I don’t plan on getting up again any time soon. I can see his outline through the sheer curtains, just like I can also see another figure, I’m assuming Marko, coming up behind him.

The two whisper with one another, the new figure squeezes Paul’s shoulder before motioning for him to back away. Hey bud, I’ll be back in a second ok? He waits for a second, shoulders slumping in disappointment as he walks away.

Turns out I was right, it is Marko who gently lifts up the curtain, poking his head through with a soft smile

Um, do you mind if I sit on the bed Y/N? You don’t have to speak if you’re not ready, just shake your head no. He waits a second for my reaction, lips curling up a little wider as he sits. Alright, thank you. He clears his throat and moves his gaze to his fingers, tracing the patterns on one of the blankets. This is, uh, this is a lot better than earlier, my cheeks flush in embarrassment, remembering the crunching noise of Dwayne’s foot after I pushed a barrel on it.

We sit in silence for a moment, and I realize just how bad of a shape I’m in. My throat is hoarse from screaming, my stomach hurts for food and water, yet the worst thing is that I can still feel where David had grabbed my shoulder. I’m sure that it’s bruised, maybe even worse. I don’t know what I expected them to do when I tried to run, but I didn’t try it again. I bet that I look just as bad as I feel, it’s almost humorous how there’s very little left of me right now, I feel more like a husk of my former self.

We didn’t expect you to be here when we woke up, so thanks for staying. Marko looks at me again, but I have to look away. His grins no longer appear friendly, even though I know he’s trying to be. After what I saw last night, I doubt it ever will again. I can hear Marko clear his throat, and I almost feel bad for looking away when I hear his strained voice.

I know you think we’re monsters, but can you please look at me? You’re one of my best friends, I’d never hurt you, but it’s like your changing-

My head shoots up. You say I’m changing? Sorry, didn’t know I had to stay the same after watching Dwayne rip a guy’s neck open! I’m practically yelling, but I lost my voice hours ago and all that’s left is a whisper. He’s shocked at my voice, shrinking backwards a bit before opening his mouth again. Can we talk about this later? You voice is driving me, I feel myself becoming panicked again as I rush out the last part of my sentence, driving me insane!

I regret my words almost immediately, and fight the urge to apologize as Marko stands up and leaves, stopping with his back turned to me for only a second. Yeah, I’ll uh, Paul can bring you some food and water, I’ll get Chinese. He rushes off, leaving me alone for the first time since the boys have gotten up. I’m so tired, but is it safe enough to fall asleep? Maybe their just waiting till I’m most vulnerable, but I doubt they’d need the advantage.

No body’s gonna hurt you, get some rest! David’s voice comes from the other side of the cave, much more stern than his brothers voices have been. Can he tell what I’m thinking? Has he always been able to? How mu- Yes I can, don’t over think it right now. Sleep!

A tsunami’s worth of drowsiness washes over me, and I can’t help but listen to David’s orders as I spread out, legs aching from being held up to my chest for so long.

~~~

Do we wake him up? He hasn’t eaten or drank anything in almost 24 hours. I bet he’ll- speak of the devil, I open my eyes to see three of my friends? Do I still consider them that? I’m not sure where Dwayne is, but I can’t say I’d want to see him. I basically fly back against the headboard, letting out a yelp as I feel shooting pain down my back. Damn dude, that sounded like it hurt, Paul leans towards me but is stopped by David. He hurt himself trying to get away from us, now’s not a good time to reach for him man. He nods, standing back in his place between the other two.

Oh.

Alright, it’s time to talk Y/N. You freaked last night: understandable. But you didn’t leave during the day, does that mean you still wanna hang out with us? He raises his eyebrows as he waits for me to answer, rolling his eyes at my widened eyes.

Alright dude, give us something to work with here. He lays across the foot of the bed despite Marko’s hand reaching for him, and looks at me. How many times do we need to tell you Y/N, no one is going to hurt you. We like being your friends.

It’s true bud, he hesitates for a moment before sitting on the head of the bed, giving me as much room as he could. He holds out a water bottle and I take it, pouring half of it down my throat almost instantly. You’re like our brother now. You said it yourself! He smiles, proud that he’s regained the ability to be near me. You said we’re the closest thing to a family you’ve had since moving here, we care about you! He tries to pull me into a side hug, but I shove his arm back.

But you’re a killer! The boys are silent as my cheeks become stained with tears again, giving each other looks I’m too emotional to decipher. I choke out a number of half sobs, the boys waiting quietly before I continue, my voice quieter than before. And I’m your best friend…

Hoping he can feel my wordless apology, I lean on Paul’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me a little tighter. Ya know I think it’s unfair, my eyebrows furrow as I look at david, but Marko is the one to answer. Your situation.

We didn’t want to tell you what we are because we knew it’d scare you. A slightly dry chuckle leaves me. Great job on that dingus! The boys seem to relax, I know Paul did because I felt his shoulder move. Hey, there’s the Y/N we know and love!

So, we’re all good now right? Paul’s face turns in front of mine, and I can’t help but focus on his teeth. I, I mean, my head drops to my knees. I love you guys, but this is- I skim through my brain, trying to find a way to explain my thoughts. We lose ya man?

I look back up and notice that Marko’s now sitting across from Paul, David’s legs draped over him. I’m in my head. It’s like I try to write you poems but the words just don’t make sense. David chuckles, odd way to phrase it but I hear you.

I think he’s really trying to help, his eyes focused on the barrel from last night, still knocked to the side. Dwayne feels horrible, he never wanted you to see him kill, especially that, he moves his head around a bit, trying to think of the right word. Enthusiastically. He’s mortified of scaring you again, so he’s out trying to give you a little bit of space. But that dude deserved to die-

People can suck, but they’re still people. I should hate you guys. Should? That means you don’t right? So let’s just forget about this.

I sit up a little straighter again, a small “thump’ as my head make contact with the wall once again. There are certain things ask of me, like forgetting about the deaths of god knows how many, and there are certain things I lack.

So don’t forget. We all look at Marko. You know we kill to survive, but you can also know we kill bad people, the people who hurt everyone else. That’s not so bad right? We’re basically just the death penalty without the wait.

I genuinely laugh, everyone else joining in. I guess that’s better than killer.

Yeah man, it’s better. So, we can start over, regain some trust? He holds out his hand, I grab it and shake it. We can regain it slowly, I think.

— TAGS —

@britany1997 @g4ywastaken

[dazzasarchives]

Fantastic Four Volume 1 Issue 7.

Alright in the last issue the Fantastic Four faced off against two of their most well known villains, Namor the Sub-Mariner, and Dr Doom. This issue introduces a new villain from us from the mysterious planet X. Let's see what shall happen shall we?

After the Fantastic Fours previous missions, they have been regarded as heroes of earth. Everyone loves them, celebrities and other famous elites are coming are all wanting to meet the Fantastic Four. Well with all the well wishes the Fantastic Four are then invited to a dinner at the White House.

As they are headed to be honored by our nations leaders, the mysterious Kurrgo, from planet X sends down his robot to, alter how people see the Fantastic Four. In doing so the assembly gathered to honor our heroic team then begins to attack them. The Fantastic Four escape in very cartoonish ways, but it's very fun.

The Fantastic Four then discover the ship of the Robot fo Kurrgo. They and the Robot meet atop the Baxter Building, where he states the foundations of his villainous plan. All of earth is against the Fantastic Four, and the only way to stop it is for the team to travel to the planet X.

The Fantastic Four arrive on planet X where they meet Kurrgo, the master of planet X. Kurrgo tells the team that an asteroid is hurtling towards his world aimed at destroying the planet. He is wanting the Fantastic Four, mainly Reed Richards, to figure out a solution because they only have two spaceships on their planet.

The Four try to battle Kurrgo's Robot but it is to no avail. Mr Fantastic then agrees to help Kurrgo and his people. This has the team working insanely fast to find a solution to their problem.

Mister Fantastic creates a shrink ray, able to shrink down the entire population and place them on a single ship to a new hospitable world. Kurrgo decides to no longer regrow his people once they reach their new home, so he can assume control once again. Though he is too late, as the Fantastic Four, and the people of Planet X are safely en route to either their homes, or to the new homes they will find in the cosmos.

Yeah so the plot for this comic isn't all that much. Though it is very nice to see Reed use his brain more, I've noticed that after this point he is a bit more of a critical thinker despite some of his solutions being very corny. Now let's get to our character analysis.

I like Reed much more in this one. He's starting to use his intellect more instead of just proclaiming he's a genius. He's also stepping into the role of leader much better than I assumed he would this early on. Anyway I would say my opinion has yet again grown.

The Human Torch, I actually like him a bit more in this comic. He goes to make a sacrifice play at one point but he does survive it. Also I'm starting to like The Thing and his relationship much more now. Id say my opinion of Johnny has gone up this year.

Sue, you know it's bad when this is the only character I have to go back and flip through to see what she's done. Oh that's right damsel in distress unless chased by united states military which she's able to easily evade. My opinion on Sue stays the same, I don't think it'll get much better anytime soon.

The Thing, again I love him in this issue though he takes a back seat during act two, but act one he really shines. He relationship with the Human Torch has gotten better, and he finally feels fine with being how he is at least for now. My opinion on the Thing is unchanged but still my most favorite member of the team.

Kurrgo, and his robot are really fun villains. They're goofy and the designs are just completely out there, mainly for Kurrgo though. When I first saw him I thought his big head was just covered in wrinkly skin, until I realized it's covered in fur. I also like that his robot is just called Kurrgo's Robot, instead of Kurrgbot, not every villain needs a Doombot, or a Lexbot. I also love that the main problem for Kurrgo is that his people only have two spaceships, and they could have gone anywhere in the universe but they went to Earth. Anyway they're pretty fun villains.

Alright that's all for this post, we'll also be taking a short break away from the Fantastic Four as we expand the Hero roster of the Marvel Universe. The next hero we will be taking a look at might astonish you. Until next time.

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[azurelyy]

kakashi!!

Hi, sweetheart! <3 One Copy Cat Ninja, coming right up!

1: sexuality headcanon

Kakashi isn't as experienced as people make him out to be. The main reason he's good in bed is because of all the porn he reads. That and he is just ~naturally gifted~ lol. But seriously, I don't imagine him having many notches on his bedpost. He most certainty isn't a fuck boy - he doesn't have the time, energy, or patience for that. No, if you're lucky enough to get with Kakashi then it's because he has an overwhelming attraction to you, and finds your personality addictive.

2: otp

I don't ship him with anyone in the canon show, tbh. Does @delirious-donna count? 😂 I am going to say so!

3: brotp

Gai! Come on! There is no other answer. These two are the best of fucking friends, and Kakashi knows it. He can deny it all he wants, but I know the truth.

4: notp

KakaSaku if we're sticking to canon where he was her fucking Sensei. I recently have opened my brain up to reading fics about them that alter the canon timeline, because honestly, it's some of the best written out there and I am starved for good Kakashi content that isn't y/n. I AM SORRY BUT THE FACTS ARE THE FACTS. Sometimes, you just want a third person story.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Kakashi literally doesn't stop. Even if he feels like shit, or is so sick he's struggling to keep his eyes open, he will still get out of bed and attempt to do whatever he had on his to-do list for that day. His partner will need to literally force him to stay home, and even then there's no way he is staying in bed. The second their eyes are off him, he's up trying to do chores around the house.

6: favorite line from this character

"Today, I got lost on the road of life." Iconic.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

There are so many to choose from... Unfortunately, I am going to have to go with the sort of sad option here and say I relate to how distant he can be when first meeting people. Basically, he and I share a trauma response lol. Maybe we could help each other get over it!

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I will never get over the fact that he did this. Ever. It is burned into my brain.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

He's a problematic KING. But we love him for it. It's okay, Kakashi - we're all a little fucked up in our own ways. <3

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector’s Edition:  Amor Fati(gue) AUs

Part 2 is here, baby! Woo! Amor Fati canon-divergent-and-AUs time!

Loose chronological timeline below~.

Canon-Divergent Fics

Maria Nicole’s Off Center

“Once, she had fallen before him, her lips forming the word, "you," as she fell, contempt in her closing eyes. Before her gaze, he had felt unnerved and guilty, although he had not betrayed her, although what he had done, he had done to save her.

The guilt was worse now that he had betrayed her, betrayed both of them, and her eyes did not close this time as she accused both him and Diana Fowley of being liars.””

Skinner is forced to work against Scully as she prepares to leave for Africa. His guilt is intensified when Scully catches on and withdraws all trust.

@greekowl87′s (Ao3)

Kisses Are Meant to Be Distracting

““Scully disappeared back out to his apartment. She could hear the shower turning on and could swear she could also hear him ‘Walking on Sunshine’ off-key. She bit her lip and smiled to herself. Despite her initial confusion on where to turn, she recalled Mulder’s words…his touchstone, his constant…and for the first time in their seven years, she had never been happier. Granted his situation warranted that they stay slow with their new development, but it wouldn’t be their thing if it didn’t go slow.””

Mulder’s recovery is sweetened by his budding relationship with Scully.

Voices in the Dark

““Mulder?”

“You hated me. You said I gave up. You left me. I deserved it too.”

“Mulder…” Like a ghost, she maneuvered herself so they were looking at each other face to face. “Look at me.” Their eyes met. In the nightlight from the street lights below, Scully could see Mulder’s own tears. “Oh, Mulder.””

Mulder finally opens up about his vision; and Scully immediately dispels any loathsome thoughts he has about himself by affirming her loyalty and love.

@bluesamutra/bluesamutra’s una via 

““Go outside,” she says nudging Dana’s hip, “Bill has been on his best behavior but I’m sure Fox came to spend time with you, not your brothers.”

Dana presses a kiss on her forehead and rises from the arm of the chair.  

“Thanks Mom,” she murmurs.

Moments later, Margaret watches as Dana picks her way carefully across the lawn in those perilously high-heels she insists on wearing, her black overcoat wrapped tightly around her.  The sky is darkening rapidly, the far end of the garden where the lawn gives way to trees and the Patapsco River beyond, almost completely obscured.  Snow has begun to fall, swirling around and glowing in the glare from the coach lanterns.””

Post recovery, Mulder joins Scully for Christmas and gets involved in family bonding, saving Matthew from dramatically drowning late at night, winning Bill’s respect, and soaking up acceptance and love.  

AUs 

Diana Alexander’s Kaleidoscope Visions

““Not really, Scully, if you think about it.  If the mind has received so much information that it's incapable of receiving more, it does one of two things.  It either represses it or takes it into an arena that it can handle.  Apparently this is the arena where our minds agreed that we could handle.””

Scully is still in Africa... but somehow can communicate with Mulder via telepathy. He, of course, has a theory.

Shoshana’s

Guardian Angel

““I had been asleep most of the last forty-eight hours, finally knocked out by the barbiturates in my system. They had found no signs of a tumor, just signs of extremely abnormal brain function, as yet unexplained.  I am blown away by the grasp Mrs. Scully has of the situation; she is rattling off every detail with an authoritative poise that I have only seen in her daughter's demeanor.  

I make no attempt to speak, just nodding my head occasionally to show that I am indeed listening and comprehending every word of her monologue.””

Mulder’s pain disspiates after Scully kicks Diana out and leaves him in the care of her mother and TLG. He blearily waits for her return from Africa.

Safe Haven

““I tell the guys to just wait a couple minutes while I grab a wheelchair and enter Mulder's private room, a room I had fought hard to get him, along with a treatment plan that included fewer drugs and fewer unwelcome visitors. Banning Diana Fowley may have been seen as the actions of a jealous woman, but I was still not convinced that she hadn't exacerbated his condition by slipping some drug into his bloodstream.  I could see right through her concern.  I knew she still worked for the Consortium, whatever still remained of it.””

Scully returns from Africa, victorious-- hailed by TLG, and sneak-hugged by an incredibly happy Mulder.  

Gwendolyn’s Temporary Shelter 

““It isn't proximity, then? You're hearing thoughts from people further away?" It was a new twist she hadn't even considered before.

"Not exactly." He wore the enigmatic expression he donned when he was holding some new mystery close to him, unwilling to share.

"Then what?" she asked.

"I don't think we're necessarily the only ones here."

Scully springs Mulder from the hospital to hide out in Africa, hoping to secure his safety while she digs for answers. In his isolation, Mulder uncovers the journal of a woman whose fate was also tied up in the mystery of the buried spaceship.

Amatia’s Midnight on the Firing Line

““I've seen this before, in Russia. Look, if you don't believe me, fine. But Agent Mulder must, because that's my name on your hand."

Skinner sighed, and nodded. Krycek filled the syringe, and injected it into the IV bag of saline. He handed Skinner the other bottle. "You've got to do it again when they replace the IV."

Skinner slid the bottle into his pocket, and looked down at Mulder, who was becoming more aware. "Agent Mulder?" he asked.

"Krycek's gotta get out of here," Mulder said, his voice raspy. "Diana's coming."

Mulder breaks out of the hospital with the help of Skinner and Krycek; but unfortunately, no one is ever truly “free” with the Syndicate right behind.

@atths--twice’s (Ao3, Alt. Ao3, FFN)

A Slightly Different Path - Chapter 3 - Constant Love

““After she left, he felt so alone, his mind buzzing. He had more nightmares, not wanting to rely solely on the painkillers to help him sleep. He would call her sobbing, needing to hear her voice, to know she was not dead, her blood running across the floor as he had just dreamt. Or her face blue from choking, or her body only bones and found in a shallow grave.

She took every call, talking to him until he stopped crying, telling him repeatedly that she was there and she was okay.””

Mulder is tortured by nightmares as he slowly recovers; but his reflection through his trauma gives him a beautiful analogy for his (*gasp*) wife Scully. 

While recovering, Mulder’s continuous nightmares enable him to fully translate his newfound contentment to his (*gasp*) secret wife Scully. Peace is achieved. 

Sarah Segretti’s (Ao3) A Less Certain World (Ao3) 

“"No, Mulder. I looked. I know your scars. I saw nothing new. And your blood work in the hospital showed nothing I considered unusual." So I escaped Skinner's fate, then. "What, then?" My voice wobbles. Her eyes are still full. "I'm afraid -" And so am I, because that’s the second time today she’s admitted to an emotion she never admits she has - "I'm afraid the enhanced brain activity and the medications and the tests may have caused -" She stops, licks her lips, takes a breath. Her voice is very small. "Brain damage." Everything goes white and silent for a moment. Was this what it was like for her to hear the word "cancer"? She’s still talking - about having me tested, about finally taking me to a neurologist or two, how she should have done this before but I was in no mental shape - and her words slide past me like drops of rain down a windshield. Nothing sticks except those two words.””

Mulder’s sluggish recovery is shaken when Scully finally confesses that she, TLG, and Skinner performed remote brain surgery via the Biogenesis map, which gave him permanent brain damage. He begins to drown in fear, PTSD, and the implications of aliens blueprinting his genome while Scully scrambles to aid the newly-formed Resistance and reconfigure a cure for Mulder.

Magnifique! This fic isn’t about the bigger plot happening in the background: it’s about Mulder’s trauma in the face of irrevocable change and fear that he will lose his self-identity, too.

fxthisit’s You’re It

““What’s there to talk about?” She got her coat, “I’m not abandoning you, Mulder, if you are worried about that. I don’t know about you, but my priority has always been my work and the X-files.” She started heading out the room before turning around at the doorway, regarding Mulder with a look. “We’re partners, Mulder. I still got your back. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the scene,” she turned around and walked away, leaving Mulder dazed with only the receding sound of her heels....””

Apparently, fate decided not to give Scully a break. Diana’s alive, and hands Mulder a vague “I’m better now” excuse... which he tries to make Scully accept. Instead, she gently withdraws, redraws lines, and continues her work... which almost leads her to her death. 

(And while Diana not being dead is a big fat bummer to end this list on, it IS in loose chronological order soooooo... format integrity!) 

Enjoy! 

[snuggles-and-struggles]

First up, horrorswap. I've been rotating it in my brain off and on lately, so I figured I'd start with one of the notes I'd made- oh lord almost two years ago WOW wait when is that art from. Oh man. Time is an illusion. Okay. Anyway.

Similar startings as how I usually do HF, Edge and Stretch met back underground, fell in love, and everything was cool and good. But then Tale suddenly lost contact with them, and they didn’t know what happened…until some time later, Fell surfaced. They quickly found out their timeline had merged with Tales, but that they could no longer contact Swap through the machine.

Eventually SF and TrF joined them on the surface, neither having met the others back underground. Years pass and Swap still hasn’t surfaced. Edge holds onto hope he has to, but time keeps dragging out.

It’s been long enough Edge is just about the only one still holding out hope, but he still has his job and life to tend to, and it hardly ever comes up he still wears the necklace Stretch gave him their first Gyftmas together, every day.

Then, something happens. The machine in Red and Toriel’s basement whirs to life and spits out two, incredibly fucked up monsters. The eventually dubbed Rust attacks Red initially, but Edge (who’d been visiting) gets between them, almost immediately recognizing “Stretch”. Rust is too out of it for it to register, and Red quickly incapacitates him before he can strike when Edge is in shock. “Blue” was already unconscious.

They’re both taken to receive medical treatment, both in pretty atrocious condition. When “Stretch” awakens, he starts to recognize the others, but…he’s pretty seriously traumatized. He’s sharp and a little cruel, seems to think this is some sort of dream or nightmare, not quite convinced it’s reality but not rejecting it either. Whatever happened, it’s obvious he’s been through the wringer. His body is mutated in some pretty serious ways, along with a lot of just outright damage, the worst of all being the gaping slice taken from his head. His right eye socket is full of diffuse magic, and he’s severely malnourished. “Blue"'s not much better off, and completely blind. Frankly, neither of them should still be alive, and yet.

As things slowly become more “real” to them, the newly dubbed Rust tries to reject Edge’s help. But Edge is nothing if not stubborn and full of love. He wears him down eventually, but the others are a bit worried for Edge, Red and Toriel especially.

Rust is pretty fucked in the head, to put it mildly (pun only slightly intended). He’s standoffish, aggressive…deranged at his worst times. And the newly dubbed Coal is really out of it at first, nor does he remember any of their old friends, so no one gets the context for what in the hell happened to them, as Rust would be more likely to chop his own arm off than talk about where they’d come from.

But they don’t see Rust with Edge when no one else is around. Yes, of course it’s incredibly rough at the beginning. There were probably many times Edge left the hospital disassociating and didn’t stop until he returned the next day. But as he slowly, slowly comes around, can’t break Edge with his bullshit, Rust…eases. Only around Edge and Coal, only. At first.

He can’t be released from the psych hospital until he proves he isn’t a danger to anyone, which takes...a while, but he softens to Edge, of course, for him, and it’s a hard fought battle, but Edge eventually convinces him to try. If not for his sake, then his brother's.

Rust eventually concedes, and stops fighting treatment. Coal’s memory is pretty shot, but he starts doing better, too, not nearly as volatile as Rust was at any point.

And eventually, Rust is permitted to be placed under a sort of conservatorship with Edge. It helps him stay on track, too, because if he fucks up, it comes back on Edge, so he really does intend to…mostly, keep on the straight and narrow.

And Edge loves him. He does. It’s incredibly hard sometimes, but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Stretch Rust. He moves in, while Coal moves in with Tale Asgore for company and help with his disabilities. And Rust really does improve. He’s mostly just quiet, his humors a lot more dark most of the time, but he’ll still crack jokes. He prefers to stick close to Edge if others are around, but if they aren’t, well. He can be a little clingy, but of course Edge doesn’t mind. Usually.

^ there was more to the note but it was just about a poly variant lol

I love them but man do they need sooo much therapy. I have a really sweet/sad convo wip between them I will post...at some point probably, but honestly I don't have much more actually written out for them, I just rotate them ✌️😔

[ridley-was-a-cat]

What I Watched This Fortnight – 9/17- 9/30

Space Adventure Cobra – RetroCrush added this to their streaming catalog just as everyone was posting their remembrances after the mangaka passed away, so I figured I should probably see what it was about. What I got was a interstellar romp featuring a blond-haired frat boy with a gun-arm and a smorgasbord of comic book villains and nearly naked women that entertained me despite my better judgement. It’s directed by Osamu Dezaki, with all the pastel freeze frames and three pans he was known for, and still looks pretty darn good for a 40-year-old anime. If you’re ever in the mood for a turn-your-brain-off sort of adventure peppered with smugly delivered one-liners, this should deliver the goods. 7/10

Project Blue Earth SOS – I found this one night while randomly poking around Crunchyroll’s library, and it’s a nice little retro-futuristic sci-fi that’s much better than its MAL score lets on. It’s set around the year 2000 in an alternate timeline Earth where humanity has developed powerful engines that allow for near-light speed travel, leading them to be targeted by an alien civilization bent on subjugating the planet. Rising up in opposition are two brilliant teenagers, one the son of the manufacturer of the powerful engines, and the other the son of astronauts killed in a space disaster years earlier, who work together with a quasi-governmental secret agency to drive them away. The art style is vibrant and colorful with a delightfully 1950s ray gun sci-fi vibe, and the story had lots of twists and turns and revelations straight out of a midcentury B-movie. 7/10

Initial D: Extra Stage – This two-episode OVA follows the driver of the blue Sileighty from Usui Pass as she faces down a challenge on the road and one in her love life. The first episode, Beyond Impact Blue, has her racing one of the Lan Evo drivers from the Emperors after he insults female drivers as a whole and challenges her to what he assumes will be an easy race for him. The second episode, Sentimental White, has her go on a date with one of the divers from the Night Kids, who suggests that he would want his girlfriend to give up a dangerous hobby like street racing, leading her to do some thinking about her life. I didn’t feel like the racing was as exciting as it was in the main series, and I don’t love this mangaka’s approach to writing female characters or romance content, but I did like watching Mako take control and set a path for herself. 7/10

Space Dandy – I don’t know what took me so long to watch this series, as an episodic space comedy directed by Shingo Natsume featuring dozens of top-tier animators and guest directors is completely my kind of food. It starts off a little dubiously with the title character monologuing about tits and asses before heading off to his favorite breastaurant, Boobies, but it was hard to stay mad at this charming idiot blundering his way around the galaxy with his talking vacuum cleaner robot sidekick and alien cat freeloader, Meow. Some of the episodes were fantastic sci-fi short stories that packed a ton of worldbuilding and creativity into 20 minutes, and others were just sort of okay monster-of-the-week episodes, with a thread of a overarching plot loosely connecting them. The art and animation varied a bit depending on who worked on the episode, but on the whole, it was very good work and a lot of fun to watch. 8/10

Gunbuster – The old anime nerds have been talking up this series ever since Discotek licensed it, and Crunchyroll added it to their catalog this week, so I watched it. If you watched Aim for the Ace and thought to yourself that it would be better if it had more mechs and titty fanservice, this is the show for you. The first episode is an almost frame-for-frame homage to the beginning episodes of Aim for the Ace, which is kind of amusing when all the girls were training to be mecha pilots to fight the alien horde. It had some solid space fights and substantial sci-fi scenarios, and I appreciated how big the stakes felt. I only wish there were fewer lovingly animated bouncing titties. 7/10

Sasaki and Miyano: Graduation – This is one of those movie sequels to a series that’s kind of hard to put a rating on. On the one hand, it’s more of the story I enjoy with the characters I love, and it’s great to see some of the moments I remember from the manga animated and acted out. On the other hand, however, it’s not structured like a movie in the least, and runs through the material pretty quickly, leaving the viewer little time to take in what they’ve seen. It’s basically just two more episodes smooshed together without an opening or ending song. If you like the series, you’ll like this, but it’s not a movie-length story with a dramatic arc that stands alone. 8/10

[obsidiancreates]

The Deadly Venom Liveblog

Wait, what? Karai is human again? Offscreen? Oh god they whiffed it...

EWWWW BRAIN WORM

God I love that Rocksteady is so happy to be named Rocksteady. Love him.

Wait so she's still a snake, but also not? This is why we don't do these offscreen.

I feel none of the tension they were hoping I'd feel... probably because... THEY DID ALL THE IMPORTANT SHIT OFFSCREEN

At least I have the bop of the theme song to soothe me

Is Leo doing really well, or is Splinter sick?

Okay yeah Splinter is still wounded.

Splinter was more fun in the first two seasons.

Oh okay he has magic. Yeah okay "technique" motherfucker that's a spell.

Casey I love you sweetie but you're ignoring April again. Are you ADHD as well? He might be ADHD as well.

Does her dad not like Casey?

Oh We In A Nightmare]OH SHE GOT POISONED

OH FUCK THAT BITE IS NASTY AND TERRIBLE

Casey why are you beatboxing to yourself while on patrol

YAY RETURN OF THE BIKE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS RETURN OF THE WAR BIKEEEEEEEEE

HE HAS MISSILES ON THE BIKE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Not only is he beatboxing, he's using his own name as the lyric.

Awwww Casey was trying to make friends! Oh he'll never get an alternative-style friend in Karai now after thi- ASK EHR OUT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!]Oh no! Casey's gonna get bit!

KISSED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

WHAT IS THIS I HATED ALL OF THAT

Why the hell did Kirby bring April to The Turtles by the way? Oh good he agrees

ONCE AGAIN DONNIE HAS TO DO A LITERAL MIRACLE CURE ALL BY HIMSELF WITH TONS OF PRESSURE ON HIM TO HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS

Sorry was Mikey about to suck Casey's butt. Okay who let the perverts write this episode?

WAIT LOL KIRBY IS ONLY AS TALL AS DONNIE HE'S ONLY 5 FOOT 6 INCHES THAT'S SO FUNNY TO ME oh no he's a little taller nevermind

KIRBY LEAVE DONNIE ALONE HE'S 16-17 YEARS OLD IF WE GO BY 1 SEASON = 1 YEAR AND HE'S ONLY 15 IF WE GO BY THE TIMELINE THE SHOW INSISTS ON I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE PANICKING ABOUT POSSIBLY LOSING YOUR DAUGHTER BUT STRESSING OUT THE ALREADY STRESSED TEENAGE BOY ISN'T GOING TO HELP HER

Yeah no this is just- this is just magic. This is spells. Splinter can do magic now.

Oh no, did they get bit in the water? Is there venom in the water? Why do they feel sick?

OH DONNIE IS A PINEAPPLE HEAD. HE STAYED AS ONE FOR THAT WHOLE RUNNING SHOT

Girl your venom is OP

OH GOD DID DONNIE HAVE A HEART ATTACK?!?!?!?! WHAT WAS WITH THE CHEST CLUTCHING

WHY'D YOU HANG CASEY UPSIDE DOWN HOW DARE

Slow, but then, within the hour? That's pretty fast Karai.

This plot is dumb. We did villain Karai, we don't need it again. Or let her be a villain outside of Shredder if you must. But this is stale.

PFFFFFFT "April, you must defeat the venom with Willpower." "... Oh god why did I bring her to TURTLES AND A RAT-" I just love Kirby's immediate panic after Splinter said that, my thoughts exactly man

So like. The Kraang are legit just. Gone? ... That kind of sucks. It's really good when Shredder and The Kraang are both there, I think it's getting stale now because it's only Shredder. ... I miss The Kraang.

Oh look Leo got bit twice more... but he's fighting it... I'm yawning.

It's magic, Karai. This show has magic now. I guess.

Oh that was a weird choice for the punch. ... Actually this whole sequence was weird.

Kirby's having a hell of a night, man. Magic Ninja Rat Man just healed his daughter who's half interdimensional alien.

Awwww Donnie arguing in Karai's favor since she's under mind control. See this is why I hated that part where he threw the can at Casey in Casey Jones vs The Underworld, multiple episodes establish Donnie as, largely, the Bleeding Heart of the group, and yeah he has moments of exception to that but generally he's not outright cruel. But that throwing thing was so... bully-like... ugh.

Leo unlocked the Healing Spells, his Mana leveled up. Multiclassing unlocked.

[generic-sonic-fan]

If you ever make the Silver fanfic you mentioned in the tags of your recent post I will eat that shit up and give you a chocolate chip cookie

Thank you so much! I think every Sonic fan should have a weirdass long-form fic kicking around in their brains. It's cathartic. Since you asked, though, let me tell you more about it because I don't trust myself to ever finish it.

It's some amalgamation of hurt/comfort and slowburn platonic relationships when, fresh off of some Unnamed Future-Ending Crisis, Silver shows up on Sonic's doorstep. Sonic is, understandably, a little concerned- didn't they just save the future already?

Yes, Silver explains. The future is safe. It's perfect, actually- complete with a brand-new, untraumatized Silver who lives in a loving home with adoptive parents. And while he's thrilled that a version of him is getting a normal life, it means that he doesn't exactly have anything to go back to.

He wants to stay with here. With Sonic, if that's okay.

This kickstarts a LONG recovery arc of Silver accompanying Sonic, Tails, and Amy on a journey to learn how to live in a world that isn't constantly on fire. It'll hit all the typical beats, such as "wow, the sky is so blue!" and "we have plenty of food?"

As Silver gets more acclimatized, he'll start helping Sonic and Co in their escapades with Eggman. I think Silver and Eggman would have an interesting dynamic, particularly with Silver telling him repeatedly that there's no timeline in which Eggman ever gets his "Egg Empire", which messes with Eggman's head more than any of Sonic's usual taunts.

This all culminates in a mission where Eggman baits Silver out to try and end his visit to this timeline permanently, shall we say. He falls for it, and the only reason he survives is a last-minute intervention from Shadow, who's been keeping an eye on Silver for a while now. Even then, though, Eggman manages to break Silver's inhibitor rings in the ensuing struggle.

Shadow gets Silver back to Sonic's place to recover, but that's when things start to go haywire. Silver's never had his inhibitors off- hell, he doesn't even know where in the future he got them, and in his mentally exhausted state after the big fight, he has very little control over his powers. Forget about just "sleep-floating", Silver is sleep-exploding. While Tails is scrambling to find some sort of explanation or solution, and Sonic at least gets Silver out of the house and to an open field where he can't break anything, Shadow takes one look at his own inhibitor rings, takes them off, and slaps them on Silver's wrists. The inhibitors strain under Silver's energy, but they hold. This allows Silver to calm down enough to pass the fuck out.

Chaos energy, Shadow remarks. He'd had his suspicions when he'd seen Silver on earlier occasions, and he's appalled that Silver seems to have such poor control over it. Sonic makes an obligatory joke about Shadow no longer being the ultimate life form, but instead of taking the bait, Shadow remarks that Silver might be stronger than the both of them.

Silver wakes up and, of course, apologizes profusely. Before Sonic or Tails can forgive him, Shadow cuts in and offers to teach Silver how to have better control of his powers without his inhibitors on. This kickstarts a training arc that explores my personal headcanons surrounding chaos powers, along with being bonding time between the two.

In the meantime, Tails is investigating why Shadow's inhibitors work on Silver at all. They shouldn't, Tails checked- Shadow trusted him with the ARK files a while ago and what they have to say about inhibitor rings is that they're specific to the DNA of the wearer. This results in Tails getting a DNA sample from Silver out of curiosity, comparing it the ARK files on Shadow's DNA, and. . .

Leading to my headcanons in this post.

Silver and Shadow, after the revelation, swear Tails to secrecy. They manage to keep it under wraps from Sonic for a little while until Sonic, observing the strange newfound closeness Shadow and Silver seem to have, makes an off comment about "quit being his dad, Shads," causing the two to make very awkward faces, giving the secret away immediately.

I don't really have much plot planned after that besides "generic platonic bonding" between the main three hedgehogs (though mostly Shadow and Silver). There'll probably be a scene where they head up to the ARK. There'll probably be a scene where Shadow angsts about being immortal- only to find that Silver's frankly not that worried about it, having been displaced from his original timeline so far already. Regardless, they both take comfort in the idea that they'll have each other.

A distant, distant epilogue this fic could have, and this is where things get really weird so hear me out- is a scene a few hundred years into the future. Shadow's found a partner, settled down, has a kid, and. . . Silver kinda becomes an uncle to himself? After verifying that they're not creating any paradoxes, Silver's basically able to help provide the life that he's always wanted to this timeline's younger self. Please imagine older Silver putting younger Silver on his shoulders and running around the house shouting "HE LIFTED HIS FIRST ROCK WITHOUT TOUCHING IT LOOK LOOK LOOK!"

So yeah. My weird little brain fic. Thank you, anon, for allowing me to ramble about it.