#i'll still have to take care of them when they're older and pay for everything

[nihilnovisubsole]

hey, gang! miss me? no? too bad, because i miss you. i think about you all the time. i hope the year has treated you well. this is, what, the third, fourth year i've done a year-in-review post? have i done more than that? it's after midnight. i can't be bothered to check. i fear a lot of the mysteries of getting older, but i will say, i don't mind that it's easier to shrug certain things off. i look back on all the times i hid from some scary fandom discourse and go, "god, why did i care?" it helps to have other things going on.

on the other hand, i guess 2024 was the year of finding out what happens when you put everything into your day job and leave nothing for the weekend. it was a wild year at work, which i assume is normal as a game ramps up to ship. i gave a lot, which was good! i'd be lying if i said it didn't take a lot out of me. important people at trade shows have now seen things i wrote! i got to work with voice actors! good news: a lot of your faves are great people! i also made, like, no progress on any of my own projects except the picrew, which i still chip away at. yes, i still draw. more on that later.

one or two people in my coworkers-turned-friends circle have broached the subject of occupational burnout and whether i've reached it yet. as i said last year, i remember what voltage burnout felt like, and it took a much weirder, angrier journey to get me there. it's kind that they're looking out for me, though. i think it's something all creative people could stand to keep an eye on. a buddy of mine even gave a GDC talk about it. it's a shame GDC is so stingy with access to its talks. at least this article has a great summary if you're interested in learning more.

there were other things, though. my mother broke her hip in june, which forced me into a caregiver role that i'm not suited to. don't worry, she's fine now. i love her, so it was important to me, but it didn't leave a lot of time to sit and write for fun. i started what i thought would be a casual fanfic project, wildly over-scoped it, and made a ton of work for myself. i outlined an original story about a difficult, personal subject and a culture i'm descended from, but not really familiar with. there's a lot of pressure to do it right, is what i'm saying. i'm taking the only path i can think of, which is to bury myself in research. the trouble is, a lot of the literature about this time and place is also very challenging, so it burns a lot of brain calories. it's a far cry from what usually gets me to start a story, which is "i want these characters to sleep together. let's see where it goes."

in a different time, i would've taken this struggle as an omen that i wasn't the right person to write this story and abandoned it. it's critical that i don't take the coward's way out this time if i'm going to honor the question i asked at the end of last year. "what is my work saying?" my mother told me the same thing a few months ago: "i think you're a good writer, you just need to find good things to say." i take that to mean i have to write closer to real experiences, which means including the parts i don't like: disappointment, loss, mistakes, uncertainty. i had all of this year to figure out how, and the evidence shows i didn't. i don't know what to say. "oh well?" maybe you can't put a deadline on these things. in the meantime, hercule and aida deserve more stories (it's an hercule and aida story), and i want more people to know about them, and maybe i can say something real through them.

this was also the year that i reckoned with the other side of "all it takes is money to make problems go away." i was able to travel, i mean really travel, for the first time. all it took was being able to throw a chunk of my salary at it. i had some shipping drama [sorry, not the romantic kind] where i had no choice but to pony up a ton of customs fees. my arm PT didn't work, so i'll have to try a specialist who's out of my insurance network and pay full price to see them. this must be what they call "being a successful adult." i thought it'd look different. i wanted to live in the city and have a hot, mysterious boyfriend. well, i can still live closer to the city if i keep saving up for that house, and maybe some hot, mysterious guy will take pity on me someday. do you think they like 32-year-olds who play video games and have flat chests? i went all the way to paris and still didn't find out. damn! 🤌

nah, i'm kidding. i mean, i'm not, but i have other things to worry about. as i mentioned above, things with my arm have taken a curious turn. after six and a half years of assuming i had tendinitis, i found out, not only is it likely not that, i may not be injured at all. the particulars of this theory get out into the weeds of neuromuscular science, so i'll only bore you with them if you want me to. the point is, if any of it holds water, it would go a long way toward explaining why none of the typical rest/heat/stretching/strengthening protocols have worked. it's actually unfathomable how much effort i've put into solving this mystery just so i can get back to drawing fictional people kissing. you can call my creative work boring or predictable or whatever you want, but never say i haven't committed to the bit.

i don't tend to read my previous years-in-review. this year, i did, because i sensed i was grappling with a lot of the same things as last year. there's nothing i hate like being repetitive. not that you would know from the way i keep writing the same three character archetypes. humor me here. i was all set to keep whining until i reminded myself how 2023 had gone, and i thought, "geez. it wasn't that bad." nobody i love died, for a start. my health is better. i have some unread books sitting around. as terrible as 2023 was, i survived it. if you're reading this, you did too.

so here's what i'm going to do. i think you should do it with me, though whether i'm in any position to give advice is up to you. i'm not going to make any predictions about whether 2025 will be bad or good. i'm just going to see what happens. deal? all right. we'll check in next year. you'd better be there!

[anaalnathrakhs]

it feels like another stupid fucking thing to get pressed about, since it's yknow, a normal thing and i'm the only weirdo in the world who would like to do different, but it doesn't feel great that my parents just go around telling people about my school results and whereabouts and stuff? like my graduation exams went better than the notes i'd been getting during the year, so i was pretty happy with it, but yknow, grandma's congratulating me about specific exams scores even though i didn't tell her anything, my dad's friends and coworkers know, my mom's side of the family knows... one time we attended an event in a city where i briefly went to a boarding school for very specific and complex and personal reasons, and my dad just starts referencing AH YEAH THAT'S WHERE MY KID WENT TO THAT SCHOOL to his (famously nosy) friends right in front of me like. like it's nothing. and god i know it's not MY info i know i can't tell them to not talk about stuff to their friends, i try to act normal about it in the moment, but yknow. thinking back on it. it's not super easy to know that they KNOW they've been told and nothing will ever make them unhear it. that things that happened to ME, in MY life, are public fucking knowledge and tying me a little more to these people.

[oikasugayama]

HOW HE F--KS YOU pt. 3

pt. 1 Dazai, Ranpo, Ango | pt. 2 Chuuya, Kunikida, Tachihara | pt. 3 Poe, Atsushi, Fukuzawa

SMUT AGAIN, gn!reader but multiple anatomies mentioned, MDNI

Poe

He fucks you submissively.

He whimpers. He whines. He cries. It just feels so good, he can't help it. He loves when you press him down into the mattress and fuck him. The weight of you on his hips holding him down while your cock/strap buries in his ass makes his whole body burn and tingle. When you lay on him and buck your hips repetitively, even if only shallowly, it makes him mewl and whine oh so prettily. He cums all over himself and the bed and makes such a mess and you tsk and tell him he has to clean it up before he's allowed to make you cum.

He was incredibly nervous the first time you started to get intimate. He almost backed out with tears in his eyes, saying he was just too nervous and he wasn't sure if he could please you, but you reeled him back into your arms and reassured him that you would help him figure things out. "I'll take good care of you, precious boy," you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine. You felt his erection against your leg and knew he liked you taking the lead, so you sank to your knees and once he gave you the green light you sweet talked him between sucking him dry.

He's only comfortable having sex at home, either yours or his. He's a creature of habit and of safe spaces, so he has to be somewhere he's very comfortable to start taking his clothes off and getting down. He gets more confident as time goes on and as he gets more practice, but he's still quite the sub for you.

He's calling you mommy if you identify as female. you can tell him to knock it off if you want.

When he takes the lead, he's very vanilla. He wants to eat you out and/or suck you dry, he wants to finger you and watch you squirm, he wants to fuck you and cum inside and tell you he'll make a pretty baby with you, though he always reassures you afterwards that he can pay for whatever necessary aftercare you need to avoid pregnancy, if that's what you require.

Atsushi

He fucks you obsessively.

If he could drown in your pussy/ass he would. He's diving in there headfirst every chance he gets. He loves when you wear dresses and skirts because he has easier access to your cunt. He'll dive under your skirt, tongue already out, lapping at your pussy like a dog drinking water. He gets so over excited that his hips are bucking even without anything for him to rut against.

When he fucks you doggy style, he fucks you doggy style. His arms are locked around your waist TIGHTLY, his back arched, he's panting and he's humping you as fast as he can, filling the air with obscene slapping sounds, moans, huffs, and whines. He thanks you for the use of your cunt/ass, telling you over and over "it's so good, thank you thank you, fuck, you're so good, baby please, I wanna cum, please can I cum?"

he! needs! praise! he needs you to tell him he's good, that he's making you feel good, that you're gonna cum because of him. He needs pets and kisses and your hands running through his hair. when he's feeling down and asks you for sex, you know the best position is lying on your sides facing each other, arms around each other, you kissing him and playing with his hair while he thrusts slowly, occasionally switching his cock for his hand to pleasure you then going back to his dick when his orgasm isn't so pent up. He likes to make these sweet sessions long because they're his favorite.

he likes sucking on your tits. even if you dont have any, he likes playing with your nipples. if your boobs are big and/or squishy, he's pawing at them every chance he gets, and he wants them in his mouth bad.

Fukuzawa

He fucks you expertly.

He's a good bit older than you, so he has more experience. After all, he's a lover not a fighter ;)

He makes everything feel special and sensual. He's the type to set up candles and gentle music and give you a full body massage before the first time you have sex. His hands gliding across your body, sneaking closer and closer to your crotch until finally his fingers are slipping inside/wrapping around you, making you moan his name out softly. he'll suck on your breasts, eat you out for a few minutes, and then fuck you (very responsibly with a condom) with confident, measured thrusts. he knoooows what he's doing ;)

He may occasionally joke that he's an old man, but he's still very fit and spry. No weak knees here, he's climbing on top of you or holding you up while having sex just like a "younger" guy would do.

He's theoretically against having sex anywhere that isn't home because it's very disrespectful, but sometimes his urges overtake his rational mind and he may ask you to come to the office in the middle of the day and it may or may not end up with you riding him in his office while the ADA employees are none the wiser on the other side of the door.

If you ever ask him to call you names or degrade you, he'll sternly tell you no, he doesn't like calling you names or being mean to you. But if you call him daddy... especially if he's already inside of you... he's getting a rush of arousal so strong it makes him cum instantly. he'll tell you not to do it again while blushing and secretly hoping that you will, so you hold onto it like a secret weapon. when you want him but he's busy, all you have to do is send him a tit pic and say "waiting for you, daddy <3" and he'll be home ASAP and bricked

[beatleskinkmeme]

Summer of Love Fanworks-a-thon Master Post

Please check out these fanworks and leave a comment!

Grateful for him by @johangeorghohman

5 + 1 things, 5 times George wished that Paul never met John (because George has a big fat schoolboy crush on Paul) + 1 time he was grateful that they did met

everything to be discovered by @backbenttulips

John and Paul exploring a romantic relationship with each other during the 2000s-2010s, and navigating life as famous old people and grandparents.

the size of a loneliness by @backbenttulips

Brian survives his overdose in 1967. John and Paul come stay to make sure he gets better, taking care of him in their own emotionally inept way.

Knocking at Your Door by @eveepe

5+1 fic. When they’re kids George learns that an easy way to calm Paul down when he’s getting the horrors is to give him a quick little kiss on the mouth. It becomes his go to method to soothe Paul when he needs to.

I Fancy Me Chances With You by @hootiepgh

Paul participates in a charity auction during the 70s. “Bid on a date with Paul McCartney” John pays an absurd amount of money to win. Paul is shocked. They go on the date and they’re both very awkward, neither are sure why John paid so much and what it entails.

I'll Never Do You No Harm by @hootiepgh

Aftermath of the "I want a divorce meeting," when Mal drives Paul home. Paul is broken and crying. Mal calls John and tells him how upset Paul is. John comes over. All the angst please!

But as the words are leaving his lips, a noise comes from behind by @hootiepgh

Mid-1969, Allen Klein and the Beatles are having a private meeting with Allen still trying to convince them to have him be their manager. He gets really frustrated and lashes out at one or all of them, and in an act of self defense Paul, Ringo, George, and John end up accidentally killing him. Afraid of what might happen if anyone finds out, they all agree to cover up their involvement in the crime. Their personal lives/ marriages start to crumble as they're forced to rely on each other as the only people they trust. Would like the inclusion of McLennon and George X Ringo

If I Needed Someone by @hootiepgh

Paul gets shot during the 1966 Memphis concert. John (doesn't) deals with the angst and the guilt.

Taking Trophies by @m1ssunderstanding

AU where John and Paul see each other sooner, forced into confrontation around 1971 when things were at their worst with John spewing his anger to the public and Paul taken aback by it. Of course this leads to some post-breakup, angsty, possessive sex.

Everybody Loves Somebody by @bewareofdarkness

Soulmark AU, the four of them are soulmates

invisible string by @scurator

McHarrison boat vibes on the Queen Mary for the Venus and Mars release party. Um, bonus points for George showing off that he won Bob Dylan in the divorce

deeper than oceans you run by @timrothencrantz

AU where they went through with doing Beatle island and establish their commune (?) or whatever the plan was. Polyamory ensues. This either fixes everything or makes everything worse (or somehow both)

yellow, orange, and blue, i love you by @menlove

Soulmates au where one sees colour for the first time when you touch your soulmate. I believe it would be fun to see how this would play out. This one could be a fic, a comic page or even an illustration where the boys realise what happened when they introduce themselves, whatever the artist prefers!

take it away by @monkberryfields

Younger John meets an older Paul at a record shop. Paul offers to teach John how to tune his guitar and play a few chords but at a price...

Posy by @ohjohnnysblog

Mclennon does a roleplay where they pretend John is a shy virgin groupie. Bottom! John

Banana Milkshakes and Armpit Hair by @crepesuzette2023

Will someone finally come on Paul's eyelashes?

I ain't no fool, and I don't take what I don't want by @crepesuzette2023

Mal and Paul make love al fresco during one of their trips. Paul wears nothing but the flimsy scarf he's seen wearing here.

all by design by @forthlin

the classic “john and paul do increasingly sexual things with each other while coming up with increasingly elaborate justifications for why it’s not gay” scenario, except they both DO know that it’s gay, they just each think they’re pulling a fast one by convincing the other one that this is normal guys-being-dudes behavior.

I've Just Seen a Face by @javelinbk

when John met Paul

Meeting on the Turret Stairs by @sleeper9

a John/Paul moment backstage (Hamburg/touring years/rooftop/artist's choice) based on the piece, Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton.

Oh no, he's beautiful by @sleeper9

The first time John wears his glasses around Paul he finally gets to actually see Paul's face and oh no, he's beautiful

Run For Your Life by @pie-of-flames

A recut of any footage into some kind of Beatles horror movie trailer (maybe Paul is dead?)

**This will be updated as we get more fanworks!!

[flightfoot]

recs for older/future ladynoir/time skip post show? like early to mid 20s where they're still ladybug and chat noir, i keep looking but can never really find anything except where chat noir goes off grid, but i think i'm just bad at it haha

Hm... yeah there are definitely some out there, though most of them are post-reveal. I dunno if that's what you're looking for, but I'll just see what I can find. I'm assuming, based on this description, that you're looking for something where Ladybug and Chat Noir are superheroes, and not a No Powers AU.

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Boulangerella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

I love a good fairy tale AU, and this is no exception. Aidanchaser started writing it before Season 5 came out, so it's wrong about some things. Most notably, Felix's posthumous father was a good and decent person here, and one of the twin rings is Felix's Amok while the other one is Adrien's Amok, instead of both of them being Adrien's Amok.

This was a well-crafted tale, with kwamis operating as Fae: they can give power, but only if the wielder gives something up to pay for it. For temporary usage of their power, it can be something small and innocuous, such as giving Plagg cheese in exchange for his help. More expansive uses of their power requires greater sacrifices however, even sacrificing more nebulous things such as memories or hope.

The kingdom's currently being terrorized by this unknown villain, Hawk Moth, as in the show. Ladybug and Chat Noir emerge to battle him, but for some reason (*cough, cough*), King Gabriel isn't fond of the superheroes and wants them captured.

Gabriel isn't the only threat out there, Lila's skulking around, hinting that she knows how to wake up Emilie from her mysterious illness, if only Adrien marries her. And she's not about to take no for an answer.

If you've been wanting a fairy tale/fantasy Miraculous AU, I recommend giving Boulangerella a shot!

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Through Yellow Eyes by @echo-has-queries

"Nooroo bleeds and Paris drowns in his blood." The day of the Blight, Paris bore witness to a horror too grand to comprehend. Only Chloé Bourgeois bore witness to a miracle. Marinette, Alya and the rest of Paris will need more than faith in Gimmi to survive. As the city's sanity hangs by a thread, bodies, minds, and souls are traded with the unknown in order to hold on to the things they each treasure most. Written for the AU Roulette Challenge 2024 with the prompt: Cosmic Horror AU

If you like Cosmic Horror (Lovecraftian I think? Though this isn't really my wheelhouse), then this is the story for you! I love seeing how Paris copes with the madness seeping through its streets, somehow going about daily life despite it all.

Kwamis here are more inhuman, more separated from humanity. There's no cute little miniature form to help bridge the gap. While humans can still meld with kwami, it's not all quite as firmly in the human's control as it normally is, and the side effects are worse. It doesn't help that the kwamis can't fully understand squishy little humans' wants, needs, or morality.

Like, as Ladybug, Marinette can't remember her human name, and her human concerns are somewhat muted. While as Marinette, she can't remember certain aspects of her time as Ladybug, and only regains those memories when she transforms again. She also has to be careful about restoring everything, as she can't just give Tikki a cookie and call it a day. Instead, she herself needs to eat enough to compensate for the lost energy, which can be a substantial portion of the goods in her parents' bakery.

As for Adrien... well, this is still going off of Sentimonster Adrien, though the ritual to create him went differently... and went wrong. But he is still Adrien.

Chloe's interesting as well, she's this sort of priest, this missionary for the kwamis, but her methods are... well, not the best. She still has a bunch of her canonical hangups, even though she IS somewhat helpful.

I love Alya in here, she's just desperately trying to figure out what's going on so that she can try to fix it, especially since Nino's one of the people who's been driven mad by the Blight. She does find some answers, and even ends up being partially responsible for Ladybug's creation and Chat's and Ladybug's subsequent fight against the worst effects of the Blight, but the risks, danger, and side effects she suffers are still significant. Though some of those side effects can be used to her advantage.

Anyway, I really enjoyed this AU and thought it was an interesting take on the subject, I highly recommend checking it out!

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Mamma Mia! by @ladynoirfanao3

When Marinette discovers she is pregnant, she is distressed to realize any of the three men she slept with in the recent past could be the father; Chat Noir, Ladybug’s partner and ex with whom she had gone through a tearful breakup - the mysterious Cat Walker, Ladybug’s rebound - or Adrien Agreste, Marinette’s current boyfriend. Bit of a twist on the base concept of Mamma Mia, where she doesn't realize all three potential fathers are, in fact, the same man.

So this is a fun little fic. I loved seeing Adrien and Marinette independently wrestle with the situation - Adrien, with maybe being the father of his former girlfriend's children (but maybe not), and Marinette, with needing to tell her former and current boyfriends that they might or might not be the father, and having to deal with a potential change in their relationship because of that.

Oh yeah, this fic is rated M, but the sexual content is relatively mild. The foreplay is detailed, but the actual sex is just implied.

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Fate, Destiny... A Hamster by @mostmagical

After finally moving into his very first apartment per Ladybug’s suggestion, Adrien discovers something no movie or TV show could have ever prepared him for: someone else's hamster.

Marinette was so excited to have her first pet. If only it would stop escaping!

At least now there’s an excuse to talk to the new neighbor.

(Adrienette Never Met AU)

Funnily enough, this is based on a true story. Specifically, the author’s own experience of having her hamster run out and be found by a neighbor.

Anyway, this is adorable! Marinette and Adrien become smitten with each other extremely quickly, with Marinette’s hamster keeping giving them reasons to talk. Very effective wing-hamster, that one XD. 

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I (Wish I) Knew You by @buggachat

University has been hard on Marinette. Making new friends and maintaining her grades is a lot easier said than done when she has to disappear at odd times to fight akumas. She's struggling, and with Alya away with family and Adrien painfully out of reach, she's never felt lonelier.

If only she could talk to someone who really understood her struggles... but it's not like Chat Noir would know anything about loneliness. Right?

Nice aged-up Ladynoir fic here! Marinette’s struggling with losing friends and lovers because of her flakiness due to her superhero activities, until at last she breaks down. Thankfully, Chat Noir’s there at least - and it soon turns out he’s got problems of his own that he’s been hiding.

There’s some fluff and angst, it’s mostly just the two of them navigating life, dealing with their feelings and talking things out.

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Tell Me Why You Love Me by @linnieluna

“Anyway, that piece of paper contains the name of this texting app. It’s completely anonymous, so you can download it, make your account with no attachments to your personal life, and communicate with me outside our suits. I included my username on the paper, too, so you can add me once you’re done."

Her partner skimmed through the words on the paper and nodded his head. “Brilliant as always, M’lady. I’m surprised we didn’t figure this out sooner within our superhero careers.”

“Yeah, it would’ve been nice to have this before, but hey, better late than never. Make sure not to have your phone screen on the messages if you’re going to leave it somewhere. We don’t want anyone reading our texts. Also, this is for emergencies only. No jokes or puns. I can only deal with you for so long.”

“I don’t know if I can agree to that last one,” he said.

Now 22 and working full-time, Marinette and Adrien seem to be getting busier and busier, which means fewer opportunities to keep track of akumas and show up on time. With the idea of using a messaging app to communicate with each other without revealing their identities, their lives immediately grew to be easier... until it wasn't.

This starts off as a mostly slice-of-life fluff fic, but about halfway through things turn dramatic when Monarch learns some things he really shouldn’t and takes action. I had a lot of fun with it as it was coming out, it’s worth a read.

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Wedding Belle by Ilioneththird

Monarch is gone but the Butterfly has taken his place. When an old schoolmate of Marinette’s from her Francois Dupont days gets upset that a couple who have been engaged for a long time still aren’t making any wedding plans, the Butterfly akumatizes her into Wedding Belle, a supervillain with the power to force couples to get married. Guess which other longstanding couples and “just friends” she will target 😉

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Love is Blind by @jennagrinsoverml

Tired of all of his potential girlfriends being blinded by his face, his fame and his name, Adrien takes a chance to compete on Love Is Blind: France, where he hopes that dating without seeing each other—or learning each other’s names—will finally help him to be lucky in love. What will he do when he realizes that his Lady is one of the contestants, however? And will he be able to win her heart where he’s never succeeded before? Meanwhile, Marinette is looking to meet the right guy after years of pining away for someone who has only ever seen her as a friend. She’s not entirely sure if she can fall in love with someone without seeing them, but the things that have always mattered to her most are the kinds of things that can’t be seen. What will she do when she realizes her heart is being pulled in two directions? And will she be ready to make a decision in time?

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Remember That Time When by @mostlovedgirl-writes

Twenty-two-year-old Marinette Agreste was looking forward to the anniversary trip she would be taking with her husband Adrien that weekend. Those plans are derailed when she wakes up in her old bedroom... and she’s seventeen again.

[coff-in]

hellooo!! :333 can i request the graves siblings with an older sibling (could be an older brother or gn idm!!) who refuses to participate in any of the weird incest-y bs andy and leyley have going on? i’d imagine growing up and raising them, reader initially had a sense of familial love for them which lead to ashley and andrew also being attached to them (and not in the family love kind…).

and when the whole shitshow that goes down in the game, reader is just like ‘oh hell naw…. 💀’ outright rebuking their siblings’ actions and saying how they’re embarrassed to even be related to them. trying to separate themselves as far away from their siblings. i wonder how the siblings would react with the stark change of their older sibling and kinda wanting their bond back and it turns into something yandere, obsessive thing especially with andrew and how he’s co-dependent towards reader isnfskkfskfkkf

thank u ❤️❤️

notes from coff-in: hellooo!! :3 oh this is so delicious, thank you 'nonnie for this meal! i saw the words 'yandere' and 'obsessive' and a part of my brain just started barking and running all over the place.

[masc] reader-insert, [reader] is about two years older than andrew

[reader] would have such a fucking time taking care of these two freaks, haha! he'd work together with andy taking care of leyley but at the end of the day, mrs graves lets them both know that if they want something they have to ask [reader]. their childhood is pretty cute for the most part. i'll leave it to you guys if you think [reader] gets involved with the nina incident. i personally think he might since he's the oldest, he has to accompany his siblings to make sure they're safe. they bury nina's body and he has to make them promise to NEVER speak of this again. "we don't know where she was or where she went. we never saw her today or yesterday." (maybe he participated in the blood oath, i'll leave that up to you guys)

andy and leyley love him as a familial love but i can also see how it becomes a more romantic love too. [reader] and andy are leyley's only friends to who actually care about her while andy appreciates the shared burden they carry that is taking care of leyley (not as in she herself is a burden but as in taking care of another person) and maybe andy likes the feeling that is having someone older looking out for him. idk how [reader] is able to be like... normal in this family, it's truly an accomplishment

i could also see the dynamic being shifted a little too? ashley is still a scapegoat used whenever something morally bad happens but the blame would/could then be transferred towards [reader] for not stopping ashley, since he's the oldest sibling and should be watching over her and andrew. it could give andrew some space or room to act up a bit since a majority of the siblings' responsibilities aren't shoved onto his shoulders anymore. just food for thought i guess

once quarantine happens, i think everything would be more of less the same? [reader] would let andrew into his bed because he genuinely wants to help andrew with his nightmares (something i think neither andrew or ashley really want to happen. nightmares give ashley leverage over andrew and they give andrew an excuse to cuddle and sleep (literally) with his siblings). the romantic comment andrew makes while starving will confuse [reader] a bit, "i guess it can be seen as romantic... being forever intertwined and such... but-- but that won't happen to us! i'll make sure of it, so don't worry." he has to pay extra attention to them when they're on the balcony now...

there are incestuous undertones throughout the entire game, but when episode 2 starts up [reader] is like "what 💀" HAHAHA!! look man they were raised to know better, not be better hahahaha! ah, sorry sorry. sexual comments or innuendos or slips are caught on by [reader] (or maybe even flat our ignored by him so he could pretend that everything's fine) and are sort of corrected? like "okay, calm down ashley" or "bloody hell andrew, fucking control yourself" with a face palm.

just thought about this. ashley also has leverage over [reader] since ever though he didn't actively participate in killing nina, he did "let it happen" and helped hide the body.

i lost track of time here, oops. once they get to the graves' house [reader] has a talk with mrs graves in the basement. he hates them, hates them. for having to raise his siblings when he was only like, 9 years old. do you know how hard that must be? being a single dad at fucking 9 years old with two children to take care of? IT FUCKING SUCKS and honestly FUCK MRS AND MR GRAVES FOR JUST SHOVING ANDREW AND ASHLEY ON TO HIM! "we can make this all go away" "I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY!" [reader] loves his siblings and yelling at his tied up parents feel very cathartic ngl.

assuming this is a burial route thing, [reader] would be fucking disgusted :3c i doubt he would leave andrew and ashley... since he also needs a new identity too but he does try to separate himself from their sibconnery. tries to avoid being all touchy feely and probably doesn't give that many praises or compliments to them anymore either and it makes andrew and ashley worry (whether or not they siblings fuck [reader] is also up to you guys)

like the burial route is about having trust in each other and exploring EVERY aspect of a bond and relationship, so [reader] rejecting that idea and even like, shying away? from it would raise some panic in the siblings, and i could see them trying to coax [reader] into degeneracy with them, you know? why give a fuck about what society thinks? look at how well it's gone for them; neglected, starved, hunted, CORNERED. they don't need society's approval or good graces or whatever the hell else. they just need each other, no?

(whenever i get better, bet your ass yandere graves' is going to be hard)

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coff-in

[nogenderbee]

Hi! Could I request the brothers + Diavolo with a reader that likes to cook or bake for them? Making bentos, dinner, etc.

Hello and that's really cute idea! I personally am not that good at cooking but it still was a lot of fun! So I hope you enjoy as well <3

Brothers+Diavolo with reader who like to cook/bake

⊱ Lucifer always appreciated how you loved cooking and baking since he always could count on you when you were on cooking duty that day

⊱ even when you wasn't on cooking duty, you always agreed to help others when they had theirs which often leaded to his brothers using you when they didn't wanted to cook

"YN, you need to stop agreeing on taking cooking duty for them, they're not busy, they're just lazy..."

⊱ if it ever happens that you will make a bento for him or just prepare any meal for him and him only, you can be sure he'll enjoy every bite of it

⊱ if you did it because he had a lot of work lately and was so overworked he didn't even had time to go down and eat with you and his brothers, it only makes him appreciate you more than he already does

"Thank you very much, although you didn't had to get out of your way just for this. I can very well take care of myself. But I still obviously appreciate it so thank you!"

⊱ the moment Mammon discovered how good you actually are at cooking and baking, he immediately thought about starting your own business, like restaurant of some sorts for example

⊱ he once actually tried to start his idea and basically got you into it promising you that it all will be alright but a certain older demon stopped him and gave him a lecture how he shouldn't use human and especially his lover

⊱ but expect him to ramble to you how he doesn't want to do all of this work by himself so you're usually there to keep him company and help him with some things, and don't worry he doesn't leave everything to you

"Oi, human! Keep an eye on that pot, will ya? Great Mammon has chopping to do!"

⊱ if it ever happens that you being him a bento, he'll act like he doesn't care when the truth is that he'll enjoy every bite of it and is willing to fight everyone and anyone who interrupts him while doing so

"It's for me? Of course you made a gift like that for THE Mammon!"

⊱ Levi knew you were good at cooking and baking so of course he asked you for help whenever he wanted to try making any food that he saw in anime or manga

⊱ but he also will sometimes ask you if you can take his cooking duty for him, but he doesn't do it often, only when he's in some game that's important to him

"YN! Please you have to save me! I have important game tournament today! Can you PLEAASE take cooking duty for me? I promise I'll make up for it!"

⊱ if you made him a meal because of how worried you were that he hasn't came out of his room much, he'd be sooo talent by this

⊱ after all he's just watching anime or playing games, you don't have to worry so much about grossy otaku like him

⊱ try feeding him with your own made meal while he's too into anime or game, he'll automatically open his mouth and swallow like it's nothing just to realize later what happened

"My Henry, you're truly the kindest person I ever met! Do you want to watch this with me?"

⊱ Satan may be manipulative but he would never use the fact that you can cook against you

⊱ I mean sure, he may have a lot more important things to do than cooking duty but you're also his lover, so faster he'll ask you for help in the kitchen

⊱ if you do help him, he'll definitely treat you to some cat cafe

"I have cooking duty today so would you mind helping me so I can finish all of it faster? I promise I'll pay you back somehow!"

⊱ if you ever give him any meal prepare just for him which probably would be a bento of some sorts then he'd love to enjoy it with either good book in his hand or with your company

⊱ if he'll eat with good book, you can be sute that he'll tell you later how it created a mood and made his book even more enjoyable than normally

⊱ if he'll eat around you tho, you can expect him to just compliment you from nowhere every couple minutes just to make sure you know he really appreciated it and enjoys it

"The food you made is really tasty, I hope you're aware of your abilities. Yes I know I said the same thing 3 minutes ago but it's true so I don't see a problem in repeating it."

⊱ whenever it was a new food trending on internet, Asmo immediately went to you to ask if you can prepare it for him so he can try this and post his opinion with some cute photos on his Devilgram

⊱ sometimes he does uses it against you tho... he'll ask you to help him with his cooking duty just to complain to you and tell the stupidest reasons why he can't cook today

"Darling but just look! Do you see my nails? I literally done them today and if I were to cook something then all my work would go on waste!"

⊱ if you ever make him any meal just for him then be ready for being spoiled in kisses and every kind of affection because at very least, first 5 minutes after receiving it, he'll spoil you with his love as thanks

⊱ also of course he MUST take million photos of food before eating it ESPECIALLY if you decorated it, but don't worry, he'll obviously tag you!

⊱ after that he enjoys every second of it and probably manages to get you to feed him and what's more important maybe even feed you

"C'mon don't you want to taste your amazing work? Or maybe I should use my mouth instead~"

⊱ Beel couldn't be happier when he discovered that your cooking is this good, he'd always end up asking you to making him something but for you it could be really tiring...

⊱ he sometimes things of asking you for help when he have his cooking duty just so he can taste your amazing cooking but at the same time he doesn't want to use you

⊱ but if he hasn't tasted your cooking in really long time, then he definitely will ask if you can help him prepare something

"Can you help me with my cooking duty today? I'd just really like your company and you always make meals taste better!"

⊱ if you ever make him a meal, he eats it in second complimenting your abilities and asking if you have any more so you better actually make a lot of him

⊱ no matter how much and how often he'll eat your food, he'll always appreciate it even if you make him the same dish over and over, it just always tastes good to him

"Mmm! It's tasty like everything you make! Do you maybe have some more?"

⊱ first thing that came into Belphies mind when he discovered that you can cook very good was using asking you for help when he's on his cooking duty

⊱ he won't play in any manipulation and stuff, he'll go to kitchen with you and there he'll tell you that he's too tired for this and will literally fall asleep on the floor

"I'm too tied for this... You're alright with doing it by yourself, right? I'll keep you company while napping... *immediately falls asleep*"

⊱ if you ever make some meal for him then he better not be asleep unless you want your food to get cold before he has a chance to eat it

⊱ if he's not asleep tho then he's going to actually enjoy it and stop himself from sleeping to spend some time with you

⊱ bonus points if you make something that's supposed to keep you awake, for him you better double it a few times and hope that it'll keep him awake for at least a minute

"It's very good... I'm sure Beel would also appreciate it, we should do picnic together sometime."

⊱ Diavolo was always impressed by how good you can cook, he even thinks your abilities may match Barbatos one day

⊱ if you ever agree to cook something at his castle or just help his butler with cooking meals, he'd be more than happy that he can taste meal made by 2 his favorite chefs

"It's certainly one of the best things I ever tasted! When you combine your abilities, you truly can make something incredible!"

⊱ if cooking and baking is generally your passion then he definitely will do his best to get some recipes from the best chefs and bakers

⊱ if you make something special for him and him only, he'd definitely love to show how grateful he is but spoiling you with gifts

"Ah another meal just for me? You truly are the nicest one I have met! Is there something in particular you'd be interested in as my gratitude?"

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[mackjlee9]

Kenny Rossmore x Male!Reader [Fluff]

part 2. »»»

Masterlist.

We're the Millers

Being the last one to get in, (M/n) closed the door and found a comfortable spot near Kenny, not really interested in anything else other than taking care of his best friend for the whole duration of this trip.

He almost couldn't believe he found himself involved in David's problems just because Kenny wanted to be part of the plan, and then that girl, Casey, joined in as well. She was -somewhat responsible- for everything that happened, at least in the way (M/n) viewed it.

If she had been getting robbed somewhere else, Kenny wouldn't have gone out to help her, and then it comes to the part where, if she hadn't run away from her parents' house, nothing would've happened.

But oh well, it was too late and useless to put the blame on everyone other than David. He was the drug dealer in the first place, he should've known better than to get between the robbers and the girl getting robbed.

In all honesty, he just didn't want to get Kenny into anything dangerous, perhaps he tried too hard. But no way was he gonna let Kenny go, all by himself, with someone like David Clark. Rose might be nice at times, but (M/n) never got along with her... And that was probably because Kenny was, somewhat, attracted to the older woman.

Well, there's no point in dwelling in the past, they're already wrapped in this whole mess. And he's winning fifty thousand dollars out of this job.

David was freaking mad when he heard him, "50k?! What do you need so much money for?! You're just a kid!"

"I need to pay for my and Kenny's university fees, David, so you pay me... Or I'll tell your boss and... The DEA," in the end, they made a deal.

And now, he was stuck in a situation that could've easily been avoided, but Kenny always had that "hero complex", he wanted to help and save everyone but alas it rarely ever worked, he might be over 6 feet tall, but he looks too innocent and naive still, so no one finds him intimidating.

"See? Even this loser here wants to see them!" The sound of Casey's voice caught his attention, and he looked up to glare at her. He was about to get up and make her apologize for calling Kenny "loser", but she started chanting 'fireworks!' over and over again.

And David didn't like that, at all. He stopped the trailer and turned on his seat to look at every one. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening, and ultimately, decided to turn back to his phone, and his music.

After that, they continued with their way, but not without lighting up a single firework that (M/n) didn't bother coming out to watch.

//////

The four of them looked around the place, seeing all the drugs that had to be loaded in the trailer. It was definitely more than just a smidge... They were fucked, genuinely.

"Kenny, (M/n)... Watch the pot," and David left, along with Rose and Casey. (M/n) huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm gonna kill that stupid old man..." (M/n) mumbled to himself as they left and got in the RV again, along with a basket of fresh fruit brought in by Kenny, ready to cross the border back to the country. But of course, things weren't going to go smoothly when you had someone like David driving.

They were stopped by a cop, who thankfully accepted bribery but... They didn't have that money, at least not yet, but the officer was open to taking another kind of bribery. And of course, David saw his way out of this whole ordeal, only to have his dreams crushed when he was informed that...

The officer wasn't straight.

"Serves you right, asshole," (M/n) felt Kenny lightly tapping his shoulder, in a way to tell him to stay quiet or not say that about Mr.Clark, but he couldn't care less.

Ever since (M/n) found out Kenny had a drug dealer as a neighbour, he's made it his duty to stay with him and protect him from David, Kenny was too nice to see the bad in others, hence why he got picked on a lot in school, however, (M/n) was always there to stand up for him. It's been that way since they were kids, and he wasn't gonna stop now.

"Alright, Kenny... You're up," David stood up from his seat and took Kenny out of the RV, of course, (M/n) panicked and followed after them.

"Are you fucking serious, David?!" He walked out, screaming in rage, and David rolled his eyes, done with (M/n)'s attitude.

"Yes, I am serious, he can get us out of this mess-" (M/n) stood in front of Kenny, standing up to protect him.

"The mess that you got yourself involved in, so maybe you should go suck mister officer off yourself, instead of asking a kid to do it for you!" Kenny looked back and forth between his best friend and his fake dad, unsure of what to do, "He's not gonna do it."

"I'm not a kid-"

"Then I'm sure you can take his place," (M/n) stayed silent for a few seconds, his jaw clenched as he glared at David, glancing over his shoulder to stare at the police officer, waiting at a safe distance from them, "I doubt you would want Kenny to get arrested because you couldn't do something he could've done easily."

He took a few deep breaths, closing his hands tight in fists, "Fine... I'll do it."

"No, (M/n), you don't have to-" Kenny held (M/n)'s wrist, trying to pull him back, making the (h/c) haired male turn toward him.

"It's okay, Kenny, go back inside-" he glanced at David and saw him tapping his wristwatch, mouthing 'tic, tac' at him, "Just go back inside, please... Casey!" He called for the teen girl who stood by the open door next to Rose, "Don't let him out," while he dragged Kenny back into the RV, he ignored the blond's complaining, saying he could do it, that he didn't have to do this for him, but (M/n) ignored him and turned back to look at David, who had a smirk on his face.

He walked closer to him until they were face to face, and he glared at the old man.

"Make sure you add 10k to the fifty you owe me, asshole," and his smirk was gone, replaced by a frown.

"Depends on how good you do, kid," they began walking closer to the officer, and he could faintly hear Kenny calling for him from inside the RV, "Now, this what you're gonna do-."

"I know what I have to do old man," David looked at him with raised eyebrows but (M/n) didn't realize.

"Hey! What's going on?" The officer came by and stopped in front of them, "Somebody sucking my dick or am I getting a thousand pesos?"

(M/n) looked at the officer and then back at David, who looked baffled at the new word he heard, "Pesos? You are a fucking idiot!"

(M/n) paced around annoyed, watching how David gave a hundred bucks to the officer, who left them be after blowing him a kiss. He felt shivers down his spine and turned around, stumping his way back to the RV, where Casey and Rose had been waiting for them to come back.

He opened the door and walked past Kenny, heading to the back of the trailer and finding a comfortable spot to sit on. A few minutes later, he got bored of his phone and Kenny came in, sitting next to him.

"Thank you for... Taking my spot, you didn't have to do that, (M/n)," he looked at Kenny from the corner of his eye, slowly turning to look at him, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, "Were you really going to...? Y'know, suck him off?"

Kenny's question almost made (M/n) laugh, "Well, my plan was to punch him hard enough until he passed out so we could escape but... Didn't have to do that after all."

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(M/n) and Kenny were having fun in the back playing games on their phones together, when Casey came up to them with the Mexican sombreros.

And apparently, there was another RV right next to them, so she was ushering them to come out and be together.

"We're David and Rose Miller," he looked back and saw the three teens behind them, "My daughter, Casey," she leaned over to wave 'hello', "My son, Kenny, and his best friend, (M/n)."

Both of them leaned too, one less enthusiastic than the other, (M/n) wasn't good at meeting new people, he closed off easily in public so he hoped this was the only interaction they were gonna have with this family.

"Oh, it's so nice that you brought your son's best friend! I'm sure they are having fun together!" The lady in the other trailer exclaimed, as if moved by David's kindness, but judging by the smirk on his face, (M/n) knew he was gonna say something irrelevant.

"Well, his parents hate him and they're never home, so we took that role for them," David glanced back at him, ignoring how awkward he made the atmosphere with the unknown family next to them.

"Fuck you," he whispered in response and sat back down in one of the empty seats at the front.

Finally, it seemed like things were going by smoothly, but the car at the front was found with a pot, so now they had to wear their sombreros and smile wide like idiots just to pass as a nice family who came back from their vacation in Mexico.

But well, not everything seemed to be going to shit, seeing how illegal immigrants were crossing the border so the guards had more important stuff to worry about at the moment, so they made their way back into the RV and continued their way.

(M/n) put his phone to charge and sat next to Kenny, thinking of maybe taking a nap until they arrived, when David turned on the radio and Waterfalls began playing. He fixed his sitting position and looked at Kenny, knowing it was his favourite song, and he waited patiently to hear him sing and rap along with it.

Moments like this with Kenny, chill and lighthearted, never failed to enhance his feelings for him. Despite knowing how wrong it was to like his best friend as something more, (M/n) didn't really mind it, he could take the unrequited love any day if it was Kenny.

//////

(M/n) was looking out the window of the RV, lost in thought, completely unaware of how Rose, Casey and David were talking about Kenny, watching him talking to Melissa, the only child of the Fitzgerald family they found themselves camping with.

"She would be the luckiest girl..." The three of them stopped talking when they heard (M/n), watching Kenny with a sad look in his eyes, "He just has to be brave and say it."

David made eye contact with Casey and Rose, who shrugged and remained quiet, "I thought you liked Kenny?"

(M/n) scoffed a humourless laugh, trying to sound cheerful but failing, "Yeah... He's not into guys, believe me, I've tried, so..." He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, "I don't know, kinda gave up."

After that, the air got a little tense, until Rose convinced David to go out there and talk to Kenny, help him a little and (M/n) stood up, sitting on the steps of the RV as the door remained open, staring up at the night sky.

"Count to three and then do it, because you're gonna overthink it and that... Will drive you crazy," well, that wasn't a half bad advice coming from someone like David. (M/n) watched how the old man got up and Rose walked next to him, stepping out of the RV.

And there was Kenny, making his way back inside.

"Hey, you good?" He stood up and walked in, closing the door behind them and sitting on the empty sofa. Casey was sitting across from them, blasting her music and staring at her phone, "I saw... What happened with Melissa."

Kenny shifted awkwardly, but he noticed (M/n) wasn't looking at him, he was staring at the floor. Then he remembered how (M/n) had dated quite a few people so maybe he could explain to him what he could do, even if he got advice from David, someone his age, and his best friend, would give better advice. Or so he thought.

"Can you help me, (M/n)?" Kenny watched how he froze in place and slowly looked up at him, making eye contact, "Teach me how to kiss-"

He hurried to cover Kenny's mouth before he could keep talking, glancing over at Casey who was still minding her business, even so, (M/n) decided to drag Kenny to the back room of the RV, he didn't want her to hear and make fun of his best friend just because he hadn't had his first kiss yet.

They sat together and after making sure no one was coming with them, he looked at Kenny, a serious expression on his face.

"You want me... To teach you how to kiss?" (M/n) watched how he nodded frantically, licking his lips nervously, something that he didn't miss, although he tried to not make it obvious that he was staring at Kenny's glossy lips, "You know there's nothing I can teach you unless... I physically teach you, right?"

At that, Kenny seemed a little more hesitant, and (M/n) wanted to smack himself because he might've ruined his only chance to ever kiss Kenny, so he decided he was gonna count to three, and then say it. One... Two... Three.

"If you really wanna kiss Melissa I can teach you, it... Doesn't have to mean anything," (M/n) shrugged in a way to appear more nonchalant, but the truth is, his heart felt ready to burst, "We've been best friends for over ten years, a kiss is not gonna change that, Kenny."

"But... I don't want my first kiss to be with a guy," okay, that was kinda painful, but at least he didn't say he didn't want to do it because it was him.

(M/n) tried to come up with an excuse, something easy that could ease Kenny's nerves... Oh, he got it, "Well, we can just pretend it never happened, that way your first real kiss will be with Melissa," he chuckled in a way that seemed real, and he was glad Kenny bought his excuse and was convinced.

"If you put it like that..." Kenny looked at (M/n), seeing how he was patiently waiting for his response, "Okay," he sighed and fixed his sitting position, feeling incredibly tense.

(M/n) noticed and laughed, a real laugh, and turned to slightly face Kenny, placing his hands on the blond's shoulders, "Hey, relax, kissing a guy is no different than kissing a girl, alright?" Kenny nodded and took a deep, shaky breath, his body loosing up and shifting around to face (M/n) as well, "We'll stop when you feel like stopping, okay? Don't wanna scare you too bad."

He didn't want to admit that, in reality, (M/n) was trying to calm himself, he was beyond excited and scared shitless, he felt like he was gonna throw up from how much his stomach was tingling, and it felt like it was stuck in his throat, and he could only hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He was getting dizzy, the thought of getting to kiss Kenny, his best friend, and one-sided love made him extremely happy.

But it won't mean anything to Kenny, while it will be a dream come true for (M/n).

Despite all the experience he's had kissing girls and guys alike for the past few years, nothing could compare to this moment in time, he never felt his way, not even when he had his first kiss.

"Alright, first of... Close your eyes," Kenny squirmed while mumbling 'ah, yes', and closed his eyes. (M/n) could see how much he was shaking, whether it was because he was nervous or scared, he didn't know, all (M/n) knew was what he was feeling as he slowly leaned closer to Kenny, "You ready?" He whispered so as to not scare him, and he watched how he slowly nodded.

(M/n) leaned in and pressed his lips on Kenny's, his eyes closing as he closed his hands tightly, resisting the urge to hold his face and kiss him over and over again.

After a few seconds, Kenny backed away, and (M/n) was scared he might've done something wrong, "That's it?" He couldn't hold back his chuckle.

"Well, that was a peck, not really a kiss..." Kenny nodded and shifted closer to (M/n), "Kenny?"

"Can we do it? A kiss?" Oh my- the way Kenny's voice sounded and how he was looking at him with those green eyes almost made (M/n)'s brain short-circuit.

"S-sure, this is... Me teaching you how to kiss after all, you have to learn..." (M/n) felt himself getting more nervous when he realized Kenny was the one leaning in now.

"Can I try something?" Feeling Kenny's hand gently holding his face sent shivers down his spine, even if his touch was warm against his skin.

Scared of stuttering and letting Kenny know how this whole situation actually affected him, (M/n) nodded, feeling proud that Kenny would want to take the initiative this time around, even if it was at the expense of his poor heart.

And he soon felt Kenny's lips pressed on his again. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes, relaxing under Kenny's hold and letting him take the lead and set the pace. Although, as he was still learning, it was getting a little messy, so (M/n) couldn't help but let a small smile grow on his face, reaching his hand up to hold to Kenny's wrist, pulling away the slightest bit, their lips gracing and breaths mixing.

"Easy, no need to rush..." (M/n) noticed how rapid Kenny's breath was, and he pressed their foreheads together, "Breath slowly and through your nose, okay? You're doing good."

"Really?" Kenny's voice trembled and for a moment (M/n) thought there might be a possibility of him enjoying his kisses, but he didn't let that thought last, pushing it away where it wouldn't cause hope to rise.

"Really," and with that, Kenny held (M/n)'s face in both his hands, leaned in the few inches keeping them apart, and kissed again.

Their lips moved slowly against each other, and (M/n) tried to prevent his body from trembling at the sensation of Kenny's lips and touch on him, keeping his breathing as steady and levelled as he could while his mind and heart were racing against each other. His mind told him this was wrong and it would only cause him more pain when Kenny got together with Melissa. But his heart...

His heart told him to enjoy this moment they were having together, treasure it and never forget how gentle and sweet Kenny's kisses felt like.

After a few minutes, they pulled away, trying to steady their breathing the best they could, "Was that good?" (M/n) whispered, slightly pulling back to look into Kenny's eyes.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, as if he was in a daze, his sight stuck staring at (M/n)'s lips, "Can we keep going...?"

He almost choked with his spit, but he managed to hide it, and he nodded, "I told you... We'll stop when you feel like it, Kenny."

"Good, 'cause I don't want to stop."

The kisses that followed were more intense, more needy, filled with want and... Perhaps desire, maybe even a spark of love.

Kenny almost didn't want to admit it, but (M/n) was an amazing kisser, and he found himself just wanting more of him- of his best friend, completely unaware of how his thoughts regarding Melissa had completely abandoned his mind long ago. He could only think about continuing to make out with (M/n), enjoying their time without "parents" around.

[winchesterhymns]

Guard Dog

Day 1: Ethel Cain, Cycles / Ouroboros

801 words of samdean fic for the mini event for @holyfreaks birthday!!

Take the Ethel Cain prompt with a grain of salt (an inbred grain of salt) I think if she wrote a song, it'd be like this fr. I tried to keep this short and sweet, and I succeeded (can I get some applause please)!!

Inspired by this post! As well as this post and reblog, except instead of Sam being a voyeur, it's Dean >:3

Please enjoy! (Also I am NOT late, it's 11pm where I am, so ha)

Explicit!!

The sound of dogs barking startles me awake. It's those damn pit bulls on the other side of the road, I hear their chains rattle. I wouldn't really care about them or give them a second thought if it weren't for Sammy. Every time we walk home from school he sees them, he worries about their necks and how the chains might snap or how they might choke. I find myself thinking something similar from time to time now.

The wind breaks into our room and settles on my skin, my blanket must've come off during the night. The days have been getting hotter and hotter as summer approaches, it always surprises just how hot it can get in Nebraska. Sammy begged dad to let us stay so he could at least finish grade 9 here. I say it's a pain in the ass. 

Speaking of the little brat, I don't see him in his bed. I get up and look around the dark room, the lock on the door is still on its side and the keys are on the dresser, he hasn’t gone out. That's when I hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and all of a sudden, I gotta piss.

I stumble my way over to the worn, wooden door. The room is as shitty as all the others we've been in, only difference is there's two beds. Usually there would only be one, since it was cheaper and it'd just be me and Sammy. Of course though, Sammy's a growing boy, and growing boys need their own space, so he says. Most we could manage was another bed, no way in hell dad would let us spend money on a whole other room when we're already struggling with what we have.

I stop before my fist pounds away at the door. It's creaked open. 

I look in and see Sammy’s reflection in the mirror. He’s just sitting on the toilet, his pants down.

But… His hand is busy, swiftly moving up and down. There's sweat dripping down his forehead and his mouth is parted open, he almost looks…

Beautiful.

His features have always been sharper than mine, and his hair longer, he liked it that way – and no matter how much I hassled him about it – I did too.

I watch a little longer before quietly going back to bed. 

I'm proud of him. 

Everything seems to be in working order, as his older brother I gotta watch out for these things. I roll to my side and ignore the pain between my legs.

~~~

I was out getting some chips and soda for Sammy and I. We'd be having a movie marathon tonight, dad let us rent some movies, so we did. And since it was Friday, Sammy agreed. 

I'd been gone for too long, and Sammy said he wasn't feeling well, so I hurry and pay before going back to our room.

Three weeks.

I've been watching him for three weeks. 

Every night. 

Or well, every night he does it, which is only a few times a week. 

Just to make sure everything works, dad told me to look out for him, so that's what I'm doing. Honestly it'd be better if he were doing it with a girl. He's old enough now, why he's sitting around in the bathroom and diddling himself alone is beyond me. 

A girl has been stopping by though. She blonde with green eyes, some light freckles here and there, looks almost like a doll. Sammy says she's just there to work on a project. But sometimes I catch her pushing Sammy's hair from his face. Or Sammy touching her leg. They're bold doing that while I'm there, I'll give ‘em that. 

I take my keys out as my eyes land on our door, lucky room 13. 

The dogs are yapping away like always. But beyond that, I hear a moan…coming from inside.

My throat goes dry, my stomach tightens, and I immediately know what’s happening. 

I feel proud.

I peak through a crack in the curtains. Sammy's sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, he's facing me, his eyes closed. I watch his hands and the way they sit on the girls naked hips, he's helping her move. 

She's on top, moving like this is a rodeo and she's just tamed her first wild horse. She's persistent with her moves, and I can feel the pride surge within me. 

I see Sammy scrunch up his little nose, and from weeks of observation, I know he's close.

My baby brother’s healthy, and his body’s working the way it's supposed to, he's getting it on with girls. 

I'm truly proud.

I hear the dogs barking.

The chain snaps. 

And then I'm inside, pushing her off of him.

[apollo-likes-writing]

Some tips for my fellow fanfic writers who like to write with the Call of Duty lads! I'm not in the military myself (next year I'm going in the army as a combat medic tho) but I come from a military family. Older brother has served in the RAF for 12 years, my ex-stepdad for 22. My biological father served in the US Army and one of my mums was military police. I know a fair amount of shit that goes on (not saying I know everything though. I definitely don't). I'm gonna write a list of the stuff I have read in COD fiction that I've read that isn't entirely accurate and how to make them accurate. If you got any questions feel free to ask! Can't say I'll be able to answer everything though.

Please note that I'm mainly going to be using my knowledge about the Air Force and the Army in the UK. Some things I talk about may be different between the branches so take what I say with a pinch of salt.

Male and female accommodation are separated and if someone is found in the opposite sex's accommodation for any reason (with the exception of maintenance) there will be SERIOUS consequences (like you can get kicked out the military for that shit).

If any SA happens in the military and is brought to court it does NOT go down well. If the accused is guilty it's an immediate dishonourable discharge (and you don't want that because then your pension and shit you've worked for will go down the drain).

I've seen this in a lot of fics with König and Ghost and it really annoys me but Colonel is a higher rank than Lieutenant by a long shot. Like by five ranks (which doesn't sound like a lot but a colonel is one below a brigadier and those guys are fucking evil I swear).

Linked to the above but higher ranking officers do not call lower ranking officers by Sir or Ma'am. Being called that is a compliment and is to be payed by lower ranks when talking to higher ranks. If a high ranking officer talks to a low ranking officer, they'll call them by their rank or their last name/callsign.

Relationships between officers and their subordinates is basically a court marshall in the military if you're not careful. Unless you can prove that the relationship can work out (doesn't usually work) they'll usually move the couple into different sections/squads to keep them separated so they don't become hindered by personal issues. Either that or they'll kick em out. Relationships between two officers is very very very vaguely okay but is still very much frowned upon.

There is a funky term the military use to describe people between the ranks of Lance Corporal and Warrant Officer called "NCO". It's an acronym that stands for "Non-Comissioned Officer". If you're not commissioned that means you're not to be saluted because only commissioned officers can be saluted. Remember that people aren't saluting the person, they're saluting the cap badge on their beret because (if we use the UK as an example) the commission is given by the reigning monarch and you're saluting them instead as a sign of respect. Soap and Gaz are examples of NCOs because they're both Sergeants!

If you're caught bullying someone in the military you'll be immediately kicked out the military within the day so don't even try it.

SAS soldiers are medically trained even if they weren't a combat medic before they signed up for it. Every single member of the SAS is able to perform emergency first aid.

There's actually a bunch of Special Forces in the UK! One is the SAS which we've all heard of but another example is SBS (there's more but I cba to explain all of them). They are of the exact same calibre as the SAS except they're the naval version. They specialise in aquatic shit. There's also the Paratroopers (the guys who jump out of planes and are generally super badass) and the Commandos (also badass, but usually without the plane jumping), as well as a bunch of other acronyms that you're gonna have to research yourself because I can NOT remember them all.

Whenever you enter the Mess (the official name for the canteen or dining hall) headdress of any kind must be taken off as a sign of respect. It's basic mess etiquette. As well as this, you aren't supposed to go on your phone. Also, do not under any circumstances disrespect the chefs. You will regret it immediately. If we go back to the first point though even though Ghost, König, Horanji and all the other mask-wearing folks hide their faces, they're still supposed to remove their masks when they enter. So maybe adapt that into your stories by instead getting a companion of theirs to get food for them!

Sort of links to the above point, but whenever you're at a military base and you're outside, you need to put headdress on. It's compulsory. If they're in civilian clothing they don't (and it's discouraged) but if they're in their in uniform they're supposed to have their berets on.

With the exception of mask-wearing people probably, whenever you go inside you're supposed to take your berets off.

Lower ranks stand to attention when talking to a higher rank as a sign of respect.

You're supposed to be super polite to officers, so if for whatever reason you need to speak your mind or elaborate an idea you can say "Permission to speak freely/bluntly." If your officer is being a dick you can say "Please excuse the tone Sir/Ma'am, but..." but try not to because they'll probably be even more of a dick to you afterwards.

Gambling is a literal no-go unless you're off-duty and off base.

If military personnel go to an event such as a wedding or funeral, they are able to wear their formal parade uniform (if that's the correct term. Please correct me if I'm wrong). Also if someone is receiving a medal they'll also wear their formal shit with the rest of their medals. They would NOT wear civilian stuff like dresses or tuxedos.

This is first aid related but if someone is stabbed do NOT take the weapon out because that thing is the only thing keeping the casualty alive cuz it's blocking up the hole. Take it out and they'll bleed out in seconds.

Salute every officer within 2 meters/6ft of you unless you yourself are not wearing your headdress. If you aren't (e.g you're inside. You're supposed to stand to attention.

If you go inside and you go into an officers office, you put your beret on before you go in and salute them at the door. When you leave you salute them again, leave, take your beret off and go about your day.

If there are multiple officers in one room and you enter, when saluting you need to look at whoever has the highest rank in the room. In most cases in COD fics it'll be to Price, König or Alejandro.

Captain is a lower rank than Colonel.

Officers salute higher ranking officers. E.g- Ghost would salute Price but Price would salute Alejandro if they're deciding to be formal for some fucking reason.

When you salute an officer, the officer should salute back as a way of accepting the compliment.

During official parades, officers carry fucking SWORDS (I'm not joking, look it up).

Punctuality-wise, if you're early to something, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late and if you're late I will send flowers to your gravestone.

Damn this was long. If you got any questions feel free to drop them in my inbox! I'm always happy to answer queries about them. Please reblog so more people can see this!

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi again, hope you're having a good day :)

I'm so happy to find someone just as head over heels for Finn as I've been lol I adore your fics so much, I can't go a day without rereading them, you're so talented dear. I adore Red Tide even though I saw a lot of poor reviews for it I'm so glad I didn't let them stop me :D

As for my request, feel free to decline I'll understand completely but here it is: Harry Gardner x Reader (female if that's ok with you) and some domestic fluff. I'm leaving everything else up to your liking and ideas 🥰

Take care <3

I hope you enjoy dear! It's slightly hilarious I've congregated this little harry gardner fandom and i'm glad to provide <3 I hope you don't mind I did it headcanons style, I thought that would be most accurate to your request!

the silent domesticness of yours and harry's relationship is one to aspire for

he loves the quiet moments, the ones that no one else sees, the ones where you're still asleep and he can just stare at you

when he was younger he was a hopeless romantic at heart, being a writer and all

when his writing was more rooted in passion he always thought he would have that fairytale relationship

the ones that grand stories are written about

he found as he grew older, he wanted the ones that are so sweet and bland that they're usually just mentioned in passing in those big stories

the big stories have too much drama

when he was writing you would bring him coffee sometimes and sit beside him, reading your own book or doing your own things

the silence was the best of it. comfortable. not pushing him to pay attention but listening when he was stumped

"I can't figure this out," he murmured. He was staring at the computer screen like it would change for him. You looked up from your book, eyes droopy.

"Figure what out?"

"What the hell I'm trying to say here."

"Read it to me," you said, putting your book down on your chest. He turned to face you and cleared his throat before he started. He had your full attention. This is what marriage was supposed to be.

he tended to a life that was quiet, especially after the two of you moved out into the a small beach town

he could finally live out the silly dreams of being a husband by the town, the one who would get donuts if he woke up early and get decorations for anniversary's

living together was like a perfect little storm

perfect may be a stretch. it was like a storm that you both knew rather well

you would see his clothes on the ground and toss them into the hamper. he would close the toothpaste when you left it unscrewed. you would rearrange the fridge on Saturdays and he would wipe down the bedside tables, throwing away anything left behind.

he loves to cuddle

he loves to have his hands everywhere all the time, if you're making dinner of if you're just sitting beside him

hand on your leg, your arm, your side

even when you're out he likes to hold hands, even after the magic has faded a bit and the normalcy of marriage sits in

he doesn't ever not want to show you off. we're a unit. can you see that we're a unit?

You were falling asleep on the couch after a long day at work. The TV was on but you had stopped paying attention to it, only registering the drum of voices. You heard Harry walk in and you felt the dip in the couch. You opened your eyes a tad to see him leaning over so that he would lay on you.

You scoffed, preparing for him to take your breath away. He let out a groan as he got comfortable, slinging your leg around him, nestling his head into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his back.

"Do you know we have a bed?" he whispered. You giggled halfheartedly, your sleepiness not allowing anything else.

"So far. Too many steps."

you fall asleep there together because you can. Because no one is going to tell you not to.

you fall in love in those moments

when he makes your favorite food or buys something from the store he knows you would like even though you've never tried it. moments like those make everything else worth it <3

[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Twenty Seven Part One

Fraye shivers, the cold rain soaking through her tunic. It had been clear skys through most of the day as they road far from Clegane Keep. She had kept telling Sandor that rain would come and he just brushed her off and argued that she was wrong.

Now here they are, drenched in freezing rain and looking for any form of shelter. "I told you! Maybe next time, you'll believe me!", she scowled. He furrowed his brows, trying to show irritation but failing. All he can think to do is huff and hide the smirk on his face.

He missed her fiery personality. He missed her closeness. He missed everything about her. Less than half an hour later, the rain only gets heavier and they finally came across an inn. "Do you think it safe?", she asks. "Nowhere is safe.", he replies. "We have to get out of the rain or we'll catch our death, Sandor. If you keep your head down and let me do the talking, we may be fine. You are much more recognizable than me." "Not anymore.", he said simply, gesturing to her soaked gauzed body. She takes in a breath, "Still… You have a reputation. I don't… yet." He only nods, giving in to her pleading eyes. They'd been riding for a full day. They had left the Keep together in the early morning and now night has fallen. "Surely we're far enough for one night?", she wonders aloud. He doesn't reply, helping her down from Stranger. "I'll go see if they have room and board for the night.", she tells him. He takes her hand for a moment. "Be careful.", he says, worry flashing through his eyes. She smiles and moves to kiss his cheek. "I'll be fine.", she tells him. She fixes her soaked through cloak over herself, trying to hide as much of her injury as she can before making her way inside the wooden structure. She's glad of the dagger strapped to her belt when she's met with the eys of soldiers. They're hiding out from the rain. They stare at her with ill intent as she makes her way past them to an older woman behind the counter. "Hi, I was wondering if you had any room and board? Just until morning. My husband and I got trapped in this awful rain.", she smiles. "We have no rentable rooms left.", she replies, not caring to look at Fraye. "Do you have anything at all?" The woman thinks for a moment, knitting her brows. "There's an old bed in the attic. I don't usually rent out that room, though. Cramped and no room for a wash." Fraye sighs with relief. "It'll be just fine.", she tells her. She pays her what is owed and requests that their meals be brought to the room. Fraye wants to stay away from as many people as possible. The older woman obliges and hands Fraye the key. Fraye turns to see Sandor walking in just in time. The whole place seems to quiet when he enters. He ignores them, walking over to her. "Did you get a room?", he asks, not even batting an eye. "Yes I did, husband.", she replies, waving the key. He follows her up the stairs watching her from behind as they walk. He felt a tug in his heart when she called him her husband. He wished it were true. They get upstairs and find the string to the attic. Sandor grasps it, pulling on it to reveal wooden stairs leading up to the room. "This was all the lady had. I guess it's better than the wet ground.", she tells him before climbing the creaking stairs. She makes her way into the attic first, Sandor following. "I'd appreciate a bath but this is better than nothing.", Fraye says, pulling off her wet cloak. "The rain has washed enough.", is all he replies. She looks at him, just noticing all the blood and dirt did, in fact, wash off of him and his armor. Looking around the room, Fraye sees a bed in the corner with a table next to it. Along with that, a chair in the other corner, and a fireplace next to it. She moves and begans starting to the fire, hoping to let some light into the dark room as it warms them. Only a few moments later, they hear footsteps. They both turn to see a short, round boy wobbling up the stairs with two plates and cups of ale on a tray. "Your supper, sir.", he says, setting it on an empty table.

He doesn't say anything else as he looks at Sandor. Fraye can see the fear in the eyes of the young boy. "Thank you.", Fraye smiles at him, trying to ease him. He nods with a small smile before hurrying off. "Do you ever get tired of people staring?", Fraye asks. "I don't pay them mind.", he replies, pulling the stairs up so no one else can bother them for the night.

[ijustreallylikepirates]

Here’s another fanfic guys

I’m too lazy to write this little beginning piece that I always write but to sum this one up, Alec is sick, and Nick can’t really be around him but still takes care of him because he's gay for him <3

Enjoy, love you all <333

Disclaimer: swearing, emetophobia warning, mention of abuse

I groan as I get up from my knees on the bathroom floor. Jesus, where the hell did I catch the flu?

I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and flush the toilet, then quickly wash my hands. I adjust my glasses on my nose. I hold my arms, rubbing them quickly; Nick left the windows open to air out the germs from the house and to help with my excruciating body heat. But now I'm freezing, and the chills decided to pay my immune system a visit.

Oh, I just love being sick. Just makes my entire day!

As I walk out of the bathroom, slowly and my hands tightly gripping my arms, I see Nick in the kitchen cooking something. I stop and he looks up at me.

He smiles and says, "Throw up again?"

I just nod.

He shakes his head and says, "Go rest, baby. I'm making you something to eat. Just get comfortable and I'll be right in."

I don't even nod this time; I just groan and amble back to my bedroom slowly.

When I get into my room, I slowly place myself on the bed and pull my blanket up over my shoulders. I curl up into a ball on my side and lay there, shivering.

I turn over onto my back and exhale. I reach for my phone on my nightstand and turn it on.

I raise an eyebrow at the single notification that popped up on my screen about 5 minutes ago. It was a message on Instagram from @i.hate.nuns. Fiore.

I click on it and my phone screen opens to my Instagram inbox. The message simply states "Help me. Please."

I heart speeds up in my chest. I quickly type back, "Fiore? What's wrong?"

I place my phone face down on my blanket and stare up at my ceiling blankly. I'm actually worried about Fiore, even though she betrayed me in the season 1 finale of Disventure Camp. This must be something serious. God, I haven't seen her in so long. I wonder how much older she is.

My phone buzzes. I pick it up and read the next message: "My parents are abusing me. Help."

I stare at the message in disbelief. My hands shaking, I message back, "What are they doing to you?"

"They're forcing me to make dinner every night and do everything for them like a maid. They're also hitting me even if I do what they tell me to do."

I gasp quietly. "When's the next time you have school?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to pack some important stuff in your school backpack and bring it with you. I want you to go home with a friend and stay there until I can come to get you. Sound good?"

"Wait." A pause before her next message. "Are you saying you're going to adopt me?"

"Yeah."

"You mean you're going to fly here to the US to come get me tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. I have the flu, but once I'm completely better, I'll be there to get you."

"Seriously?"

"Trust me, Fiore. I know I was a terrible father to my own son but I promise me and Nick can be better parents to you than your own."

"Wait. Nick from season 1 of Disventure Camp?"

"Yeah. It's a long story."

"I don't care. You promise you'll come for me?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Anything to keep you safe."

She didn't message me back after that.

I place my phone back down on my bedside table and stare up at my ceiling, then let out a massive sigh. The motion made me nauseous but it's nothing too bad.

My doorknob slowly turns, and the door pushes open a crack. Nick peeks in, a small tray in his hand.

I look up at him and smile. He pushes the door open and smiles back at me.

"Oh, I thought you were asleep, baby! I brought you some toast and a little herbal tea. It's not much but it might help."

He places the tray at the foot of my bed. I blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it, holding his curled-up fist to his chest, blushing. My smile grows even larger, and I reach for the tray.

I sit up and pull it into my lap. I look over at my nightstand and grab the empty water glass. "Do you mind filling this up for me?"

I hold the glass out to him, and he slowly walks in and takes it.

"Oh, come on now, I don't bite!"

"Yeah, but your sickness is contagious!" He laughs. "I'll be back quickly."

He walks out of the room, as I pick up one of the pieces of toast from the tray and take a small bite.

Nick quickly comes back with the glass of water, complete with ice. Oh, he must pity me or something. He walks over and places it on my bedside table.

He rests the back of his hand against my forehead, as I lift the toast to my mouth and take another bite.

"Jesus Christ, you're burning up! I'm going to get you a cool towel to put on that giant fucking forehead of yours."

I just laugh. He walks out of the room, and I continue to eat my toast.

I hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Nick comes back into the room, folding a washcloth into a rectangle. He pushes my chest back a little and carefully places the cloth against my forehead.

"There. Does that feel better?" he says, holding the cloth against my forehead.

I didn't even notice I was sweating until the coldness of the cloth ran through my body. "Yeah, actually. Thank you."

"Anything for you, baby. Speaking of which, do you need anything else?"

"A kiss would be nice but I don't want to get you sick."

"Aw, baby. I'm going to fulfill that wish as many times as you want when you're feeling all better. You're going to never know what it feels like to be unloved ever again."

I blush. "Aw, stop. You're too sweet. I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. Try and get some rest, okay?"

He starts to leave the room, but Fiore's messages come to my mind. "Wait," I say, reaching out to him.

He turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. "What's up?"

I hesitate for a second. "Remember... remember Fiore?"

Nick rolls his eyes. "Oh God, why are you mentioning her?"

He sounds upset. Better make this quick. "Well... she just messages me on Instagram saying her parents are abusing her, and I told her I'd come get her and adopt her. I was just wondering... is that okay?"

Nick's scowl drops quickly. He takes a deep breath and says, "It's going to take a little getting used to, but I think I can handle it. No matter what she did in season 1, she doesn't deserve to go through that. She's just a kid. You told her about us, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure she was okay with me being around before I agreed."

"Oh, no. She had the same reaction as you did when I told her about you."

"Really. Wow."

"Mhm."

"When are you planning to pick her up?"

"As soon as I'm better."

"Wait, but don't we live in different countries? How are you going to get her?"

"I'm going to take a plane, obviously."

"Am I coming with you?"

"No, you stay here. It'll cost less money without your plane tickets involved."

"Tickets plural?"

"There and back? Dur."

"Oh, shut up. You know I can pay for everything."

"You don't have to. Plus, someone has to stay home and take care of Poppy."

"True." He looks down at his feet and smiles. "Speak of the devil."

He reaches down and picks Poppy up off the floor.

I smile as he places her at the foot of my bed. Poppy bounds over to me and climbs up my chest, licking my face. I grab her under her armpits and pick her up. She sticks her togue out at me in an attempt to lick me again.

"Poppy, I love your kisses, but you have smelly puppy breath." I laugh. "I don't want it all over my face."

Nick smiles and says, "Well, I'm going to go sit on the couch. Come get me if you need anything."

I put Poppy down on the bed, nod, and blow him a kiss. He pretends to catch it and holds his closed fist to his heart. He blows one back and I catch it, squeezing my fist tightly. He blushes, smiles, and closes the door.

I tuck myself into bed, blushing and smiling, still holding my fist closed against the invisible kiss. Poppy shoves her way under my blankets and cuddles up against my curled-up legs.

I held my fist against my face and eventually fell asleep.

...

I wake up to a knock on my bedroom door. I peek up at the door as Nick slowly opens it and peers inside.

He smiles when he sees my brown eyes looking up at him. "So, um. I have news, but I don't know if we would consider this good or bad news."

I just raise my eyebrows at him. "What do you mean?"

He laughs and says, "So I've been throwing up a lot. I think I got the flu as well."

I laugh. "Oh, sorry." I gasp. "Wait!"

Nick raises an eyebrow at me.

I smile widely and sit up quickly. The motion makes me a little lightheaded and nauseous, but I don't care. I hold my arms out to him like I was asking for a hug, and say, "That means we can cuddle and kiss again!"

The realization slowly creeps onto Nick's face, and his smile grows wider and wider. "Yeah... yeah! I'm going to get something more comfortable on; you wait right here!"

I laugh as he practically runs out of the room. Poppy emerges from under the blankets and stretches out. She yawns, and she makes a noise that sounds like Snoopy. I giggle.

I hear Nick running back down the hallway. He pushes the door open, and rushes over to the other side of my bed. He jumps in and tucks himself in.

I lay back down and turn to the side to face him. He scootches closer to me and wraps me up in his arm. I tuck my head into the spot between his neck and shoulder as I wrap my arms around his stomach.

He smells faintly of cinnamon. God, how I've missed feeling his touch.

He pulls away from me and takes my chin in his hand. He slowly pushes his lips against mine, and I waste no time kissing him back. I place my hands against his chest as we kiss, the fingers of his other hand tangling through my hair.

He lets go of the kiss and places his forehead against mine, smiling and closing his eyes. "I love you so much, Alec."

I blush and close my eyes as well, smiling. "I love you too, Nicky. God, I missed you so much."

"So did I. I missed kissing you."

"I just missed being near you."

"Oh, stop it." He hugs me tighter to him.

I put my head back in its original position in between his neck and shoulder. "It's true though."

He doesn't say anything, but I can feel his cheeks move up in a smile. Poppy shimmies her way in between our legs and curls up into a croissant shape.

Eventually, we all fell asleep.

THEM THEM THEM OMGGGGGG

sorry if this one was a little short or boring I didn’t really have much to work with on this one; I just thought it was a sweet concept

Anyways I really hoped you enjoyed this fic and more fanfics will be coming soon !!!

Ily all, have a good night ! CYA SILLIES !!! <3333

[pradnyesh1008]

Okay so get ready. This will be long.

1. How did I not know about you.. it's a honest to God sin.

2. I love your writing but above that I love your humor. From opening up the demo your personality kinda shown through and thank u for that cookie btw. Was delicious!!

3. Back to the writing Jesus.. how much writing you actually had to do. It was a huge demo. And that prologue setting the scene was very cool.

4. I love the dynamics in the MCs royal family. A dutiful MC yes stuck with responsibility as the crown heir while their siblings play yet still miss them. I like how you can be a very sweet older sibling and how for once the parents actually care. A king and queen that love their kids and although they have a house to represent still actually engage with their kids and not just ask them to put on a mask for the nobles. I love how different our siblings are. The Littlest one made me laugh lol

(Now I will say I didn't pass that damn speech Stat check and I have no clue how to. I tried everything so sorry insight there would be lovely)

I appreciated how a knowledgeable MC actually was useful and not just a smartass lording their intelligence over others. And how you can half pass the other stats lol

That whole festival/ball was a whole thing. And long with actual conversations with everyone I honestly can't wait to have those types of long conversations with the ROs when they show up.

What else was there... I also must admit I did miss a bit maybe during the leading up to the festival. Just because of the wall to wall text. I lack the ability to pay attention for tht long without engagement unfortunately so that could just Be a me thing 🤣 I hope you don't take that the wrong way.

But overall I think this is such a wonderful story. I have absolutely no fuckng clue where you are going with this and that's what intrigues me. And ooof I can't wait to meet the ROs. 😏😍

You honestly made me fall a bit inlove with this so I'm excited for more.

Wow, thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me! Your enthusiasm and genuine appreciation for the story mean the world to me, and I'm absolutely thrilled that you enjoyed it so much.

First off, I'm honored by your kind words, and I'm so glad you stumbled upon my writing. And I'm thrilled that my humor managed to shine through—what can I say, I love to sprinkle a little fun wherever I can! And I'm glad you enjoyed the cookie. As for the writing, let me tell you, it was a labor of love! Crafting that demo was no small feat, but it's all worth it when I hear how much you enjoyed it. And I'm thrilled that the prologue resonated with you—it's all about setting the stage for the adventure to come!

I'm thrilled that you enjoyed the dynamics within the MC's royal family. Creating a rich family dynamic was really important to me, and I'm glad it paid off! And don't worry about that pesky speech stat check—I'll make sure to give you some hints for next time!

I'm thrilled that you appreciated the usefulness of a knowledgeable MC and the flexibility in passing other stats. And I hear you on the festival/ball—that was a whole production, wasn't it? But I'm glad you're looking forward to those deep conversations with the ROs—they're going to be quite the ride!

And hey, I totally get it about the wall of text leading up to the festival. I'll definitely keep that in mind for future updates and try to keep things engaging from start to finish!

Thank you again for your kind words and your excitement for the story and the ROs. Your enthusiasm is what keeps me going, and I can't wait to share more of this adventure with you. Until then, stay tuned for updates, and get ready for more surprises and romance to come! 🚀✨

[inklyqueen]

Literally all the critics are so up in their egos

Also Spoiler warnings for the Mario movie because I'm crying and yk it's opening day I'm not that kind of bitch

I don't think many of them understand that they've got it made rn, and they've never experienced the world some of us are living in

And I don't mean it in a mental health sense or anything, I mean in an actual survival as an adult sense

I was literally surprised by how much I related to Mario specifically. He's the oldest. I'm the oldest of six (under a technicality, two of them are my dad's girlfriend's kids but yk). I'm sure his parents have preached that he needs to take care of and watch out for his younger brother (I'm assuming they're still twins in this universe, Mario was always the older twin in the games and other lore), and I've been preached that too. I'm the same way with my siblings as Mario is with Luigi. Throw trash at my sister, see that happens. "The more you fuck around, the more you're gonna find out." And at the end of the day, my parents will be only in my memories at some point, and all I'll have left is my siblings, granted if I never get married, have kids, etc (God willing I hope, not the point though) It seems to me that Mario is incredibly aware of that too, that one day they'll both be at an age where it's literally only him and Luigi and that they may literally be the only one the other has.

What also struck me was the set-up they showed with the boys. They still live with Mom and Dad, still in their childhood bedroom(s?), just trying to find their footing, I assume they want to be independent of their parents. They put their life savings into a commercial to get their company off the ground. I'm assuming they didn't have very much in the first place, especially from the speech their father gave about how "you can't just give up a steady job for a dream," and how Mario (at least specifically I'm assuming) can't hold down a job in the first place. How he's the one that's bringing Luigi down, as if Luigi can't make a decision for himself, and Mario's like his legal guardian or something. It very much seems to me that they've literally leaned on each other for almost everything more than their own parents, and that's screaming volumes for me.

I still live with my parents, and I get the same grief as well over how I haven't gotten it all figured out still. C*vid was zero help, I wasn't even a year out of high school when it hit, I was just starting college and things were not going very well. I'm just now figuring out my degree program, what I want, trying to get my career off the ground, and getting money back in the bank. I can't afford rent, God no, and I'm blessed to have a job that covers tuition now.

But it seems to me that critics don't understand that. For some reason they want this incredible fleshed-out character arc, plot and overreaching plot, Oscar and Emmy winning from day one piece, and besides the fact that this is technically intended for children, some of the ones I've read are literally making just under upper-to-upper class pay and lifestyles by being that judgemental. They don't have to worry about gas (or the electric bills if they have an electric car) in the tank or food on the table or making rent. One said that they "failed to give Mario a personality" (paraphrasing), when literally I'm seeing myself and my survival struggles in this short moustachioed plumber with older sibling anxiety.

Which, I'm pretty sure he's got a mild touch of GAD, or maybe that's me projecting. I'm not a licensed anything. Also added bonus points because I'm shorter than all of the siblings that are at an age to have actual height. One of my siblings is in high school rn and she's taller than me by a good eight inches. I'm six years older than her.

I'm literally out here doing the best I can with a $200 Insurance payment coming and $80 in the bank.

So yeah. Mario is a really good character.

So thankful for him.

[hypn0sssss]

I lost motivation, but I'm back!! This is another request from an IRL friend!

Requests are still open :)

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Words: 446 (I'll write longer ones soon, I promise :))

Fandom: N/A

Characters: Ikun, Tollin (original characters)

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Big Brother Instinct

TW: Verbal Abuse

You can also read this on AO3!

Poor Tollin (part 2). I tried alternating between he/him and they/them for Tollin, so I apologize if anything is confusing! I love taking comfort-y prompts and making them just hurt :3

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Ikun has never liked Tollin. Ever since their parents left and forced their older sister to take care of them, he's hated him. It was all his fault that their parents left.

As Tollin grew up, Ikun only started to hate them more. Their stupid hairstyle, the stupid hesitation that they do before saying anything. Anything they said felt grating on his ears. And what makes this even worse is that their sister adores them.

She's always babying him and making sure he's alright. What about Ikun? She pays attention to him, yes, but she always coddles Tollin. He's already 10, for crying out loud! He doesn't need to be babied anymore!

Tollin knows that Ikun hates them. But even then, they still try to talk to him in their dumbass voice. And everytime they try, he shoos them away. And every single time, they tear up like the pathetic person they are.

“...Um… did you want help…?”

“Fuck off, Tollin.”

“...I... I'm sorry.”

Then, their sister passed away. Tragically, unexpectedly. Her life was taken while she was so young. She was only 20 years old.

All Tollin wanted was comfort from his brother. All Ikun wanted was the opposite. Everything boiled up into one night. The night after her funeral.

It was raining that night. Of course it was, it was disgustingly fitting. Ikun was standing in front of his sister’s grave, looking down at it. His hands are shaking, and he grabs the umbrella in his hands tighter.

“...um… Ikun…?”

Of course it was Tollin. Their voice makes Ikun want to hurl, even more than normal.

“Go away. I don't want to deal with you right now.”

Unlike usual, Tollin doesn't flinch away. He walks up to Ikun, one of his hands hovering over one of Ikun's on the umbrella. He looks up at his older brother, tears stream down his face.

“...please… I… I don't want to be alone right now…”

Ikun looks down at Tollin, moving his hands away from Tollin's, drenching the younger with rain.

“Fuck off, Tollin! I don't give a shit! I never liked you! You don't deserve my fucking comfort! Leave! Go home!”

Tollin freezes, more tears streaming down their face. They cover their mouth, muffling sobs that start to escape. After a moment, they run off.

After that, the two didn't talk much, to Ikun's delight. Tollin stayed in their own sphere, and Ikun stayed in his. He soon started modeling, which was yet another excuse to be away from home.

He'd hear his coworkers talk about their “big brother instincts”, which he never understood. Why have the urge to protect his brother when they're so useless?