#it felt like a nice place to end it thank youuu

[darcyxpalmer]

FINISHED.

Darcy pointed out how calm Selin was and for a moment, she was worried there would be another freak out. Another jump to the conclusion that she was so calm because she was in on it all. Thankfully, it was just a simple curious question about how she was able to keep herself composed in a situation like this, rather than an inquiry about her role in all this. "It's…easy for me to keep myself centered when there's madness going on around me. I don't want my freak outs to influence anyone elses freak outs."

She wasn't sure how easy of an answer that was to follow, but honestly Selin had her family to thank (or blame?) for the ease in which she could slip into this role. When you spend your younger years with the expectations of being the bigger person, the grown up while looking after others, it made sense to her that she was the one to keep her composure while her siblings cried and fussed about their problems.

"Tell me about it." she chuckled at the pleasantries. "I guess, in a way it is nice to meet you. Better to meet someone then to wake up on this place all alone, don't you think?" Who knows what she would do if she woke up and suddenly couldn't find anyone? Selin didn't want to dwell on the terror that would cause, otherwise that fear would truly sink in and become reality.

They were getting on the right track though, neither of them spiraling, keeping up the optimism that they'll figure things out. There were answers here somewhere, and sure, it would be difficult to find right away, but it wasn't like there was no way to leave. And if they were gone for long enough someone will come looking for them, right? Selin kept on telling herself that yes, things would be okay, and the more she told herself that the more she would believe it. "Exactly. We'll figure it out. I know we will. One way or another, we'll get answers."

Truthfully, Selin didn't really think about her own injuries. She quickly looked herself over to make sure she wasn't ignoring any serious wounds, but for the most part she didn't look terribly hurt. "I think I'm okay. A little sore but I think that's normal. I don't see any blood so…it's okay, you don't have to apologize. It's a weird situation all around. Right now we should probably find a way off this boat though, see if we can figure out anything on land."

[beelinx]

Hi, how are you? I've a request for Percy Jackson, I just don't know if I want a headcanon or a oneshot, so I'll leave it to whatever you prefer, well, I've been thinking about something where the reader is Athena's daughter, so the reader is kind of a toy for Athena to use, and the reader has a terrible relationship with her father, like, really horrible. And she's having a bad day and all she wants is to hug Percy to know that she's loved, but maybe Percy is busy with something of his own, training or helping a friend of his and the reader doesn't want to be a bother, and she also doesn't know how to ask Percy for affection, so she just stays in Percy's company, following him around like a lost puppy, and eventually Percy realizes that something is wrong, then they hug and kiss and have lots of affection and cuteness.

Thank youuu🤍

a/n: hii tysm for the request ! 🫶 it was lovely and i hope i did it justice <3 warnings: fem!reader though it’s not stated very much. angst w/ a happy ending !! 1.4k words

the grounds of camp-half blood usually served as comfort to many half-bloods. it was a safe haven, a place away from monsters and somewhere to socialize with fellow demigods.

today, though, it felt everything but a safe haven for you.

well, you guess it was kinda nice to have time away from your father. it wasn’t uncommon by any means for demigods to have rocky relationships with their mortal parents. after all, they were mortal. it was incredibly difficult for them to truly comprehend anything their children are going through. 

or, sometimes they simply resented their child for how they came to be. because it’s not like the other parent is very present in their lives, so they’re basically a single parent.

your father, it seemed, resented you for that and everything else. all the opportunities you allegedly took away the very day your mother, athena, dropped you off at his door.

every day you spent at his home you seemed to get along worse. it was impossible to have a normal conversation without it ending up as an argument. an argument in which he simply refused to ever hear your side in, always believing himself to be so much smarter and superior. after all, that is why athena chose him.

no matter, you don’t need to give him any thought while you were at camp. here, you had a much bigger problem. a problem in the shape of your mother, the goddess of wisdom, athena.

it seemed that whenever she found an excuse, she would send you out on a quest. whether that is a really important and dangerous one, or a quest that felt as silly as buying groceries, it didn’t matter. because, truth is, you were basically a toy to her, always doing whatever she wanted.

it made you feel horrible, feeling like just a puppet in the grand game of the gods.

but you always had someone to brighten your day – your boyfriend, percy.

whenever you had one of your bad days, he always made sure to kiss you and hug you tightly, reminding you of how important you were to him and how much you mattered. he was always there, comforting you and making you laugh. percy felt like the light in the dark and twisted world of the gods.

today, your mother had given you another likely worthless task or quest for her, so all your previous feelings had once again emerged as strongly as ever.

so, naturally, today all you wanted was to be comforted by him.

however… percy seemed to be pretty occupied currently. with his training and how many campers constantly seeked his aid in training of their own, obviously wanting advice from the percy jackson — interrupting him now felt wrong. you’d feel horrible disturbing him now when he was so busy, especially since he was clearly enjoying himself.

instead, you opted for the next best thing: simply hanging around him.

percy’s company always had a way of cheering you up, even if he wasn’t fully acknowledging you. small comments like “that was fun, right?” and “did you hear what that guy said?” were around the few things he directed at you.

that’s fine, though. it was nice he was at least thinking of you.

still… you really wanted him to hug you. 

the longer you spent following around like a lost puppy, the more desperate you felt. you felt so alone, so helpless. but he was busy. and it wasn’t his duty to always be around to help and comfort you. yet it seemed that’s what you always asked of him. his company, his hugs, his warmth.

“babe,” percy’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. you snapped your head towards him and blinked away the tears pooling in your eyes. you hadn’t even noticed you were crying. “are you okay?”

“um, yeah,” you replied, your voice hoarse. “i was just…” you trailed off, not able to find the words for whatever excuse your mind started fabricating.

percy scrunched his eyebrows, worry clearly etched into his features. he turned around and bid goodbye to whatever camper he was helping train now – someone from the ares cabin, you thought you remembered when he first walked up.

immediately after the very grateful camper left, percy returned his full focus back on you. your eyes were trained to the ground, feeling slightly embarrassed now.

suddenly, you felt his strong arms wrap around you. your eyes widened for a second, slightly surprised at the random (but very needed) affection – but then you closed your eyes and hugged him back, welcoming the feeling. the warmth of his hugs was exactly what you were looking for and waiting for this whole day, and suddenly you felt those very same tears you banished less than a minute ago return to your eyes.

you sobbed on his shoulder for what felt like ages. he didn’t say anything; neither of you did. percy silently held you while you cried your heart out. only sign of movement from him was when he ran his fingers through your hair, a silent way of comfort you greatly appreciated. no campers were around to interrupt you. percy and that ares kid were the only people at the training grounds today – a fact you were incredibly grateful for now.

after what was either five minutes or a full hour, you slowly pulled away.

“i’m sorry,” you finally said. luckily, your voice didn’t break, but it was close to. “i shouldn’t have interrupted you. you were busy and i-”

“no.” he cut you off. “i’m never too busy for you.”

“but i interrupted you while you were helping some camper out,” you sniffled.

“i know,” he said, “and i don’t care.”

“percy-”

“you need to tell me when you’re feeling down, okay? i want to be here for you, and i would never ever be upset with you for telling me, even if you think you’re disturbing me,” he assured you.

you were able to squeak out a small “okay” before he tenderly grabbed the sides of your face and slowly brought your lips to his. percy’s kisses always had a way of making your heart feel like it was going to explode, no matter how many times you’ve kissed. he always put all his love in them, towards you.

you only broke away once you were lacking air; your foreheads stayed pressed against one another. your eyes remained closed, it helped you focus and calm down. once you opened them, you found percy was already staring at you. he sighed and gave you a quick peck on your lips before fully separating.

percy placed one hand on each of your shoulders, “i’ll go with you.”

“what?”

“whatever your mom wants you to do, i’ll help,” he said, looking already set on the idea. “or you could tell her you don’t want to, that you’re not a toy for her to mess with. whatever it is you want to do, i’ll be with you. ‘kay?”

you smiled softly at his words, tears already threatening to come back once again. his support made you feel stronger, and while you knew standing up to your mother was not going to be easy, you knew you’d have to do it eventually. you’re glad you wouldn’t have to do it alone, though. you’d never have to face any challenge alone, because he’ll always be there for you – even if all you need is just a quick hug.

your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in for another hug. “thank you.”

he laughed softly, hugging you back so tightly it almost felt like you were suffocating, “let’s go get some rest first, though. you look like you need a relaxing nap.”

you raised your eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“that i wanna cuddle?” he snickered, “or maybe that you need cuddles.”

you pulled away from the hug and rolled your eyes at him. “you,” you pointed a finger at his chest, “cannot be serious for one second, can you?”

“yes i can!”

“no, you really can’t,” you chuckled softly, “whatever, i like you just the way you are.”

it was his turn now to raise his eyebrows at you. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he said, imitating your tone for earlier.

“it means you’re a dunce.”

“hey!”

“kidding!” you laughed heartily.

he waited a bit for you to calm down from your laughing fit. then, he said, “race back to my cabin?”

you turned your gaze towards him, eyes already determined. well, it seemed he knew you well enough to know your competitive spirit loves a good race.

“you’re on, percy jackson.”

[moviecritc]

hii ! i was wondering if i could request a fanfic about Max verstappen and y/n —or you can give her a name UR CHOICE :) — anyways could you possibly follow the lines of them being complete strangers meeting in the Mexico GP, to becoming friends, then later on being lovers.

I’m not sure if you like to write sad stories but could you also possibly make a sad ending where towards the end they break up and whenever they are around eachother they act like complete strangers

Hopefully you take my request :) it was mainly inspired by a song called “strange” by Celeste !

Thank youuu !!

fortnight ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reporter!reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: bad boyfriend behaviour, angst (sort of)

a/n: it took me so long finishing this, and im not fully convinced with the result :( i also changed things a bit. anyways i loved the whole vibe, so maybe i write something similar soon

also this ended up giving massive fortnight by t swift vibes so i named it bc of that

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They were made for each other, or at least that's what everyone said. They had their first encounter at the Mexican Grand Prix. Y/N had been working as a reporter and interviewer for the races all season, but she had never had the chance to interview Max.

Mexico must have been one of Y/N's favorite places, all the culture, food, and people made her feel very welcomed. The race week in Mexico was the one she felt most nostalgic about once the season was over.

She arrived at the airport on Tuesday or Wednesday, she didn't quite remember, the only thing she remembered about her arrival in Mexico was the jet lag and that instead of grabbing her suitcase, she took Max Verstappen's.

She had always felt a certain intimidation towards him, by his way of driving and treating his teammates on the track. So, she was terrified to have to contact him. Surprisingly, it was Max who contacted her.

He called a few hours after she arrived at the hotel, she still wondered how he got her phone number and her name.

"Y/N L/N?" he asked. She recognized the voice and took a few seconds to process it. "I'm Max. I think I have your suitcase."

"Hello, yes. Uh, I think I have your suitcase too," She scratched her neck a bit.

"Ah, fantastic. Are you free now to exchange them?"

"Sure, yeah. Where?"

"I can come to your hotel, I don't want to cause you too much trouble," Max commented in a calm tone. That seemed like a super sweet gesture coming from him.

"Alright, I'll send you the location, come whenever you can," And they hung up.

Y/N was quite impressed by how nice Max had been, and that it was him who contacted her and offered to go to the hotel, even though she was the one who took the wrong suitcase.

Literally five minutes later they called her room phone, telling her that someone was asking for her. She went down with the suitcase immediately, meeting the pilot and his suitcase.

Max waved his hand a bit so she would know it was him, although Y/N knew perfectly well who he was. Max observed her, she had brown hair with lighter tips than the rest of her hair, probably from dyeing it in the past, and quite long curtain bangs. Somehow her face looked familiar to him, as if he had seen her before, but at the same time not.

"Hey, here you go," Y/N handed him the suitcase and they made the exchange. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, really, I didn't even realize it wasn't my suitcase,"

"It's okay, don't worry. Did you open the suitcase?" He slightly bit his lip.

"Well, yes. But I only saw the eight or nine Red Bull shirts, I realized it wasn't my suitcase," she said, smiling.

That made Max laugh. "Are you here for the race?"

"Well, yes, I'm a reporter for DAZN," Y/N nodded.

Max raised his chin a bit, understanding why the brunette looked so familiar. He looked around and then at his watch. "Are you busy now?"

Y/N blinked, was he…?

"No, not now," she pressed her lips, trying to hide a smile.

"Can I invite you for a coffee?" he smiled shyly.

"Oh," Y/N pondered for a few seconds what to tell him.

"If not, don't worry," Max spoke. Maybe she had been thinking about the answer for too long.

"No, of course. I'd love to,"

Was it a strange start? Yes. But only that afternoon they connected in such a strange way that it scared them. Y/N had two Siamese cats, Max had two Bengal cats. He spent hours on the sim, she could spend hours watching the same series, which wasn’t exactly the same, but close. They both supported FC Barcelona and the most surprising thing was that she had been on exchange in the Netherlands, at the same school Max was attending. The only thing was that he barely went to classes because he was going from championship to championship.

That afternoon it felt as if someone had made them meet, because it was too much of a coincidence to find someone so similar to you because of one suitcase.

"Will I see you in the paddock tomorrow?" Max asked, as they were saying goodbye.

"I hope so,"

"Stop by the Red Bull garage if you have time,"

Y/N nodded and bit her lip, still unable to believe the instant connection she had with Max. She even forgot she had terrible jet lag. At no point did she consider that this could end badly.

…

At the Brazil Grand Prix, they were already sharing a hotel room. Nobody knew yet that they were together so they could come and go as they pleased. Y/N was still a reporter for DAZN, although now that she spent so much time with Max her reports started to be shorter and with fewer details. She barely paid attention to the races, she stayed near the Red Bull garage, trying to see him when he entered the pits.

By that time, Y/N realized that maybe she was spending too much time with Max. In just those two weeks, Max had been pivoting between the sim and the hotel bed. At first, he said nice things to her and stayed with her for a while, asking her what she had been doing or what movie she was going to watch now. But the last time, he dressed immediately and went back to the sim.

Y/N even remembered how well they had connected and how comfortable she had felt, although it had only been fourteen days ago. She didn't even think about confronting him, after all, they were nothing, they never were.

Why? A serious relationship would only take up time that he could use for much more productive things for his career. That was better, even if it made the brunette feel as if he only wanted to satisfy himself with her.

"Max, it's late and I'm hungry, what if we go out for dinner?" Y/N entered her room where he had all the set up, it was the first time she saw it and she thought it was crazy that Max had all those screens, all those gadgets just to pretend to drive.

"I can't now, schat," he said, moving his hand a bit to try to make physical contact with her, but he didn't manage to because he didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"Well, remember we have the flight to Las Vegas tomorrow at noon. Come to bed soon," Y/N commented, looking at his crown.

She fell asleep before feeling Max's weight on the bed.

She didn't know why, but she really thought that in Vegas something would change, maybe because of the atmosphere or because it was the last races, maybe he would be slightly more relaxed now that he had practically won the championship. She even thought they would enter the paddock together, that she would have a fixed spot in the Red Bull garage or something, but a minimum of recognition from him towards her.

But it was quite the opposite. Max didn't show up in the paddock until Thursday afternoon while she had to be there since Tuesday. He made her take the plane alone and he didn't even text her when he landed. She had to find out he was already in Las Vegas when she saw him passing by her in the paddock and Y/N made a gesture to greet him, smile at him or make a simple gesture, but Max passed by without even looking at her.

That's when she realized she would have to confront him. He was behaving like a complete jerk, and Y/N was sure she wasn't the first woman who got fed up with him for that.

With a couple of calls and several messages, she managed to find out the hotel and the room where Max was staying. After a day full of interviews, Y/N went straight to the hotel address, knocking on his door.

"Hey, hello," he said, already in his pajamas and with a tired look. "I was thinking about you."

"Oh, me too," Seeing Max's hand on her waist, Y/N pulled away from him immediately.

Max raised his eyebrows at once, surprised by the abruptness of the brunette. "Are you alright?"

Y/N lowered her gaze slightly, choosing her words. Suddenly she was more than nervous to say something. "What… what are we?"

"In what sense?" he asked cautiously. He thought it was too soon for that conversation.

"What sense is it going to be?" she approached, realizing that Max probably was just a man like the rest, who had an unjustified fear of naming relationships.

"Uh," he said. Y/N blinked, waiting for a more complete sentence. "Do you want to make it public or something?"

Y/N ignored the 'or something', sticking only to the first words. She smiled a little, getting closer to Max.

"Is that what you want?" He asked again, putting his hands on her waist now that she let him.

"I would like that, yes," she nodded, before Max gave her a quick kiss. "You've been leaving me hanging for a few days."

"Schat, you know I have to train and prepare for the races," Max insisted, sliding his hands much lower than her waist.

Y/N was going to say something, but Max caught her lips and didn't let go until he felt satisfied.

On Friday they arrived together at the paddock, attracting attention from the media. They didn't talk much, she was afraid they would read her lips.

Y/N had to go with her team to interview the Ferrari team and they kissed in front of a couple of cameras as a goodbye. The image went viral in minutes. After finishing the interviews, she received a couple of comments from people around the paddock about how lucky Max was to have found her.

Y/N couldn't understand how he was the lucky one. After all, she was the one with the Formula 1 star pilot. She got on Twitter, seeing how several users commented on how amazing she was, how she had managed to make a name for herself in motorsport, how sweet and funny people found her, Y/N would never in her life use "funny" as an adjective to describe herself. And the best part, that Max should feel more than lucky to have her. That they made a practically perfect couple, that they coordinated super well. Just a few steps in the paddock had made them the couple of the moment. The example to follow.

Max won that race and jumped into her arms when he got out of the car, giving her a strong wet kiss in a very unsexy way. That totally took Y/N by surprise, she couldn't believe his first thought after winning was her. Who knows which of his PR team told him to do that.

"I'll see you in a few hours, wait for me in the hotel room," Max told her, kissing her cheek.

"Max, I also work here. I have to do interviews," she reminded him, with a somewhat serious look.

"Ah, alright,"

"Let me know when you're done," Y/N turned without saying or doing anything else.

She worked until late at night without being able to get out of her head that she and Max had progressed so much in the relationship that they had skipped all the really good parts, the honeymoon phase. And this time it had been her fault, it had been her idea to make it public maybe too soon.

She arrived at Max's room, which was dimly lit and cold. She took a long shower, still wondering what she should do now that their relationship wasn't working out at all.

When she came out of the shower, with wet hair and pajamas on, she found Max lying on the bed, sliding his finger over the screen of his cell phone.

"The shower is free now, were you waiting for long?" Y/N spoke, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm already showered, I was waiting for you," Max admitted with a sweet look.

"Oh," she said. "You didn't have to, I'm sure you're tired,"

Y/N walked cautiously to the free side of the bed, because they hadn't even talked about their sides of the bed. Max got up and changed his clothes, Y/N remembered how good shape Max was in and how good he was in bed as he was with the car. She discreetly bit her lip.

"I wanted to talk to you, actually," Max mentioned as he sat down next to her, giving Y/N goosebumps. "Did you see that people adore us?" Max hugged her by the shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N let out a sustained thread of air in her lungs and smiled. "Yes," It seemed strange to Max that that was the only thing that came out of Y/N's mouth. "Is that a good thing, isn't it?" he asked, now somewhat confused. "Of course, someone should."

Max blinked, now separating from her body so he could see her well. "What do you mean by that?"

"Since we don't adore each other," she mentioned, as if by chance.

"What do you mean by that?" Max asked, having no idea what Y/N was saying.

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. She wondered how someone couldn't realize something so simple.

"Forget it, Max," she fixed, getting comfortable in bed. "I'm tired."

"Wait, let's talk," he insisted, getting closer to her, with a worried look.

Y/N clicked her tongue, sitting up on the pillow. "Do you like me?"

"Of course, you're beautiful and attentive and intelligent. Why wouldn't I like you?"

That made her heart shrink a bit. "But do you see me as something lasting?"

Max thought about his answer. No. "I don't know,"

That was enough for Y/N to know the real answer, she clicked her tongue and moved slightly away from him.

"Y/N, you have to understand that I have a complicated job and…"

"For God's sake, Max, we both work in the same field. If you want to blame the distance or something like that, it won't work," Y/N denied, biting her cheek with anger.

Max pressed his lips, trying to hide that that was exactly what he was going to do.

"I think I better leave," Y/N commented, pulling the sheets.

Max saw all her movements, from when she got up until she picked up her things and left through the door. Y/N still somehow hoped he would say something, but Max didn't even move. He simply waited for her to leave so he could lie down and go to sleep.

Y/N didn't cry, she didn't even consider it. It had been a short time and there was no need to waste time thinking about what could have happened. For God's sake, she didn't even know if it had been a real relationship.

It had started perfectly but had been declining just a few days after they met.

In the last Grand Prix, Y/N was with her team most of the time, writing columns for DAZN's website report and preparing questions for her colleagues' interviews.

"Y/N, here are the questions for Max's interviews," her colleague said.

"Huh?"

"Everyone wants you to interview Max, for obvious reasons," he nodded, as if it were totally normal.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Y/N mentioned, making a face.

"Y/N, he and everyone else are waiting for the interview," he insisted, nodding his head behind his back. Y/N turned discreetly, observing Max leaning against a wall, trying so hard not to look at her.

"Fuck," she muttered with a soft frown. "Ok, let's do this quick,"

She standed up with a bored and sick stare, there was Red Bull's engineers everywhere and even people taking pictures of her.

"Hey," he greeted her as she approached.

"Let's get this over with quickly, okay?" she nodded.

"Try not to be too harsh, people still think we're together," Max commented.

Y/N's gaze hardened. "I'll do whatever I want, Max," she clenched her jaw and gave the cameraman a nod to start broadcasting the interview.

[nosugarallspice]

I need more hayden x reader fics 😭😭 can you write something about comforting him after the divorce w a little smut pls 😚

orrr on the flip side, taking care of him & briar when they both get sick !!

Hi love! I went with the first idea:)))

Hope you like it! Let me know what you think.

Minors DNI!!!

Word Count: 640

Author’s Note: I absolutely loved the way this came out. I took my time on it- I had been working on this the past couple days because I wanted it to be perfect :) so y’all better eat this shit up. Thank youuu byeee.

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“Thank you for letting me stop by.” Hayden smiled. It was later than usual but you knew Hayden needed you at this moment so you of course wouldn’t turn him away. His hand rested on your thigh, caressing the exposed flesh.

“Of course! It’s nice having the company.” Your hand rested on top of his.

Things had been rough for him, especially after the split with Rachel. He spent most of his nights awake, and alone. He’d very much rather spend them with you though.

“It’s been hard these last couple of weeks.” He sighed, “it gets real lonely..” his eyes staring back into yours.

You always had a tiny crush on Hayden; you knew it was wrong but you fantasized about him at times, the way his hands would feel against your skin, his lips against yours, his cock buried, oh so deep inside you.

You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat, your heart beating faster. It was wrong, he had just gotten out of a relationship- but you couldn’t help it, you felt.. happy?

“I-I bet.” You stuttered over your words. You wanted to punch yourself for it, but he had this effect on you, he always did.

He noticed- a smirk spreading across his face, his face inches from yours now. He was so close; if you moved just a bit forward you were sure your lips would touch his.

Before you could say anything else Hayden closed the gap between the two of you completely. His lips pressed against yours, his tongue begging to be let in.

Things got heated between the two of you quickly, he pulled you into his lap, before breaking the kiss, “is this okay?” He looked up at you. You nodded, smiling before resting your hand against his cheek. “More than okay.” He smiled back, before nodding. He began to lean in again but you pulled back- “But, not here.”

You stood up, grabbing ahold of his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Hayden was quick to get you out of your clothes, and quick to take his own off.

He hovered over you; kissing you while he ran the tip of his cock along your slit, groaning at how wet you were for him, he could hear it.

You gasped against his lips as he pushed into you. He was bigger than you had expected, but it felt so good, the way he stretched you out, leaving you feeling so full.

Your fingernails dug into the flesh on his back, dragging down as he fucked into you. It was sweet and gentle. He wanted to take his time with you, he didn’t want it to end, he had thought about this moment for so long and it was finally happening.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.” He whispered into your ear, placing kisses along your neck. His hand kept its grip on your hip, holding you in place.

“Yeah? It feels so good.” You cried out, arching your back, pushing your chest against his.

His hips continued to slam against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you- god, you could cum right then and there but you held off, not wanting it to end. And trust me, Hayden felt the same way.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well.” He groaned, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck.

“Hayden.” You cried out; your walls tightened around him, your hands grabbing onto him, keeping him close to you as you felt yourself getting ready to let go.

“I know baby, I know.” Hayden continued to thrust into you, hitting your spot over and over, eventually sending you over the edge. Your body shook beneath his.

It wasn’t long after that he was cumming, deep inside you.

[sonicblueartist]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: This time definetly a romantic one-shot! You two are dating for the sake of this fluffy story~

I, of course, again couldn't think anything else but the Rayman from the games bleh.

I WILL NO LONGER WRITING FOR ANYONE UNTIL I FINISH MY REQUESTS Thank youuu~

So sorry if there is any typo mistakes~

Summary: You and him- cute everyday intimate moments~

Warnings: ... a little bit suggestive in the end

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Word Count: no idea once again

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Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Good news I find more gifs~

Fruits

He quickly followed behind, "Ah.. to where?"

You push a basket on his chest, "Here take this and follow me." You turn around and start to stroll down in the forest with a happy hum.

You give him a look, "What do you think?"

He huffed realising how stupid his question was, "Okay. But why?"

You coed playfully, "What? The all mighty ray of sunshine don't want to help? Oh, wait, I get it. He was thinking of going back to sleep." You smirked to yourself.

Instead of being offended he hummed with a grin, "Actually laying down doesn't sound too bad right now."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, It's better than sleeping."

"Helping you to collect fruits? Sure." He grinned.

You shook your head, "I am serious. I know you enjoy your little naps but I don't think it won't cause you any trouble helping me with such a small task, right?"

"Who said I won't? Of course I will. You know why?"

"Because you love helping?" You sacrasticly spoke.

He paused, "Well, yes, but it's also because I love helping you."

You shook your head with a smile and grabbed his hoodie dragging him along with you like a little kid. He chuckled at that and quicky caught up to your speed.

You two soon find a nice place to started filling your baskets with fruits. After a while of collecting your eyes landed on his form.

His body screthed up and his hand floated above plucking an apple and put it in the basket. You nibbled with your lip. Since you first laid eyes on him you were always curious and intruged about his anotamy. You aslo never tried to hold his hand before which bothers you a bit knowing he might also notice your avoidance (All couples hand holds after all, right? Would he like that if you do?)... He wasn't weird to you... at least anormal by now... it was just... unusual. You never saw someone like him before, your hesitation is normal, right?

What you mean is... you were just afraid to somehow hurt him. Physically and emotionally. You continue observing him in deep thoughts.

As Rayman reached out to grab another apple, he suddenly froze. He found the new weight and warmth on his back unusual but nothing to alarmed about. His lips turned into a small smile as you leaned on your body against his, it wasn't something you did all the time causing him to also raise a brow in question. Was something wrong? Before he could say anything you spoke, “Should we measure our hands?” With that soft spoken question he blinked in surprise and turn to you. But he didn't question.

"Sure."

He step back and raise his hand out to you. He saw you hesitate as you extended your own towards his. He turned his eyes to yours, hoping that he is at least reasuring you in some way.

When you pressed your hands together, you had a strange feeling. Like electricity going through your body, causing you to want to launch back... Maybe because of you were excited or maybe afraid? You didn't know how to explain this feeling. It felt like... a feeling you had when Rayman was seriously injured before and you couldn't bear to touch him during his recovery.

You give a silent sigh and smiled, "Your hands a bit smaller then mine. Only in height though. Yours is longer in width."

He smiled at you and connected his fingers with yours, his grin widen to see the dust of pink growing on your cheeks. "You are right. But I can still wrap your whole hand in mine."

You chuchkled, "Y-yeah." You squealed when you suddenly feel your other hand snatched by him and pulled towards his body.

He leaned on you, a hand on your back and the other still holding yours. You yelped when he started moving around. You were really confused and flustered a bit, you quickly and catuisly try to match your steps with his, your eyes on his feet to not accidently step on them.

He gently grabbed your chin and made you face him, "My eyes are up here." He whinked with a warm smile making your heart skip a beat.

You scoffed but your expression quickly softened with how lovingly he was observing you. You flushed away from his gaze.

He slowed down a bit, now you know what he was trying to do. Dancing. With an imaginary song. You smiled at that. How silly. Though you didn't resist. Without even relising your tension quickly fade away. You two start to sync even more in time and moved smoothly. He gently twirled you around and dipped you down causing you to giggle.

He laughed along with you as you both continue dancing around. He gently grabbed your hand and let you hold his shoulders (you actually don't know what to call that) and he rested his hands on your waist. You hummed and laid your head on his chest.

You muttered softly, "I didn't knew you would suddenly start dancing out of no where."

"I'm trying my best thanks a lot."

You snorted at that and look up at him, "How cute of you."

"What do you mean? I am always cute."

You found yourself pressed on his chest as his hand supported your back once again dipping you. You bit your bottom lip, "I never said you weren't. You are quite charming too."

"Say something I don't know, prencess."

"Hmm.." your eyes landed on his lips, you swallowed and quickly looked away, "I guess you know everything I am gonna say, huh?"

Your gazes both met once again, his eyes full of desire matching with yours as he leaned in with a whisper, "I might know what you think too..."

Your eyes fluttered close, his lips even softer on yours than you ever imagined. And they tasted like berries. You felt your back laying on the soft ground as he stood on top of you deepending the kiss causing you to let out a little moan.

You gently pushed him away, your hot bretahs mixing with each other as you both stared deep into each others eyes. He leaned in to leave more kisses all over your face slowly going down to your neck only you to push him away with a stuffed laugh. He grinned down at you as you nibble on your lip still tasing him on them. You raised a playfull brow, "Have you've been eating the berries we were collecting?"

He pondered, "Maybe. So what if I have been?"

He yelped and a grunt escaped his lips when he was flipped, finding himself under you, his cheeks supported a strong blush.

"I'll make you pay for that of course."

He chuckled, "Oh, really? What you gonna do about that?" His words come out a bit shaky in the end.

You slowly leaned in playing with the hem of his hoodie causing hin to shiver slightly, you whispered in his ear,"Do you really wanna find out what I am going to do to you?"

He nodded timidly, curious and excited.

You jumped off off him, "I will deprive you of the fruit cake I will bake, of course." You laugh with his dissapoint and surprise face.

He turn to you with a scoff, "I guess that's not the only thing you are deprivibg me today." He mumled out.

"Come help me to carry these back home will you?"

"Sure." He sighed with a soft smile, shooking his head.

[kaylaz-world-00]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: This time definetly a romantic one-shot! You two are dating for the sake of this fluffy story~

I, of course, again couldn't think anything else but the Rayman from the games bleh.

I WILL NO LONGER WRITING FOR ANYONE UNTIL I FINISH MY REQUESTS Thank youuu~

So sorry if there is any typo mistakes~

Summary: You and him- cute everyday intimate moments~

Warnings: ... a little bit suggestive in the end

Masterlist

Word Count: no idea once again

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Good news I find more gifs~

You push a basket on his chest, "Here take this and follow me." You turn around and start to stroll down in the forest with a happy hum.

He quickly followed behind, "Ah.. to where?"

You give him a look, "What do you think?"

He huffed realising how stupid his question was, "Okay. But why?"

You coed playfully, "What? The all mighty ray of sunshine don't want to help? Oh, wait, I get it. He was thinking of going back to sleep." You smirked to yourself.

Instead of being offended he hummed with a grin, "Actually laying down doesn't sound too bad right now."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, It's better than sleeping."

"Helping you to collect fruits? Sure." He grinned.

You shook your head, "I am serious. I know you enjoy your little naps but I don't think it won't cause you any trouble helping me with such a small task, right?"

"Who said I won't? Of course I will. You know why?"

"Because you love helping?" You sacrasticly spoke.

He paused, "Well, yes, but it's also because I love helping you."

You shook your head with a smile and grabbed his hoodie dragging him along with you like a little kid. He chuckled at that and quicky caught up to your speed.

You two soon find a nice place to started filling your baskets with fruits. After a while of collecting your eyes landed on his form.

His body screthed up and his hand floated above plucking an apple and put it in the basket. You nibbled with your lip. Since you first laid eyes on him you were always curious and intruged about his anotamy. You aslo never tried to hold his hand before which bothers you a bit knowing he might also notice your avoidance (All couples hand holds after all, right? Would he like that if you do?)... He wasn't weird to you... at least anormal by now... it was just... unusual. You never saw someone like him before, your hesitation is normal, right?

What you mean is... you were just afraid to somehow hurt him. Physically and emotionally. You continue observing him in deep thoughts.

As Rayman reached out to grab another apple, he suddenly froze. He found the new weight and warmth on his back unusual but nothing to alarmed about. His lips turned into a small smile as you leaned on your body against his, it wasn't something you did all the time causing him to also raise a brow in question. Was something wrong? Before he could say anything you spoke, “Should we measure our hands?” With that soft spoken question he blinked in surprise and turn to you. But he didn't question.

"Sure."

He step back and raise his hand out to you. He saw you hesitate as you extended your own towards his. He turned his eyes to yours, hoping that he is at least reasuring you in some way.

When you pressed your hands together, you had a strange feeling. Like electricity going through your body, causing you to want to launch back... Maybe because of you were excited or maybe afraid? You didn't know how to explain this feeling. It felt like... a feeling you had when Rayman was seriously injured before and you couldn't bear to touch him during his recovery.

You give a silent sigh and smiled, "Your hands a bit smaller then mine. Only in height though. Yours is longer in width."

He smiled at you and connected his fingers with yours, his grin widen to see the dust of pink growing on your cheeks. "You are right. But I can still wrap your whole hand in mine."

You chuchkled, "Y-yeah." You squealed when you suddenly feel your other hand snatched by him and pulled towards his body.

He leaned on you, a hand on your back and the other still holding yours. You yelped when he started moving around. You were really confused and flustered a bit, you quickly and catuisly try to match your steps with his, your eyes on his feet to not accidently step on them.

He gently grabbed your chin and made you face him, "My eyes are up here." He whinked with a warm smile making your heart skip a beat.

You scoffed but your expression quickly softened with how lovingly he was observing you. You flushed away from his gaze.

He slowed down a bit, now you know what he was trying to do. Dancing. With an imaginary song. You smiled at that. How silly. Though you didn't resist. Without even relising your tension quickly fade away. You two start to sync even more in time and moved smoothly. He gently twirled you around and dipped you down causing you to giggle.

He laughed along with you as you both continue dancing around. He gently grabbed your hand and let you hold his shoulders (you actually don't know what to call that) and he rested his hands on your waist. You hummed and laid your head on his chest.

You muttered softly, "I didn't knew you would suddenly start dancing out of no where."

"I'm trying my best thanks a lot."

You snorted at that and look up at him, "How cute of you."

"What do you mean? I am always cute."

You found yourself pressed on his chest as his hand supported your back once again dipping you. You bit your bottom lip, "I never said you weren't. You are quite charming too."

"Say something I don't know, prencess."

"Hmm.." your eyes landed on his lips, you swallowed and quickly looked away, "I guess you know everything I am gonna say, huh?"

Your gazes both met once again, his eyes full of desire matching with yours as he leaned in with a whisper, "I might know what you think too..."

Your eyes fluttered close, his lips even softer on yours than you ever imagined. And they tasted like berries. You felt your back laying on the soft ground as he stood on top of you deepending the kiss causing you to let out a little moan.

You gently pushed him away, your hot bretahs mixing with each other as you both stared deep into each others eyes. He leaned in to leave more kisses all over your face slowly going down to your neck only you to push him away with a stuffed laugh. He grinned down at you as you nibble on your lip still tasing him on them. You raised a playfull brow, "Have you've been eating the berries we were collecting?"

He pondered, "Maybe. So what if I have been?"

He yelped and a grunt escaped his lips when he was flipped, finding himself under you, his cheeks supported a strong blush.

"I'll make you pay for that of course."

He chuckled, "Oh, really? What you gonna do about that?" His words come out a bit shaky in the end.

You slowly leaned in playing with the hem of his hoodie causing hin to shiver slightly, you whispered in his ear,"Do you really wanna find out what I am going to do to you?"

He nodded timidly, curious and excited.

You jumped off off him, "I will deprive you of the fruit cake I will bake, of course." You laugh with his dissapoint and surprise face.

He turn to you with a scoff, "I guess that's not the only thing you are deprivibg me today." He mumled out.

"Come help me to carry these back home will you?"

"Sure." He sighed with a soft smile, shooking his head.

[blixabargelds]

I was watching Ghost Adventures (guilty pleasure) and the frankiefic brain rot kicked in. Anything you can spill about the sftd boys? (No pressure of course) And do you believe in paranormal stuff at all? Have you been to any famous haunts even just for funsies? I’ve been to a few and they just make me sad but the aesthetics are nice. Anyways sorry to ramble your internet ear off! I hope you’re doing well and end the year on a good note! <3

hiii omg what a fun question thank youuu!! i love ghost adventures listen i like to think of sftd bucky as a smarter, sexier zak bagans. in fact they’ve for sure met and bucky found him insufferable but probably hard to stop talking to lmao

hmmm what can i spill about them hehe umm i can tell you some stuff coming up in chapter two 😈

john gets freaked out by something they see on their camcorder and tests its reliability afterwards in a very unprofessional way

they realise they’re in a signal dead spot

gale’s traumatic upbringing becomes more relevant (no his daddy was not just a guy who got drunk and sometimes violent)

john is failing at quitting smoking again

gale starts acting a lillll unlike himself !!

of courseee i believe in the paranormal! when i was about 7 years old there was something very unsettled in my bedroom which lead to the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me which was definitely not caused by a living human. my current house is haunted too. one of my best friends has very strong clairvoyance in their family. i don’t believe in ghost hunting shows, which is why i wanted to write something starting from the perspective that they’re obviously fake, but i do believe in ghosts and spirits very much. i think that not only do some souls cling onto this world but i also think this world clings onto them sometimes. it’s the same reason that i get a sick sort of euphoric feeling going out into the middle of the woods like there’s always something there you know. i don’t think science and paranormal/ spiritual beliefs have to be so one or the other. ive always held the view that science fiction simply predates fact (this is actually a pretty big reason i both spiralled with hypomanic delusions in october and found it hard to explain after that i still somewhat held the same beliefs, making it hard to convince my care team that i was feeling less manic fkhfkfj). like at one point everything we know to be scientifically proven now was a hair-brained theory so to rule out the idea of the paranormal when it’s not been proven or disproven yet is nuts to me.

i haven’t ever visited a place just because it’s claimed to be famously haunted. i actually don’t have much interest in doing so for some reason. i have been to a few famously haunted places, mostly just for history tourism reasons. i’ve been to the tower of london, which definitely felt unsettled but that could have just been the imposing nature of it lol, bodmin jail which i think was pretty dull, woodchester mansion which i didn’t notice any feeling at but i would really recommend going to because it’s a beautiful heritage site and does so much for bat species protection! the only famous haunted place i’ve been to that really creeped me out was the hms belfast. i stayed on it overnight as part of a school trip when i was about 15 and i didn’t sleep at all. really horrible feeling the whole time i was on it it was just dread. in the most part though ive had far more paranormal experiences and feelings in just ordinary places.

this is me rambling your ear off now!!! but thank u sm for the opportunity hehe i love my ghostie au boys and i love talking about ghosts in general weee i’ll welcome any excuse to go on about either! <333

[sleepysnk]

Hii!

I saw your post for headcannons, and pardon me if i got this wrong- i legit spent so long making sure this fit with your rules too

Anyways, do you mind doing a hanma x fem!reader when she is mad/angry with him, how would he make up with her (when he did something of course)??? I’m interested to see how he would!

I don’t think this is a scenario… if it is, do please ignore this! 😭 Thank youuu 🫶 take as much time as needed!

a/n: hey bae! i was gonna consider this a scenario at first, but i was able to condense it into headcanons! so no worries. thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy these! 🫶🏻

characters: hanma shuji

warnings: some angst, some suggestive content, mentions of arguing, mentions of violence (not towards reader), mentions of blood (not graphic), use of pet names (baby, doll, babydoll), fluff, mentions of food, very fluffy content.

MAKING IT UP TO YOU AFTER A FIGHT.

hanma shuji:

- i genuinely believe hanma is someone that’s easily stubborn. it’s a toxic trait of his! so expect him to be that kind of guy during an argument. he won’t ever spit hurtful words or anything like that, but he doesn’t like to take responsibility sometimes.

- hanma wouldn’t fight with you very often, but when you do, it can be nasty and kind of irritating.

- he argued with you this time over a fight he had gotten into. he was ordered by kisaki to go after this guy who owed him a large amount of money. hanma went and almost ended up with a knife in his side. you were of course worried when your boyfriend came home with bloody knuckles and a few cuts on his hands. sure, dating the reaper of tokyo was eventful, but you were worried about him. worst part of all, he didn’t seem to take that concern to heart. he just told you it was fine and you needed to relax.

- you didn’t like that response and it led into an argument. it was fairly heated. you actually had gotten up and decided to go sleep at your moms house because of how angry you were with him.

- hanma immediately felt guilty. once the anger had fizzled out, he realized that he was in the wrong. you loved him more than anybody else in the universe. he didn’t like arguing or yelling at you whenever it came to the shit he did for a living. you didn’t deserve that shit at all, and he wanted to apologize to you as soon as possible.

- at first, he tries to call. you weren’t interested in having a phone conversation and ultimately ignore his messages. you were being a concerned girlfriend for him, and you wished he took a step back and understood that.

- when he gets antsy, he gets ansty.

- this man’s worst fear is you walking up and leaving him. he cannot imagine a life without you in it, and he begins to freak out when you’re ignoring him. he knew he had to make it up to you, but he wasn’t sure how. he knew buying your forgiveness was wrong, so that was completely out of the question. he had to think long and hard about what he wanted to do, and he eventually came up with a solution.

- he decided to cook you a nice meal. he also left you a nice voicemail so you wouldn’t feel intimidated or nervous about his tone or anything. he missed you, and he hoped you would forgive him.

- “hey, babydoll. i know you’re upset and i’m sorry. i love you so much, and i want to make it up to you. please come home, baby.”

- after hearing the voice message you went to his place. hanma was so fucking nervous to see you, but you wanted to maintain a serious nature. you weren’t about to let hanma break your facade. you had every right to be angry, so you weren’t going to let him off that easily. he wasn’t an idiot either. he knew you’d be upset, but he just wanted you by his side again.

- he cooked some really nice food. probably your favorite dish honestly. he’s a pretty nice cook and he wasn’t about to let your favorite meal go sour.

- not gonna lie, the food was great. it was delicious and you wanted to fold right there, but hanma wanted to have a proper conversation first with you.

- after you ate, you went to the shared bedroom you once had with him. you had seen hanma serious plenty of times, but this was one time you saw a more vulnerable side of him. you could tell by his demeanor and his eyes that he was being sincere, and he was genuinely sorry for what he had done/said.

- “i’m sorry, doll. i know you were angry with me and i know you care. i wish i wasn’t such an idiot and you didn’t deserve to hear such harsh things. i love you, baby.. i could never be without you and i just want you to know how sorry i am.”

- as much as you wanted to be mad, you just couldn’t. he was serious and you couldn’t deny that he was being truthful.

- you decided to just wrap your arms around his torso, bringing him into a hug. hanma was shocked to see you doing such a gesture, but he was so glad to have you wrapped in his arms once again. he instantly hugged you and brought you close to his body. your scent made his once anxious heart relax with ease. he was so glad to see you again, and just have you in his presence. his baby.

- LOTS OF KISSES!!! this man would shower you with them.

- eventually, you guys lay down in bed and cuddle with one another. he’s probably slipping his hands under your shirt 🙄, but you let him because you honestly missed him too. this man is such a touchy and clingy baby sometimes, but you could care less.

- holds your hand and kisses them <3.

- i love him so much, bye.

[whenthep8wn]

Pretend.

Daisy Jones x (implied) fem!reader

Slight* Graham Dunne x reader

Warnings: reader experiences impulsive hetero sexuality, profanities (duh), implied sex, and daisy kinda being an ass.

A/N: I don't know why I wrote this and I hate it. it doesn't really make sense but I think I'm going to write a oc story with daisy jones and I might add it in there.

As I slowly got out of his bed I tried not to disturb his sleeping form. 

        As I stood there above his bed looking at him, it made my heart ache as I realized I do not feel the same way for him as he does for me and as I probably should feel for him. 

      Graham Dunne. There was nothing physical or mentally wrong with Graham Dunne, he was a sweet guy and oh lord he was a good kisser. But it was me and as I stood there in his bedroom thinking that I realized it was true and not like the other times I used that excuse to get out of stupid situations with douchebag guys, but it was actually true. I just wasn't good enough for a guy as sweet and charming as Graham Dunne. 

       I know girls who would give up their tits for a guy like Graham Dunne. 

      But I wasn't that girl. 

      I wasn't kind enough like Camila 

      I wasn't smart enough like Karen 

      And I wasn't pretty enough like….

                      Daisy….

Oh Daisy, Daisy was gorgeous everything about her. I loved it, I loved it all. 

But I didn't take it as love I took as jealousy. 

I thought it was jealousy. 

I thought It was just jealousy.

Jealousy of how Daisy Jones could capture the attention of any guy in the room, and I thought I just wanted that attention from those guys. But I didn't. I wanted to be those guys. 

As I got dressed and picked up my stuff Graham started to stir awake. 

        "Oh, morning?" It said more as a question, in that attractive morning voice.        "Leaving already?"

"Oh yeah, I have to get to work, you know?

"Oh but I thought you didn't have to be there until like 11:00?" 

"Yeah, but I just wanna get a head start, like take a shower and get some breakfast." 

"Oh well you can do all of that here." 

"Graham I gotta go." 

"Y/N please for me?" 

"Uhh okay fine I'll stay whatever." 

"Thank youuu." He said while pulling me into his bare body.

"GRAHAM STOP!" 

"Okay come on pretty lady." 

When we walked over to the kitchen where the rest of the band and Camila were sitting at the dining room table. 

"Oh good morning Y/N!" Camila said with that sweet sultry voice. "I didn't know you were gonna join us this morning." 

"Yeah me either, Graham convinced me" as i finished my sentence I saw a familiar fire colored haired girl passed me by. 

"Hey Y/N." Daisy. Why was Daisy here? She doesn't leave here. 

"Oh hi daisy didn't think you would ever be here." 

"Oh yes, because of the party last night Daisy ended up staying here last night." Cami said being as nice as she always is. 

"And I see you did too Y/N…" why'd she say it like that? Why'd Daisy have to say it like that? 

"Um yeah… they did." Graham said in the most sassiest, sarcastic tone I've heard come from that mouth of his. 

"Okay calm down." Daisy said, jumping on the counter. Billy turned his head to give her a look to tell to get down. The fire head girl obliged but not without the quick of an eye roll. "It was just a question, mini Dunne." Her beautiful ocean colored ones met mine for what felt like a century. I looked into them to maybe find some sort of security, but all I saw was a sort of darkness, covered by dilated pupils, low eyelids, and dark eye bags. I knew something was wrong. I didn't need her appearance to tell me that. All I needed was to see her at Billy and Camila's house and I immediately knew something was off.

Sure, we were all at Billy and Camila's house because the party that took place last night and with all of us being to fucked up to get back to our respected "homes" or whatever you would call a bunch of 20-somethings trying to keep a roof over our heads.

She moved away from the kitchen to where I was standing in the hallway talking to Graham. She pushed past me bumping my shoulder as a snarky remark that nobody would ever not expect Daisy Jones not to do. 

But instead of just bumping my shoulder and leaving it be she grabbed my shoulder and brought me into some room in the house but I was way to focus on her to notice anything expect her dragging me into that room and pressing me against that wall.

      "Really a Dunne? A DUNNE?! You're dating a Dunne?"

      "It's not like Daisy. He's not like daisy." 

      "Really Y/N? He's Dunne. He's related to THE Billy Dunne." The way she emphasized his name made me sick to my stomach. "He has to be at least a little bit like him." 

       "No." I didn't know what to say, so all I said was no 

      "Really Y/N?! Are you really naive-" 

      "Daisy-" 

      "HE DOESNT CARE!" 

      "Daisy stop." 

      "NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO CARE!"

      "You're high." 

      "NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO LOVE YOU. YOU SAY YOU WANT LOVE BUT YOU HANG AROUND ALL THIS GOD DAMN ASSHOLES WHO REALLY COULDNT CARE LESS IF YOU LIVED OR DIED. AND GUESS WHAT THEY WILL NEVER. TRULY. LOVE YOU!" 

It all happend in a blink of an eye.

One minute she was yelling at me telling me that nobody is ever going to love me.

And the next she's holding her red swollen face from me slapping her out of angry and fear. 

And then the minute after that she's plunging her body towards mine trying to connect our lips together.

It was sweet and warm, and some how awfully familiar. Like something we've done many times before. Like something that's happend so many times in a past life. 

The kiss felt like soul mates trying to find there way back to each other. 

Daisy pulled away resting her head on my chest.

          "Daisy?" 

          "I'm sorry." 

          "Daisy-" 

          "Y/N, please let me finish." I stared at her right in those ocean colored orbs of hers.

          "I care about you okay? I love you. I need you." 

          "Daisy-" 

          "Watching you be with all this dumb, DUMB men as me sick to my mother fucking stomach"

         "Daisy." I said irritated.

If anyone knew Daisy Jones they would know the only way to get daisy jones to shut up is to physical stop her and sometimes that doesn't even work. 

         I grabbed Daisy's face and pressed her lips against mine. 

Daisy was an amazing kisser, even though I just found out I have always assumed. 

I pulled apart still holding her face in my hands.

"I love you Daisy Jones." 

She didn't need to say anything, her sweet, sweet smile was enough. 

I quickly pulled my hands off her face as I heard the door creak open. It was Graham. 

"Is everything alright? We heard screaming." He said pointing to the kitchen where everybody else was pretending to mind their own business.

"Yeah I'm alright, sorry. Give me a second, okay?" I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

As he left the room I turned back to Daisy and whispered in her ear: "I love you Daisy, but you need help." 

As I walked out the room, Daisy grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"You can't keep pretending Y/N." 

"What?" I said pretending that I didn't slightly know what she was referring to. 

"You can't keep pretending that you like him." She said, referring to Graham. "Or men in general."

[fics4you]

Hi!!! It's so nice to have another kpop sickfic blog on here! And your fics are really good!! Could you write a Seventeen Dino snzfic with Mingyu as a caretaker?? Thank youuu!

Sickie: Dino

caretakers: Mingyu

You Don't Always Have to Be Strong

It had been a long day to say the least. Chan had been up since 5 am, he went to the gym, then a meeting, then the practice room, skipping lunch he went to another meeting and then back to the practice room.

None of the other members know how busy the maknae had been, it was the groups day off after all. They all had assumed that the maknae had gone out with friends, that was until Mingyu was walking through the building, he had forgotten his sunglasses in the practice room the day prior. When he heard a commotion from the practice room, he was confused, not knowing who could possibly be in there. He knocked but there was no answer so he pushed the door open and saw the maknae stretching on the floor of the practice room, before Mingyu could say anything the maknae ducked towards his shoulder, "ehktchu hh- kktchu hehktchu"

"bless you" the maknae jumped at the sound of the voice. "Hey" the maknae spoke softly, Mingyu picked up on his congested tone and slight rasp. "What are you doing?"

"working" Chan said simply, Mingyu shook his head, you're sick"

"no" the maknae said stubbornly. Mingyu raised his eyebrow in skepticism, "I'm fine" Mingyu went over to Chan and tried to place a hand on the maknae's forehead. Chan tried to move out of the way, but Mingyu's hand firmly on his shoulder prevented it. Mingyu placed the palm of his hand on Chan's forehead, "fever" he said simply, Chan started to protest but ended up getting shut up by his own body when his nose began itching, he quickly turned away from Mingyu, "hh-KtCHu-ehh-KTChhU! Kktchu"

"bless you" Mingyu held his hand out and helped Chan get to his feet, let's get you home. "I'm fine"

"no, you're really not, but that's ok" Mingyu was supporting most of the maknae's weight as they walked out of the building, "you're allowed to be sick, you don't have to be Mr future of kpop all the time. You're allowed to be-"

"hktchu ehh- hhh- ktchu hhktchhu- snf- sorry"

"bless you, no need to apologize, you're allowed to be sick, it's normal." The maknae frowned, he felt upset that his body would betray him like this, he sniffled, Mingyu was grateful that his allergies made him carry tissues everywhere as he handed one to the sniffling maknae. Whether he was sniffling from the sneezes or fighting back tears Mingyu wasn't sure, but he wrapped his arm around the maknae and swept him into a 'bridal carry' and carried the feverish maknae out to his car, the boy seemed embarrassed, but almost grateful, Mingyu placed the maknae in the front seat and handed him a few more tissues, "thank you" he said softly, Mingyu placed a gentle hand on the maknae's forehead, "rest" he said softly, he closed the door and went around to the driver's side, the maknae was already beginning to doze off.

By the time the two got home he was already asleep. Mingyu carried the maknae to his room, getting the maknae situated caused Chan to wake up, "hyung?"

"hey sorry kid, just getting you to bed. But since you're up I'll get you medicine." Chan nodded, he sniffled and took a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose, which caused him to sneeze a fit of four. "bless you"

"thank you. Sorry"

"once again, no need to apologize" Mingyu said as he left the room, coming back a moment later with a water bottle and two cold and flu pills. The maknae swallowed the medicine down, pulling a grimace on his face at the bitter taste. After he laid down, "can you stay hyung?" The maknae asked softly, clearly embarrassed. Mingyu smiled to himself and he clicked off the light, "of course"

[screampied]

Omgggg Shiu fuckers we WON, not me waking up early af and finding out you did my Shiu req 🥹🥺 FUCKKKKKK it’s literally 7am at my place rn and I’m already horny afff 🤨 But ok, I wanna talk about it a little, like you ate so bad?? I just think that Shiu fits perfectly this lil scenario, like he’s kinda tired driving you two from work but he is so unintentionally sexy while doing it 😭😭 The way you described everything?? I swear I felt his tip in my mouth. The praises?? Ohh I know he praises the hell out of you. And thank you so much for including fucking on the hood 🤭 like so nasty I’m gonna explode, and shotgunning??? You talked about it and yeah, this shit is so sexy, like I fucking hate cigarette smoke irl, but in fanfics?? When it’s Shiu doing it?? Nah, idc, he can do whatever 🥰 it’s a shame ofc that he didn’t cum, but in that case we just have to suck his dick again, right (in the prison cell since we get caught 🤭) I love this ending so much lmao, but I know our man will just pay some cop and you gonna be free. My thoughts are fucking mess rn cuz I’m still sleepy, but anyway I love love love the way you wrote it, so fucking good it hurts. And Shiu my man, he deserves more appreciation, sexy bastard 😔 thank youuu 🖤🖤🖤 I wish you nice weekend 🥰

AHHHHH ANGEL UR SO SWEEEEET :(((( !!! 🫂

hehe of course, i’ve had it in my inbox for a while now just couldn’t wait to write for my baby shiu. he deserves alllllll the loveeeee n i can’t wait to write for him more !! imma add him to my masterlist rn actually.

WAITHTAT WAS UR REQUEST AGAIN HELP 😭😭😭 that’s so cute, ‘m sorry i took so long i meant to post it like WEEKS ago but kinda forgot n got sidetracked w other projects :,) so glad u enjoy it tho mwah mwah !!!! <3

so right i just know shiu is a praise king. he’s so suave & sexy, just smth about him…. YOU GET ME. no coz i hate smoking irl but in fanfics, specifically shotgunning omg i’m a whore for it. i find it so attractive aaahhhh. KRKGKHLH THE PRISON CELL HELP.

[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

warnings? kissing~~

a/n? manga final spoilers? it is the timeline where everyone is alive and well and lets say mitsuya threw a party to celebrate something in his designer world. you might of have gotten drunk on the vibe and ended up kissing your crush's sister?...

today could not have been better, somehow you woke up feeling great and the vibes and all were at their best, so you knew that tonight's party was going to be something else.

its been a while since you have seen your crush, manjiro. you used to hang out daily but nowadays the older you get, life seems to be getting in your way. so you decided that today you will shoot your shot and confess, maybe even kiss

you spent the day dancing around your room, happy of the free day from stress and rested a bit after finally leaving, you chose a nice outfit in which you could be comfortable since after all its a friend gathering

oh well you didnt know that mitsuya has made more artist friends, you were left dumbfounded after seeing that there were actually a lot of people here. you looked around, trying to find your friends

"hey! i love your outfit! it looks beautiful on youu!"

you could recognise this voice everywhere, emma came out of nowhere and hugged your anxiety out

"thank youuu! you look even greater!'

after many compliments she said to follow her to where everyone sat, including manjiro. you couldnt help but dust off your clothes trying to make yourself more presentable

everyone welcomed you and you felt amazing in their presence, once mitsuya appeared you two hugged eachother and everyone started storytelling while enjoying some drinks.

"yeah and can you believe it? pah-chin is like so rich now!!'

kazutora said with tears in his eyes, seems like the drinks got to his head

"also mikey started registering to bike races, until now he amazed everyone"

mitsuya said pleased by the conversations and proud of his friends. you couldnt help but let your mind wander at various scenarios until a song you oh so loved started playing.

"oh my god! emma you gotta come dance with me!!"

she squeaked at the invitation and wanted to stay near draken, but being pulled by you wasnt helping. everyone seemed to look at you two except draken, who was looking at mikey.

at once you found a free spot near the center, still visible to the group you two began dancing. you encouraged her to move her body more and couldn't help the hands from wandering.

both of you were enjoying the dancing a little too much and it seemed that the two specific boys did too as they were staring at every move.

as if in the heat of the moment, your hands went to grab her face and admire her beautiful features, she does look like mikey..

maybe that heat of the moment , your romantic ass or even the drink caused this to happen, but that doesnt help as an excuse because you still placed your lips right onto hers. for some seconds everything was silent, until the realization hit. everyone was screeching at the sight , some were hitting tables with their fist and some were left amazed.

you pulled from the kiss amazed from the taste of her lip gloss

"that tastes amazing oh my god"

"you are crazy"

both of you started laughing your hearts out while going back to the group together

"yeah, but you kissed me back"

you said smirking as you sat in your place. everyone was speechless meanwhile some were laughing and applauding

you enjoyed the atmoshpere so you just ended up giggling at the situation, because of that you didnt notice manjiro standing up next to you

"come with me"

you head went silent while your heart started pumping. you took his hand and followed him, ignoring the whispering around

he brought you to the bathroom where the two of you were alone.

"wasn't that kiss supposed to be mine?"

he said as he looked straight into your eyes, grabbing your hand mindlessly

"you can have the next one..."

with that he closed the gap between your lips and kissed you

"so you loved me too, huh?"

you said, loving the taste of his lips, staring into his black eyes

"thought' you knew"

[im back >:d]

[jimmy-valmer-official]

can u write a fic abt Jimmy pining for Heidi thank youuu

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ask and you shall recieve 🤲🏽 (still accepting requests if anyones interested! :0)

also gonna post it here if you dont wanna hop onto ao3 vv

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Jimmy absolutely thrived when it came to socializing.

After all, it was a combination of some of his favorite things— talking, for instance, or delivering a crafty punchline that, at times, was grossly offensive but funny all the same. It was one of the things that he excelled at, among other things, and he felt as if he could pull words out of thin air.

…Usually.

Usually, because as Heidi Turner stood in front of him casually, sharing her ideas about what their group project should focus on as they stood in the middle of the high school hallways at the end of the school day, he could do nothing but stare.

“ —So I was thinking we could do one about chloroplasts, y’know? Because they’re easy to explain and there’s a bunch of stuff on the internet we could use. What do you think?”

Right, the science project. That was what they were doing. What was this about chloroplasts…?

“Oh, uh…” Science project. Think about the science project.

But his mind was occupied with other things. Of course, it wasn’t uncommon for him to find the occasional person attractive— hell, there were a lot of nice looking people out there— but to call this a simple, measly attraction was certainly an understatement.

Heidi was very beautiful. Cute, even, not to mention undeniably charming. There was just something about her hair, and her beanie with the little flower on it, and the softness of her skin, and her shining eyes…

…Which were staring right at him intently, expecting a response. Jimmy didn’t need to be a high class detective to know that he had definitely missed something.

“Jimmy?”

“Yes, right,” he cleared his throat and tried to get back on topic. Something about chloroplasts, something about a boring project. “Well, I think that s- suh… I think that sounds excellent, Heidi!” What had she said again? “We should get to- to working on that soon very much.”

He seriously hoped that she’d explain it to him again later. He was starting to feel a bit guilty for not listening when she had proposed her idea in the first place. It was a weird, unexplainable type of guilt.

She grinned at him, and he had to blink a few times, blinded as if he had looked directly at the sun. “Great! Okay. Well I’m gonna go home now, then. We can work on it this weekend… I’m free on Sunday. Does that work?”

Her voice was quite nice, too…

“Y- yeah, that works,” he said in a daze, and then he immediately wanted to punch himself. Sunday absolutely did not work. He had a stage play to watch and then he had speech therapy right afterwards, not to mention bible study in the morning beforehand.

Great. And here he was, standing there quietly and not correcting himself at all. The words that usually came so easily to him were jammed tightly in his head.

“Alright!” Heidi exclaimed. Jimmy couldn’t possibly interrupt her now. “Well, I'll see you later then, okay?”

He nodded. Tried to keep his cool. But his smile felt way too affectionate on his face. “Yeah, I’ll c- catch you later.”

When she was gone, he felt simultaneously fuzzy and vaguely disappointed. Which was bad, because it meant that he was no better than a senile cat.

His heart felt funny in his chest, and he waited for her to exit the building, which was mostly empty at this point, before doing the same. Thankfully, he walked considerably slower than her, so she was already gone by the time he was outside.

…Damn it. Damn it.

What even was the science project?

He made his way towards the general direction of his house, and although he had a well trained neutral expression on his face, his mind was spinning with random things like, for whatever reason, brown hair and flower beanies. A soft voice saying who knew what, smooth hands clutching the straps of a purple backpack…

He just couldn’t get the sight of Heidi out of his mind.

He tried thinking of jokes as a distraction, but the punchlines kept slipping through his fingers like sand. He couldn’t even remember any of his scripts despite studying them a million times over. To be honest, the only thing that was clear in his mind was that he already wanted to see Heidi again— but he also really, really didn’t.

Girls were usually just a crutch for him that made him look cooler in the public eye. Because every guy has been in a relationship. He always liked to show his partners off, flaunt a bit, make up lies about what they did together at his house as if they weren’t just doing homework while sitting next to each other.

Normally that was fine. It was normal and acceptable… more like going through the motions if anything— Get together, hang out in public, go to the movies a few times, have sleepovers, and then break up a few weeks later. Over and over again. Not very exciting, to be frank, when it was repeated so many times.

So why did he feel so struck with giddiness at the thought of doing all of that with Heidi? Why did the last step feel more like a bad thing instead of a normal conclusion?

That wasn’t how it usually worked. Surely this was something else.

His heart was beating fast.

And that was also weird. Dating was something that helped your image. It made people look good. It was cool, and that was it. Right?

This… didn’t feel cool.

This felt fuzzy. Warm. When she had spoken to him— and sure, he had heard her talk at some point before, but it was only just now processing in his mind— it had felt like his soul was dipped in honey and placed on a small paper boat in a pond. And that was way too warm to be a simple charade in the making.

… And far too sappy to be even slightly cool.

He sighed, long and drawn out, stopping in his path for a moment to glance at the sky before moving forward again.

It was going to be one hell of a night, that was for sure.

[im-getting-help]

Let me tell youuu! It not only haunted me, I think it saved my fucking life.

In 2020 I came back to fandom spaces thanks to the It movies.

It started in twitter. I was lurking, looking for memes, and I found one of those screenshot fics accounts and began reading Turtle Creek. (that format was insane! I kinda miss it tho).

Eventually, ended up in ao3. The same person who was writing some of the twitter accounts wrote some fics there.

I kept reading through twitter cause, again, that format of screenshot stories was addictive and I found a very interesting fic.

This fic was a short story that was all text messages until the last chapter. In this, Eddie texts a wrong number and it turns out to be Richie, but obviously they don't know. They keep texting and I'm not going to spoil cause when I tell you this one is GOOD I'm not lying.

That fic becames one of my absolute favorites. I love that fic with my heart.

When covid restrictions stopped in my country, (around 2021) I said goodbye to It and went back to normal boring life.

You see, for the longest time I lived like a closeted fan. I'm not sure what made me so reluctant to be active in fandom but I just couldn't. I didn't want to be a fan and I was afraid to interact with communities. I didn't like, shared or comment anything. I was like a ghost, I read, y watched and I left. My close friends knew what I liked and once in a while I talked about how much I loved the It movies, but specifically online I didn't want anything to do with fandom. So, when covid stopped I thought the logical thing to do was to just go back to living "normal life".

I started uni and time passed. Then, around march of 2023 I was looking for something in the IG stories archive and found a story I made with a Pennywise filter and thought "Aw! the It fandom! Nice ❤".

A week later I can't stop thinking about It. I'm in class and I remember a meme i've seen in twitter 3 years ago and I start laughing. I find an old drive file filled with It memes I download in 2020. I go to twitter to see if I can find Turtle Creek and it's gone. I don't remember any of the user names of the people who wrote those other fics i read at the time. I never followed anyone and I never interacted with anyone, I don't remember fics names or accounts. I only have some memes and art, some from artists that they don't even have accounts anymore.

The thing is, I was entering depression again at that time. Just like in 2020, the It fandom was holding my hand and telling me "Hey! here is something lovely for you to enjoy today, life isn't horrible!" so, I relented. I came back to tumblr, I opened an account on ao3 and started looking for new fics. For some reason I thought all the fics I read on twitter were lost forever (so dramatic lol).

Months passed and istg if it wasn't for It fics I'm sure I would've dropped out of uni. I was so fucking depressed, the only thing that motivated me was reading a new one shot or next chapter and I used it as a reward to study. I used it as a reward to get out of bed sometimes. When I was really depressed I thought 'I want to know what happens in the next chapter' 'I want to read one more fic by x author', 'maybe x abandoned fic finally gets an update'.

Around september I was scrolling through the reddie tag and I find this fic, 'Wrong Number' by Blissymbolics (amazing writer!!) that sounds really interesting. Is a story in which Eddie texts a stranger by accident and it turns out to be Richie... guys... I cried re-reading that fic. It felt like finding an old friend on a crowded street and giving them a big hug. I was in a call with friend like "DUDE I FOUND IT!! I FOUND THAT AWESOME FIC I READ ON TWITTER!"

After that I think something clicked, I was like, yeah I love this place, I want to be part of the communities, I want to interact and leave comments, the writers deserve to know how much I love their works, how they make my day better every time they post.

So yeah, it haunted me, and it saved me. I honestly think it literally saved me.

has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just… haunts them? like it’s been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it’s just a single line, one sentence that you can’t shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?

[adarlingwrites]

Leave it to the Wind

Summary: Between deadlines, an awful transport system, and aswangs lurking about in the shadows, you have much to worry about as a college student in Manila, and it's so much that your social life is practically dead. Your wind people roommates want to help you remedy that.

Words: 9343

Relationships: The Kambal/Reader (Crispin/Reader/Basilio)

Warnings: Adult content, alcohol, brief scene of sexual harassment

Author’s Notes: God, the fandom is so thirsty for the Kambal, and so am I. Finally, some Filipino himbo representation.

The premise is: Hannah and Amie decides to play matchmaker. Hilarity ensues. Smut ensues. Please be nice, I based the characterizations of the character on the Netflix series and Trese wiki pages since I couldn't get my hands on the original comics yet oof. Some words, like terms of endearment and curse words, will remain in Filipino. Translations are provided. Reader is AFAB and is referred to with female pronouns.

Reposting this from AO3 with all three chapters in one post. A Filipino (Taglish) translation is in the works!

I

You don’t know how they managed to convince you, to be honest.

You rarely ever go out at night anymore. So many strange incidents transpire in Manila’s narrow streets. Just recently, you’ve heard of a new story about a tikbalang who allegedly participated in illegal street races.

So when your roommates and friends Amie and Hannah invited you for a night out, you hesitated. You gave them every excuse you can think of; you needed to do laundry, you needed to study, you needed to finish a project, and so on.

You know that the two of them are wind people, but you can’t help but think. Which of the various stories you had been hearing are real? What else in this world you haven’t witnessed yet?

“Aw, you’re such a buzzkill! Pretty please? You don’t go out with us as often. Enjoy yourself a little,” Amie whines, lying on the sofa of your living room.

On the other hand, Hannah turns to you with a mischievous grin on her face. “C’mon, get dressed already,” she commanded. “There are some total hotties we’d like you to meet! One of them might catch your eye!”

“I told you, I don’t need a relationship. You two try this every week. How do you even know so many people?” you retort, laughing softly at yourself.

“Well, our night lives are active,” Hannah retorted. “Don’t forget our sex lives!” the other added. Hearing those words, you felt your face get flushed with heat.

You needed a good fuck.

“Damn it, fine! As long as you pay for me.”

They finally got you to say yes.

As the night went on, you went to several bars, and you swore that you had explored every crevice of the city. It doesn’t help that the guy Amie and Hannah were with, a tall, dark and handsome man with flowing locks of black hair, drove like a demon. You got around quickly in no time.

Around an hour after midnight, you’re all exhausted from a night of dancing and mingling. None of the people your friends introduced to you caught your attention. At that point, you just wanted a stiff drink to unwind.

Voicing it to your drinking buddies, they nod in agreement.

“I know just the place, in Malate,” the man you’re with said. “Quiet. Discreet. I can take you there, if you want.”

“You mean The Diabolical, right? Let’s go! Text Crispin and Basilio, they might be hangin’ there too,” Amie croons.

A chuckle escapes your lips upon hearing their names. “Huh? Were they named after the characters in Jose Rizal’s novel?”

“I think so? Whatever! But seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!”

The remark made you laugh so hard, you swore you can be heard in the next city. “What the fuck! Amie, gaga ka, Sisa was their mom! The context of that scene was rough.”

Hannah’s mischievous grin spreads on her face once more, and she gently elbows your side. “Well, if you’re lucky, in this context you’d be crying their names while your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

You’ll never admit it, but you had hoped all their teasing would come true.

It didn’t take long for the four of you to reach your destination. As you enter The Diabolical, a strange chill envelopes you. The air feels different inside; it’s almost as if you stepped in a different world. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but when you looked around, you saw a duwende sitting by the bar. Or was it called a nuno? At the end of the bar, you saw them; two men both dressed in black suits. One has short hair, while the other one has longer, reaching past his shoulders. However, they’re facing away from you. Only the back of their head and part of their cheeks were visible where you stood.

You snapped out of it when the man you three are with spoke up. “I’m gonna call it a night. Have fun, you three.”

“For real? Wow Maliksi, this is the first time I ever saw you wanting to leave early. Aren’t you gonna stop by and say hi to Alex?” Hannah asks him.

“Maybe next time,” Maliksi answers back, a somber expression on his face. “Oh em gee, did you two fight? Wait, what are you two?” Amie asks.

“Whatever. It’s complicated. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Your friends nodded and let Maliksi be. He waves at your group, and heads out the door. The engine of his car roars to life, and his car screeches away.

As the car moved farther away though, it seems that the screeching of the tires turned into hoofbeats.

Perhaps it’s just your imagination.

“Amie! Hannah! Have a drink! Hey, who’s that with you? Is that the person you’ve been wanting us to meet for ages now?”

Your head turns to where the voice was coming from; one of the men in the suits, the one with short hair in particular. You finally had a good look on their faces.

Twins?

“Crispin! Meet our friend! This is…”

As Amie and Hannah introduce you to the Twins, you can’t help but stare. You took the sight of their features in; they’re tall, with broad shoulders, and hard muscle underneath that black suit and white tie ensemble. They have wide noses with a high bridge, prominent bone structure, and a prominent widow’s peak.

Merciful Bathala, they’re gorgeous.

What caught your attention the most are their eyes. They're pitch black, save for the small reflection of light.

Are these people even human?

“Stare at them like that any longer and they might melt,” Amie teases. The two of your friends are giving you an ear-splitting grin due to your reaction to the Twins.

“I, uh-” you stuttered, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be shy. You can sit between us, miss. We’re all friends here,” the twin with the longer hair says. If the other one is Crispin, then this must be Basilio.

Behind you, your friends are already giggling. They took their places next to the twins and leaned on their biceps. Across from you, the bartender comes to take your order.

“What’ll it be, kid?” he asks.

For some reason, you’re panicking. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it’s because you’re sandwiched between the twins. “Uh, what would you recommend, manong?”

Laughter erupted from the twins. “Hank, she called you manong!” Basilio teases while grinning like a fucking dog. “Geez, are you really that old?” Crispin eggs him on, giving him a shit-eating grin. Hank takes a wet rag he uses to wipe down the countertop and strikes the two down. “You goddamn assholes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with them.

“Ow! Alright, we’re sorry, we’re sorry. Get them the best seller, Hank. We’ll pay for their tab,” Basilio says, and Hannah and Amie squeals with joy.

“Oh em gee, you boys are so sweet! Thank youuu!”

As Hank prepares you a drink, you try conversing with the twins. “You two seem fun to have as drinking buddies.”

Hank turns around to reach a bottle from the shelf. “Those two are mischievous little shits, that’s for sure. You know, when these two were kids...”

“Hey man, don’t embarrass us like that in front of our new friend,” Crispin whines.

While the three continues fucking around, you leaned back slightly to glimpse at Amie, who was trying to get your attention for a while now. She points to her phone, and you fetch yours from your bag.

You read your group chat with them. “Soooo, do you like, like them?” Hannah’s message said.

“You’re into them aren’t you? You got so shy around them, it’s so cute!” Amie’s message said.

“Right? It’s rare to see you so flustered!”

You typed away furiously at your phone, cautious to not let the twins beside you see the conversation.

“Well, they’re an improvement from the ones you introduced me to earlier. Easier on the eyes, too…”

Your friends giggled, and as their drinks arrived, they stood up. “Girl, we’re gonna leave you with them, there’s some super hot tikbalangs who just came in the bar. Byeeee!”

“Hey, wait!”

They didn’t heed your words and went to sit on the tikbalangs’ laps.

Fuck, tikbalangs are real? Is Maliksi a tikbalang too?

“And off they go, flirting with those beasts after they’ve used us for drinks,” Crispin laments, voice dripping with light-hearted sarcasm.

“It’s not like it’s the first time we got used by them though,” Basilio adds, cringing.

You can’t help but laugh.  “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

Basilio’s head whips towards you, sweat gathering on his brow. “Seriously?! Shit, what did they say about us?”

“All good things, don’t you worry,” you answered.

“Nah, I need to hear what they said word for word,” the twin with long hair responds. “This is making me paranoid!”

Crispin moves closer to you, Basilio puts a friendly arm around your shoulder, and you can only smile. All of you are inebriated and if you were sober, and if someone else dared to get this close to you, you might’ve slapped them. But you feel good about the Twins, and your roommates never put you in harm’s way, so your trust for them extended to the brothers, somehow.

“Just tell us already,” Crispin slurs. “Tell us what they said about us. We’re curious.”

“Fine, fine. Okay, Amie and Hannah mentioned your names when Maliksi suggested that we head here to drink. Then, I mentioned that your names came from Rizal’s novels.”

“Then Amie said,” you continued, pausing briefly to come up with an impression of your roommate’s speech. “‘Seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!’ Fuck, it was so messed up!”

“That’s messed up, alright,” Basilio sputters, his face a deep shade of crimson. “I’m this hot and those are the only details they can spare?!”

“Ok, but that Sisa joke was kind of funny though. But it was still fucked up,” Crispin adds, and he takes a sip of his drink.

“Hold your horses, the story’s not done yet,” you say. You’re starting to feel more confident around the two.

Your conversation went places, until you found yourselves drinking until three in the morning, and at that point, it’s only just the four of you in the bar; Hank, the Twins, and you. Even Hannah and Amie are nowhere to be seen. Knowing them, they probably took the tikbalangs they were flirting with back to your apartment.

They didn’t even wait for you. Looks like they’re really setting you up tonight. Maybe they wanted the apartment to themselves tonight, and they got exactly what they wanted.

You had planned on getting up to go to the restroom, but when you tried standing up, you almost fell from the chair. The Twins caught you before you landed face first against the floor.

“She’s had enough to drink,” Hank comments. They set you on a chair with a backrest. “How will she get home? We can’t send her off in a cab at this rate. The train doesn't run this late either.”

“Hannah left her behind too,” Crispin adds.

“Hey, how are we gonna deal with this?” Basilio asks. “We can get you home once we sober up a little. It’s fine if you-”

Basilio never got to finish what he was going to say, because you nodded off against his stomach, and puked your lunch out.

You don’t remember anything after that.

When you awaken, the sun is already high up, and the first thing that greets you is the fan in the ceiling. Your muscles are screaming at you, and your throat feels dry. Memories of last night came crashing back and you started sweating in horror. Maybe it’s just a drunken dream, but it felt all too real.

You were flirting with these gorgeous twins, had too much to drink, and at some point puked all over one of the twins’ shoes.

And now, you don’t know whose bedroom you are in. You check yourself, and you’re still wearing the same clothes, with nothing out of place. There are no bruises or marks on your body either. You looked around you, but there was no one else in the room.

The doors crack open slightly, and you see two pairs of void-black eyes.

“I… um… good morning?”

“It’s… already 2 in the afternoon,” one of them says. He has long hair. This one is the twin you threw up on.

“Why don’t you have some lunch?” the other one said.

You just nodded and said nothing else, ashamed of yourself. You threw up on one of them and now you’re eating at their table. You just wanted the ground to swallow you alive.

“Sorry for puking on you last night,” you near-whispered to Basilio after you swallowed your first bite of food.

The silence broke when Crispin roared with laughter, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Meanwhile, Basilio was glaring daggers at his brother. He’s frowning like a child whose toy got taken from him. “Sure, keep laughing, kuya.”

“I’ll never show my face here again, I promise,” you say to them, hiding your face behind your hands.

“What’re you talking about? Forget about it. We’re friends now, right?” Basilio tells you, smiling. “But next time, vomit on my brother too.”

“No one’s throwing up because I won’t be allowing any of you to get wasted that bad ever again,” Hank announces as he enters the room with a carafe in his hand. “Bossing’s not gonna like it if the bar ends up smelling as bad as Basilio’s room. Here, have some coffee.”

“We should introduce you to bossing next time too. She’s not here at the moment,” Crispin adds. “Let’s do this again next week.”

The invitation made you smile, and you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You continued eating the rest of your meal.

“...my room doesn’t smell that, right?” Basilio asks after a few moments of silence.

“Gago, it stinks so bad. It’s why we made the guest stay at my room, because if she stayed at yours she could’ve died from how bad it is,” Crispin exclaims. “Seriously, how can you live with bringing women to your room at that point?”

“Kuya, you’re embarrassing me to our guest!”

Translations for non-Filipino speaking folks:

bossing: a somewhat affectionate way to say “boss”. Comes from the old tradition of adding -eng or -ing to ones name to make a nickname, e.g. Luciana - Lucing

Gago/gaga (ka): (you) idiot/moron - someone stupid, foolish or ignorant

Tikbalang: creature from Filipino mythology similar to a centaur. They are hulking beasts with a horse's head.

manong: a term for endearment to an elderly male relative, or elderly men in general. Originally an Ilokano term referring to the first born son in a nuclear family.

kuya: big brother. Can be used to refer to one's own older brother, someone else's older brother, or an older peer or male acquaintance.

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Author’s Notes: This chapter was heavily inspired by Bita and the Botflies' song Manghuhula.

Warnings: brief scene of sexual harrassment

After washing up, the Twins accompanied you to the gate, exchanging glances at each other behind your back. Little did they know, you definitely noticed it.

“Wait,” Basilio says, tapping your shoulder lightly with a large hand.

Crispin takes his phone out of his pocket. His younger brother proceeds to do the same. “Give us your phone. We’ll add our numbers, and you can text us if something happens,” he says.

“Or when you get home safe,” Basilio adds.

You look at the two of them back and forth. “This isn’t just an elaborate excuse for the two of you to get my number, right?”

Neither of the two spoke, giving each other a nervous glance.

Their reaction made you laugh out loud, and you took out your phone from your bag. “Here. I’ll give you my Facespace too.”

With the tension broken, the three of you exchange a chuckle. You punch in your number in their phones, while they did the same to yours. Crispin looks over his brother’s shoulder and frowns.

“Epal,” Crispin says to his brother, snatching your phone away from him. The older twin types something in, and it’s the younger one’s turn to stick his nose in. Basilio attempts to get the phone back, cursing all the time.

“You’re going to break her phone, gago,” the older twin curses, pushing a palm against Basilio’s face. “Then let it go! You’re the epal, I wasn’t done yet,” the younger one snaps back.

You give them a look of irritation, and check out what they’re arguing about.

“What the hell are you two grown-ass men fighting about?” you ask as you butt in to look at what they’re doing.

A loud snort bubbles from you as you see it; Basilio added “the hot twin” next to his contact name. Crispin added “the hotter twin”. Now, the former wanted to outdo his older brother.

Against your better judgment, you say, “You’re twins. You look like each other. You’re both hot. Now stop fighting over my phone.”

Perhaps it’s the afternoon heat, but there is a tinge of red in their cheeks after your remark. You waved them goodbye as you got in a tricycle that’ll get you to the nearest train station.

The MRT, in some strange miraculous twist of fate, isn’t as packed as usual. It’s still populated, but there were a few seats waiting to be taken. You sit down somewhere away from direct sunlight, and you take out your phone to tell Hannah and Amie that you’re on the way home.

The first thing you see is a text from Basilio. Then, a text from Crispin. You tell them both that you’re on the train now, completely forgetting about messaging your roommates. To pass the time, you launch the Facespace app and decide to look up their profiles, only to find out that they’ve already sent you a friend request.

Upon seeing Crispin’s profile, you did your damn best to stifle a laugh.

His work description says “works at the Krusty Krab,” but that wasn’t the craziest thing about his profile. At first, the Bible verse in his bio caught you off guard, thinking that someone like him didn’t seem religious, but when you quickly looked up “Ezekiel 23:20,” you did your best not to howl with laughter.

Basilio’s isn’t any better.

In his work description, he put “Model at For Her Magazine,” and “edi sa puso mo.” Then you scroll down to see a thirst trap of him pulling his shirt up with his teeth, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks again. Well, at least that work description is believable.

They’re- what was that term your younger university friends were using again?- himbos.

They’re definitely himbos.

Arriving at your place, you slot your key inside the doorknob and twist. As you enter the door, the heavy, musky scent of sex and sweat hits your face, and you regret getting too wasted last night and losing your chance to hook up with one of the Twins.

Or both.

Both?

Regardless, at least they’ve invited you again to hang out next week.

You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at the scene before you. Cans of beer litter the living room, and your roommates are taking a nap by the couch. A tikbalang comes out of the bathroom, glamor off, and you snort as you watch him duck under the door frame because of his massive height.

“It’s already four in the afternoon. Time to go, big guy.”

He nods awkwardly in acknowledgment, morphing into his human disguise, and exiting your apartment.

You sit between your roommates, rousing them from their sleep. “I’m not going to clean this mess up,” you tell them, motioning to the trashed state of the living room, and reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. You just want to take a shower afterwards and sleep in your own bed tonight.

After rubbing the sleep from their eyes, your roommates near-tackles you on the couch, a curious, excited look on their faces. You forgot all about what you were watching and stared at them in surprise.

“So how did it go? Did you get to hook up with any of them?” Amie asks.

“Or both of them?” Hannah adds.

“Gaga, nothing like that happened.”

The two of them let you go with disappointed looks on their faces. “So sayang! Here we were thinking you finally have a sex life,” one of them says as you lean back on the backrest, closing your eyes as they continue to pester you for details.

“Why are you two so determined to get me to screw someone?” you finally snapped, amused and irked at the same time.

“Because you’ve been doing nothing but totally stressing yourself out! See how super fun it is to let go every now and then?”

“Thanks for the new drinking buddies, girls, but I have my fingers to keep me company. Hookups are too much work,” you lie to them, eyes still closed.

“That’s a toe-curling, full-body orgasm you’re missing out on, girl!”

“That’s assuming that the person I’m with knows what they’re doing,” you retorted.

One of them pokes your side with an elbow, and you assume it’s Hannah. “The Twins do.”

You opened your eyes, and you guessed right; it’s Hannah. You give her a look, before rolling your eyes, appearing to look disinterested. The smirk tugging at the edge of your lips says otherwise, though.

“So what happened last night?” Amie asks.

“I got wasted and threw up on Basilio’s shoes. Then, I ended up sleeping in Crispin’s room. When I woke up, they fed me and sent me home,” you tell them. Your roommates giggle at the story.

“Ah, speaking of which, I gotta let them know I got home,” you said off-hand, and somehow the remark only spurred your wind people roommates on.

“Yieee, you’re friends with them on Facespace already!” Amie quips, leaning in to see what you’re typing. Playfully, you move your phone away from her to conceal what you’re typing.

“Make a group chat with them!” Hannah exclaims, taking your phone away from you. You tried taking it back, but Amie joins in the mischief and blocks you from doing so.

When you got your phone back, the deed was done, and the chat was renamed to a single eggplant emoji. The like button was replaced by an eggplant emoji too.

Panicking, you add your roommates to the group to avoid looking suspicious, and swiftly type up a defense.

“Please ignore that, Hannah made this chat using my account.”

The teasing never stopped after that.

Weeks passed and you never bothered to change it, though.

It’s been about two months since your first encounter with the Twins. You’re becoming a familiar face at The Diabolical, going every Saturday to see them. Sometimes Hannah and Amie didn’t accompany you anymore. You’ve met the Twins’ bossing a few times, who turned out to be none other than Alexandra Trese. You’ve heard of her exploits and the two imposing bodyguards who were almost always with her. It surprised you that they’re none other than the Twins you knew, but it made perfect sense. Those two were jacked, and those muscles aren’t only for show.

Of course, because of your increasing presence in the bar, it didn’t take long for the rumors to circulate. Word on the street is both of the Twins had a thing for you, and neither is making a move out of consideration for the other. They are waiting for you to move.

You elected to ignore them, perfectly happy with your arrangement of having two handsome men to keep you company while you unwind. The thought of getting together with one of them, or even both of them did cross your mind a few times, however.

Ultimately, you wouldn’t know what to do if the day comes that you’ll have to confront how you feel and choose between the two.

Do you have to?

Crispin and Basilio are twins, but they’re distinct from each other. The older is more serious, with a dryer sense of humor, while the younger is goofier, and somewhat softer. One complements the other, and they’re both good company despite their differences.

Speak of the devil. Your phone buzzes and you see that the eggplant chat is active. The Twins are inviting you to The Diabolical again.

“See you guys at eight,” you type in. Someone reacts with an eggplant to your message. Then the next few messages were nothing but eggplant emojis, followed by Basilio sending “#TeamTalong”. Crispin cusses him out for it, but sends the same message right after.

Yeah, that became a thing among the five of you.

You and the wind girls got dressed and took a taxi to the bar, your favorite jacket draped over your shoulders. Pressured by your roommates, you wore something nicer tonight; a black faux leather dress that hugs your figure deliciously. The shiny fabric added to the effect. The six bottles of Pulang Tikbalang beer the three of you shared before going out might’ve contributed to your newfound bravado.

But now that you’re actually wearing it outside your apartment, you feel a little reluctant.

“Maybe wearing this is a bad idea,” you mutter to no one in particular, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear out of self-consciousness.

Amie taps you from behind. “Oh hush, that outfit is totally sexy,” she comments. “Finally ready to get dicked down tonight, girl?”

“Shhh, gaga ka, manong driver can hear you.”

That didn’t deter them from making more inappropriate comments, much to the manong's ire.

It’s nine already when you get there, you’re in the Philippines after all. The merriment is already in full swing when you step through the door. Hannah and Amie went ahead and sat next to their lay of the week. The Twins wave you over from their usual spot, but before you can reach them, a man you’ve never seen before tries to get your attention, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Hey baby. You’re a regular here, right? Want to drink with me?”

“Sorry, I’m here with someone else,” you tell him, moving away.

“Ah, here to see the Twins? Why don’t you ditch them for a change of pace and come with me, babe?”

“Not interested,” you flat out said. “Please move, or I’ll make you move.”

To your surprise, the man drops his glamor and reveals himself to be a kapre. He looms over you, cigar in his mouth, and you can feel the tension rising. People are starting to stare, and your friends took notice of it too.

“Try,” he huffs, puffing smoke to your face. You give him a sour glare while trying not to cough.

Before your roommates or the Twins could come to your aid, you panicked and saw an empty bottle of Pulang Tikbalang on a nearby table. Emboldened by the alcohol in your veins, you shatter the bottle and point the jagged edge at the hulking beast, hands shaking. You are a tiny thing compared to the enormous creature before you, after all.

“Don’t you dare look down on me.”

“Already doing that, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you say as you press the edge against his stomach, not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

“I love it when they fight back,” the kapre croons.

Under the haze of alcohol, you were more than ready to shove the edge in, consequences be damned.

Before things could escalate, Crispin takes the broken bottle off of your hands and steers you away from the stranger, while Basilio steps in to defuse the tension. “Hey, why don’t you back off, pal? Our friend said no. You wouldn’t want us to tell our bossing to ban you from the place because of this misunderstanding now, don’t you?”

Heart in your throat, you turn to the Twins, then to the kapre. The tree giant pauses, looking at the three of you, then smirks.

“Heh. Fine. But if you torpe whelps don’t make a move, I will.”

The giant puts his glamor back on and skulks away.

“Wow, what a jerk! He only left you alone when the boys stepped in,” Hannah quips, tossing her hair in indignation.

“You almost didn’t need rescuing, but I’d hate to help Hank mop the blood off the floor later,” Basilio comments, nudging you gently with an elbow. His eyes go a little lower from your face, and you see him look away.

You realized Crispin hasn’t let go of you yet.

“C’mon, let’s just go,” you tell everyone. Crispin proceeds to remove his hand away from your shoulder, and you take your usual seats by the bar.

The bar is loud, but the silence between the three of you is deafening. Even Hank seems to have taken notice, eyeing your usually loud and cheerful group.

“What’s up with you three? What happened back there?” the older man asks, leaning over the bar top.

“Just a handsy kapre who couldn’t take no for an answer. I won’t let it spoil the night,” you answer him.

“That’s the spirit. Holler if he tries something like that again, I’ll have him kicked out,” Hank replies, setting down three ice-cold beers in front of you guys.

Yet somehow, the conversation never livened up.

Three bottles of Pulang Tikbalang later, you’ve had enough.

“This is about what that kapre said, isn’t it?” you finally say, slightly pissed.

The Twins look at each other with guilty expressions, and simultaneously nod.

“Do you boys wanna talk about it?”

They look at each other again. “Shit, this is awkward,” Crispin comments, scratching his head. Basilio nods in agreement, uncharacteristically silent. “We didn’t want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do,” the older twin continues.

“Look, I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my kuya just because we’re interested in the same girl,” Basilio says. “Same here,” Crispin adds.

“So we were waiting for you to make your own move,” Basilio continues.

“Ah. So the rumors are true,” you sighed.

“We’ll accept whatever outcome there is. If you choose me, or Basilio, or neither because this is fucking messy, we totally get it,” the older twin says, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.

Now the decision rests in your hands.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private?” you ask them.

You watch as both of them gulp. “Where do you wanna talk?” Basilio asks.

“Anywhere private.”

“I just cleaned my room earlier. Why don’t we continue this there?”

You nod, and they lead you away from the bar.

Looks like it’s going to be a long night.

Translations for non-Filipino speakers:

epal: in Filipino slang, usually refers to a person who inappropriately presents himself in a situation or butts into a conversation.

kapre: a tree-giant from Filipino mythology. Often described as very tall, dark, and hairy. Almost never seen without a cigar.

sayang: literally means waste. Can be used alone as an expression similar to "what a waste!"

torpe: someone who cannot spit their romantic or sexual feelings out to a crush or love interest

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Author’s Notes:

Warnings: Smut. Filthy smut. Writer-is-definitely-going-to-the-second-circle-of-the-Seven-Circles-of-Hell-levels-of-filthy smut. Bawal bata, tulog na. If you're under 18 please turn back.

After the door closes behind the three of you, you sit on the bed, while Crispin sits on a chair near his brother’s desk. Basilio locks the door, and leans against it, unable to look at you.

“Right. So. How are we going to deal with this?” you ask them, crossing your legs.

“Don’t ask us,” Crispin says, swiveling the chair to face you. “You’re the one caught in the middle after all.”

Curse his choice of words.

“This is too weird,” Basilio speaks up. “If you want me to unlock the door, just say the word. We can walk out of this like nothing happened.”

“And then what? Things are going to be awkward between the three of us, I just know it,” you say to him, palming the back of your neck. “Things might get awkward with Amie and Hannah too, and I live with them. I don’t want our tropa to disband just because of relationship drama.”

“What about Amie and Hannah? Is it because we have history with those two?” Crispin asks.

“They’ve been trying to set me up with either of you. The fact that they also slept with you in the past also doesn’t help. Shit, this is messy.”

“Er, um,” Basilio stutters. “That might’ve been our fault.”

You furrow your brow and cross your arms. “Keep going.”

The Twins look at each other, as if gauging who should explain the situation. “So, we remained in contact after being used as a prize for bossing’s race with Maliksi, right?” Crispin starts.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, they mentioned a third roommate in passing and joked about lending us to her. Of course we blew them off, then Amie showed us a picture of you. We got curious and asked them to introduce you,” Basilio continues.

“I didn’t expect us five to become friends. And now we’re in this mess,” Crispin adds.

You look at them back and forth, and laugh in resignation. Elbows digging against your lap and palms pressed against your face, you rub your face and run it through your hair. “Amazing. Just amazing. See, I have a problem too.”

The Twins didn’t respond, eyes fixated on you.

“I like the two of you.”

You feel the air shift around you. Basilio’s standing upright by the door now, and Crispin straightened up too. The room is so quiet, you can hear them gulp in anticipation for what will happen next.

“There. I said it. The reason why I haven’t made a move at all is because of this exact moment that I was dreading. I didn’t want to choose,” you admit, feeling the blood rush to your head. “I just wanted for us three to stay like that, drinking buddies sprinkled with sexual tension.”

“And you’re in the middle, enjoying our attention,” Crispin says, crossing his arms.

“Selfish, I know,” you admit, head hanging low.

This is it, the moment that can make or break you three.

“Us three. If only...” you whisper, only for the words to fall flat on your tongue

You stand up, gathering your things and carrying your bag. “Nevermind. What a mess we’re in. I’ll go so you two can sort things out between the two of you. It’s been a fun ride.”

Basilio doesn’t move from the door, and behind you, you can hear Crispin getting up from his seat.

“We can still make this work, right kuya?” Basilio starts, looking over your head to give his brother a knowing look.

“Yeah, I think so,” Crispin replies. “What was that you said? The three of us?”

Your eyes widen, and you look at them back and forth. Their bodies are dangerously close to yours. Now you’re literally caught in the middle.

“I- uh…”

“I think we can work out an arrangement,” Basilio whispers, one hand moving to hold yours.

“Only if you want to,” Crispin adds, his breath kissing the back of your neck.

“I don’t want to lose either of you,” Basilio adds.

“Same here.”

Damn it all.

Giving in to your darkest, most hidden desires, you lean in to capture Basilio’s lips with yours, leaving his black eyes wide open in surprise. They flutter close, and he savors the kiss, slipping a tongue in. Then you turn to Crispin, and you give him the same sweet kiss as well.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like, now,” Basilio mutters, feeling the front of his trousers get tighter as he watches you make out with his brother.

Bringing your attention back to the younger twin, you loosen his tie, while you push out your ass to grind against Crispin. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

“Wait, are you sure about this? All of us drank tonight… we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Crispin says, moving his hips away from you. Basilio pauses too, and wraps his hands around your wrists to still your hands, a look of concern on his face.

“Kuya’s right.”

“I’m a grown woman. I might’ve had a few bottles, but I know what I want,” you reassure them, waiting for the two to make a move. “I know I want you two for months.”

Basilio lets go of your hands and lets you do as you please, a cocky smirk on his lips. Behind you, you can feel Crispin’s gloved hands reaching for the zipper of your dress. “Really? How much do you want us? C’mon, say it,” Basilio asks, moving in to place kisses on your neck.

“I wanna hear it too,” Crispin whispers against your shoulder, and he punctuates it with a light kiss.

All of a sudden, you felt shy at the prospect of confessing your fantasies out loud. “Why don’t I just show you boys?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one,” Basilio teases. “Consider it as payback for throwing up all over my shoes.”

“You’re still- ah!- mad about that?” you ask him, gasping in the middle of doing so when you felt a hand snake between your legs from behind. The older twin slips his fingers past your underwear, circling your clit with slow strokes.

“Not mad, I just want things to be fair,” Basilio teases, pulling your dress down. He gives your breasts a squeeze, fondling and rolling your nipples until they harden, and he seals his lips over your right one. Crispin moves from behind you and he takes his place next to his twin, lathing his tongue over the left. All four of their hands pawed at your flesh greedily.

You were at a loss for words because of how good they’re making you feel, soft moans bubbling from your throat.

“Speechless already, huh?” Crispin mumbles against your skin.

“Ngh! The wind girls weren’t lying, you two know what you’re doing,” you gasped, face flushed as you watched the Twins lavish their attention on your breasts.

“Shhh, stop changing the subject. Play along, or neither of us will make you cum,” he adds, pausing to give you a teasing lick, and resting his tongue on top of the hardened bud. On the other hand, Basilio is sucking like a starved babe while squeezing your still clothed behind.

You fake a scoff of indignation and grin. “Fine. I- oh fuck- want you two so much, I’ve been fantasizing for weeks.”

Basilio pauses to address you. “Describe them.”

You’re a little mortified, but the alcohol in your system pushes you to be bolder. “I imagined Basilio punishing me for ruining his shoes.”

“And how did he do that?” Crispin’s voice.

“He asked me to suck him off,” you start, and a pinch on your bottom from the subject of your fantasy tells you that he wanted to hear more details. “He fucked my face while pulling my hair and told me how good I was the whole time and that he forgave me.”

“What about me? What fantasies did you have?” Crispin asks again.

Your breath hitched in your throat but you pushed on. “Hearing how you scolded Basilio, I imagined you taking me from behind and saying the meanest, dirtiest things possible.”

The Twins looked at each other, and stopped, their lips leaving your breasts with a lewd pop. “You want to make them all come true?” Basilio asks.

Cheeks burning, you give them a curt nod.

The two of them lead you to the bed, where Crispin puts you on all fours, and he takes his place from behind. On the other hand, Basilio is standing near the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants inches away from your face. You stare at it, licking your lips.

As you undid Basilio’s pants, he shrugs off his suit jacket and takes off his tie, then he takes off his dress shirt, revealing his abs and the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen, disappearing into his briefs. From behind, you hear fabric shifting, then Crispin peels your panties off of you. He brings a gloved hand against your skin in a loud smack, making you cry out.

“Ah, wait, we need a safeword,” Crispin mentions, soothingly squeezing your skin.

“What about Eternos?” Basilio suggests, and Crispin cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, you mean, like the game?”

You stifle a laugh. “I’m fine with it,” you say to them, and they take it as a signal to continue.

The older twin dips a gloved finger between your folds, gathering your wetness, and tsked. “Look at you, already so fucking wet. You want this so much, huh?”

You nod frantically, then Basilio stills your head. “Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out.”

You oblige, and Basilio fishes his cock out of his briefs. Your eyes grow wider as you take in the sight of it; girthy, with a nice length, and a few veins running on the underside. You wonder if Crispin’s is the same. The twin in front of you lightly smacks his member against your tongue, and you proceed to lick it, running from the base to the tip, slicking it with saliva. You swirl your tongue around it, then try to slide it in your mouth as smoothly as possible.

As Basilio begins to breathe harder with each bob of your head, Crispin pulls your ass towards his face, and a choked moan escapes your lips as you feel his mouth on your heat, toying with your folds before he finally finds that sensitive nub. The older twin proceeds to lick and suck at it, eating you out like you’re the best damn meal of his life.

Meanwhile, you push a palm against Basilio’s thigh to make him pause, and before he can ask you if you’re fine, you take his balls in your mouth and fondle him with your tongue. Your hand pumps his neglected cock as you did so.

“Shit! Your mouth feels so damn good,” he hisses, breathing hard. When you take his dick back into your mouth, Basilio gathers your hair and uses it as a handle, watching his length disappear in your mouth over and over, his black eyes hazy with lust and his mouth whispering words of praise.

Crispin looks at his brother with a hint of envy, cock painfully hard against his trousers. He unzips it for relief, and proceeds to stroke himself as he continues to prepare you.

“Hey, Basilio, got any lube?”

“Um, there’s- ungh- a bottle of it under the pillow.”

“...you keep lube under your pillow? What the- and condoms? Can’t you put them in your drawers or something?”

Basilio doesn’t give his brother a response and focuses his attention on you. You gasp against his cock as you felt a cold, gloved hand prod against your asshole, and goosebumps formed on your flesh as you felt the cold lubricant smearing against your entrance. Crispin pushes his lubed thumb in, and you cry out in pleasure, your jaw opening wider for Basilio to claim. Then, two more fingers prod at your pussy, and you swear you can see stars as they slid in. The older twin toys with you while eating you out, and you feel a knot forming at the base of your stomach, threatening to uncoil at any moment.

You couldn’t take it. Basilio’s cock slides out of your mouth and you look over your shoulder, moaning and panting.

Crispin pauses from eating you out to ask you a question. “You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum on my fingers like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes, please, please, let me cum,” you begged, and with a devilish smirk, Crispin dives right back in to finish the job.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure inside you exploded, shameless moans coming from your throat as your first orgasm hits you. Basilio watches the look of pleasure on your face as Crispin makes you cum, making his cock twitch.

“Now that’s how you please a woman,” Crispin teases, shooting his brother a challenging look while wiping your juices off of his face.

“Wait until it’s my turn,” Basilio replies, smirking.

Panting, legs wobbling, you didn’t get to rest as Crispin takes his cock and slides it in you. In front of you, Basilio cups your face and directs you back to his cock, smirking. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re taking us like a champ, you know that?”

“Fuck,” Crispin hisses from behind you. “You like this, you little slut? You like being fucked by two cocks at the same time?” he asks you, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.

Now you’re really caught in the middle.

Basilio’s panting heavily now, his thrusts becoming erratic against your mouth. You know he’s close, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. Eyes screwed shut, he lets out a low groan as he spills inside of your mouth, his cum painting your tongue white. You try to swallow it all, but a few stray drops dribble down your chin. The younger twin cleans you up, and kisses you deeply, not minding his taste on your mouth. He sits on the bed to catch his breath, and allows you to rest on his thighs.

Behind you, Crispin begins to rut faster, his thumb still in your ass as he pounded you. You writhe and cry against Basilio’s lap, bracing yourself from each harsh thrust. The younger twin pets your hair, but he moves his hand away when Crispin pushes your head against his brother’s lap.

“Take it all of it,” Crispin groans. “Ungh, you make me so horny, you little slut.”

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Basilio gets an idea.

“Hey, kuya. Hold her up.”

Crispin blinks before obliging his brother’s request, clamping a hand around your throat. “Is this fine?” he asks you, and you nod a few times. He tightens his hold and pulls you to his toned chest, your hair sticking to his skin from your sweat. Basilio kisses you, then latches on one of your breasts. One gloved hand fondles and pulls at your nipples, while the other moves south to stroke you.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna cum again…” you choked, face red and tears forming at the edge of your eyes.

“Say our names,” Crispin whispers against your ear in a low growl.

You mutter their names at first, but it turns to full blown cries as your climax fast approaches.

“Crispin! Basilio!”

It hits you so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You cried shamelessly, and Crispin places a kiss on your open mouth, tongue slipping in and teeth clashing with yours. He pulls out and finishes on your back, cock resting between the valley of your cheeks, still half-hard.

The Twins move to clean you up, looking around for tissues and anything to wipe you with.

“So,” Basilio says. “One more round?”

Your eyes widen, and you look down to see that Basilio is hard again.

“How- what the fuck? What are you two?”

Crispin sighs. “Hannah and Amie never told you? We’re demigods.”

“We don’t get sick and our injuries heal really fast. Talagbusao is our dad,” Basilio adds, and you give him a disbelieving glare.

“You didn’t need to let that last detail slip out, gago,” Crispin berates him as he pulls you close to his muscular chest. He lay down on a pillow, one arm propping his head up.

After a few seconds of silence, you say something. “At least let me have some water first.”

“Right.”

The Twins stare at each other.

“One of us has to fetch it,” Crispin says.

“What? Why me?” Basilio complains, scratching his head.

“Because I’m older, and I’ve worked hard to give her two orgasms in a row.”

“Hey! I’m sure that last one was thanks to me.”

You groan, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. “Ugh, please don’t turn this into a competition about who made me cum the most. Just get me my water, pretty please, Basilio?”

At the request, Basilio smiles and dresses haphazardly to get it for you. “Don’t start without me.”

You close your eyes with a smile. Crispin buries his face against your hair and plays with it. “You have him wrapped around your finger, you know?”

You chuckle at the remark, and Crispin kisses your temple. “Just don’t hurt my little brother.”

“I have no intention of hurting either of you,” you tell him.

Basilio comes back with a pitcher and some glasses, and once everyone’s hydrated and ready, the night continues.

The Twins spoil you with their attention, hands roaming your body as they planted kisses on your skin. Basilio sucks on your collarbone, biting experimentally and leaving marks that would darken in the morning, which draws a whine from your throat. Not wanting to be outdone, Crispin kisses your back, then the back of your neck, and he found a sweet spot that made you moan at that place where your ear connects to your neck. Basilio observes this and does the same to the other side.

“Hey, um, can I do it in your ass?” Crispin whispers in your ear, almost sheepishly, and you stare at him for a few seconds before nodding.

“Sure. Be gentle. And use a condom.”

“Of course. You go on top. What’s our safeword again?” he asks you, testing your knowledge.

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Eternos.”

“Good girl,” Basilio says.

Flipping yourself around, you lean into Crispin’s lap. “Here, let me help,” you say as you grasp his cock and start to pump. The younger twin behind you reaches for the lube and prepares your ass. You sigh with pleasure as you feel the cold sensation of the product on your skin. Crispin sighs as you slide his length between your lips, head bobbing up and down, and you feel him grow inside your mouth. You give the tip a small lick before doing the same thing you did to Basilio, cupping his balls with your mouth and fondling them with your tongue.

“I want you now,” Crispin rasps, tugging your hair to get you off of him.

You smirk, turning around to give him a great view of your ass. He reaches around for a condom, finds one, and tears the foil open. After sliding the rubber down his shaft, he positions himself against your hole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. You wince in pain as he starts penetrating you, prompting him to squeeze more lube to relieve your discomfort.

“Relax,” Basilio instructs you, planting soothing kisses at your jaw. You did as he said and unclenched your muscles, entrusting yourself to the two of them.

As Crispin pushes past the ring of muscle, you sigh in relief, discomfort replaced with the feeling of fullness. You lean back into his hard chest, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he starts to move. Meanwhile, Basilio kneels between your legs, rubbing your clit with the head of his dripping cock, but he freezes before he slides it in.

“What?” you ask with concern.

“We’re out of condoms.”

“Just pull out,” you tell him with a strained voice, gasping as Crispin moves inside you.

“No, you don’t understand. We’re demigods. Our… um.. Yeah, we’re really potent.”

You smirk at him. “I’ll ask the girls for something in the morning,” you say against your better judgment. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Cum all over me.”

His cock twitches at your last suggestion.

“Ugh, Basilio, you’re really killing the mood here,” Crispin strains to say, holding you gently by the neck. “I pulled out too, remember? Make up your mind already. I wouldn’t mind having her to myself for now, though.”

“Not a chance,” Basilio retorts, sliding the tip of his cock past your folds and pushing inside.

A loud cry rips from your throat at the sensations, feeling stuffed to the maximum as two cocks start to pump inside you. Crispin’s grip on your neck tightens, while you tangle your hands through Basilio’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.

Soon, The Twins find a steady rhythm, syncing their movement so you can feel the full force of their thrusts. Basilio throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to massage your clit with his thumb, while Crispin fondles your breasts with his free hand, using the tip of his fingers to roll, squeeze, and pull at your nubs. With every thrust they give, you clench, drawing a groan from both of them as they felt themselves being squeezed by your muscles.

“Oh God,” you whine. “Fuck, you both feel so good.”

“Say our names,” Basilio growls, and you oblige.

You chant their names like a prayer, underscored by the slapping of skin as the Twins fucked both of your holes. Hearing their names only spurred them on, and their movements became more desperate, sweat rolling off of your bodies.

“Basilio! Crispin!”

Underneath you, Crispin gropes at your breast harder, beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead and dripping to your skin. “Your ass feels too good, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and you silently thank Bathala that he’s near his limit. The lube is starting to wash off.

With a few more rough thrusts, he cums, shooting inside the rubber. Crispin cups your jaw and kisses you, deep and sweet, tasting your tongue. You’re on the verge of climax now too, and you give Basilio a desperate look. He understood what you meant.

The younger twin thrusts harder and faster while still rubbing that sensitive nub between your legs furiously, and the older one helps by stimulating your nipples once again. The bombardment of sensation is too much, and you feel white hot heat racing through your body as you cum one last time, voice hoarse as a throaty moan escapes past your open mouth.

The spasm of your muscles is enough to send Basilio over the edge too, pulling out of you and spilling his load all over the mound of your pussy, and your stomach. You feel Crispin slip out of you too. Basilio leans in to kiss you, almost tenderly, but still full of desperation, tongue and teeth.

After a quick cleanup and another drink of water, the three of you lay in a heap of limbs, exhausted. Crispin doesn’t shift at all, content on letting you lie next to him, while Basilio moves next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them on the narrow bed.

Everyone is sated, and with your eyes growing heavy, you wanted nothing but sleep.

“So, who’s better?”

You don’t know who said it, but you raised your hand to give him a middle finger. “Tangina niyo, you’re both good. End of discussion. Now please let me sleep.”

Thank Bathala that they did.

The next morning, all three of you wake up sweaty, stinking, and really, really hungry.

“Good morning to you two,” you sigh, snaking your arms around theirs. Each of them gave you a kiss on your temple. “Damn, I’m starving,” you said, sitting up. “Let’s take a shower and grab something to e-”

Underneath the three of you, the bed’s legs give out, and a loud thud can be heard throughout the house. As you three scramble for purchase, frantic footsteps are approaching, and the door bursts open.

“What was that? Crispin is missing from his room and-” Hank blurts, toting his good ol’ triple barrel shotgun "Ama, Anak, at, Espiritu Santo". Funnily enough, when he sees the tangle of limbs before him, he utters the same words and quickly turns away. Alexandra arrives shortly after, gives them a quick glance, and shuts the door.

Breakfast with their bossing is filled with a mortifying quiet.

You barely touch your food, embarrassment burning your cheeks, and you shoot a glance at your twin lovers.

“Next time, lock the door,” Alex finally says, getting up from the table with a coffee in her hands. She’s too fucking exhausted to deal with this.

“It’s Basilio’s fault!” Crispin yells after her. Basilio made no attempts to defend himself, knowing that he forgot to lock the door again after he came back with the water.

Grumbling, you finally take a bite of your breakfast, jacket draped over your shoulders despite the heat to hide the bruises on your body. “The girls are gonna have a field day when they see me like this.”

“I need to replace the bed,” Basilio mumbles, stuffing his mouth with rice.

The three of you looked at each other, and laughed.

“So, see you next week?” Crispin asks with a smile, and Basilio gives you a pleading, doe-eyed look.

“Yeah. See you two next week.”

Translations for non-English speakers:

tropa: ground of friends. People you chill with

tangina niyo: Filipino profanity. Roughly translates to "you sons of bitches"

Ama, Anak, at Espiritu Santo: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. It’s Hank’s weapon’s actual name in the comics.

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Choi Twin's prompt ❤️

Remember the "Cute Prompts with Choi Twin Brother Part 1"??? 🫶🏻 There's an angel namely @stormflypirateskin sent this as submission and I'M CRYING SO BAD. Gosh-

--------- PROMPTS WITH CHOI TWIN ----------

❤️Saeyoung buys a box of sweets and Saeran eats them all during the night and tries to keep it as a secret:

"I'll put this here for later.." Saeyoung placed the box of chocolates in the cabinet before closing it. He had a small smile on his face as he thought of an idea with those sweet treats.

But, in the middle of the night, another certain redhead was craving some chocolate. He had just woken up and couldn't really sleep.

So some kind of sweet would probably make him more calm. Saeran had a sweet tooth, after all.

So he ended up taking the box and consumed them all. They were so good that he just.. couldn't stop.

...

"Gahh!! The box of sweets.. it's all.. empty!!" Saeyoung cried dramatically as he threw the box away in the trash. Saeran just casually watched TV and tried to ignore him because he felt a bit guilty.

It wasn't like he was gonna get mad or anything, it wasn't like that. But deep down, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Who could have.." Saeyoung wondered out loud. Maybe it was his lover or even Vanderwood but they were out doing jobs for the RFA these days.

With a small smirk, Saeyoung approached the couch Saeran was on and hugged him from behind. "I know it was youuu~"

"?!"

"Hahaha, relax! They were for you, actually." Saeyoung sheepishly admitted as he ruffled a bit of his brothers hair.

"....Stupid brother.." Saeran sighed in relief and tried to relax in his brother's hug.

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❤️Saeyoung and Saeran play a CO-OP game and Saeyoung keeps dicking around while Saeran wants to move forward:

"Can you stop fucking around and get over there?!" Saeran groaned in annoyance while Saeyoung was giggling happily as he kept messing with the objects around his game character. "You need to get there so we can get past this level."

"But it's so fun to mess with these! They make a funny sound." Saeyoung kicked an object around once more, making it make another hilarious sound that just made Saeyoung laugh harder.

Saeran sighed but he didn't say anything. Sure, his brother was a pain in the ass 24/7 but hearing him laugh wasn't so bad. It was nice, since he didn't have the greatest childhood with his brother. So things being okay made Saeran feel kinda relaxed.

Saeyoung laugh was struggling to stop so Saeran wondered what was so funny about the objects.

So he kicked one around too. That felt kinda.. nice?

And the sound was a sound that was completely different from anything he has ever heard. A weird but funny sound?

"Ohhh~ is my little bro smiling? I see a smile there!!"

"Shut it, let's just.. continue with the level."

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❤️Saeyoung giving Saeran a tight hug that makes him lose his breath:

"Saeran!!" Saeyoung ran towards Saeran with big speed before embracing him super tightly in his arms. Sniffs could be heard from Saeyoung as he rested his chin on his brother's shoulder. "Thank g-god you're o-okay.. when you didn't p-pick up.. I feared the worst." He shakily exhaled before hugging him tighter.

Saeran, on the other hand, slowly hugged him back. He felt awkward when he heard his brother holding back tears but he didn't say anything. He was just busy attending his garden to even notice his phone.

Saeyoung's grip was tight enough that Saeran was struggling. Saeran grabbed Saeyoung's shoulder tightly. "Can't.. b-breathe..!!"

"Oh, god, I'm sorry.." Saeyoung pulled back and instead rested his hands on his shoulder. "I'm just.. so glad you are okay. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.."

"It's fine.. I'm fine." Saeran wondered if he really had that much impact on Saeyoung but honestly? He felt.. quite the same. He wouldn't know what to do now if something happened to his brother. He didn't want to think about the days he desperately wished for Saeyoung to come back for him.

Saeran shook his head. He was still sorting out his emotions about his brother but he was glad.. that he still cares a lot. He wanted to try and say some of these nice things back to his brother but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He would feel super weird if he said anything like that, actually.

At least things are okay now and life was decent enough for them.

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❤️Saeyoung plays with Saeran's hair as he sits next to him on the couch:

"Watcha dooooiiiiiingggg~?" Saeyoung pretty much jumped next to Saeran on the couch as a mischievous grin was planted on his face.

Saeran just ignored him as he played a game on the TV, eyebrows furrowed, clearly not in the mood for any of his brother's nonsense.

"Awww.. hmmm~" Saeyoung wondered out loud as he gazed upon Saeran's hair. He reached his hand out and ran his fingers through them.

He gently gasped as he continued to play with Saeran's hair. Saeran just gave up and let him do what the hell he wanted, he only tried to focus back on his video game. As long as Saeyoung was quiet and didn't bother him so much, he didn't care what he did.

Saeyoung's smile was replaced with his mouth being open as he was in awe. His brother's hair was so soft and fluffy to touch compared to his own. But he couldn't help but think about how it had been in general.

He remembered back then on their childhood, their hair would be a mess since they didn't really have access to any of the stuff to take care of it. And now, it was so fluffy and soft. It made Saeyoung quite emotional.

"Are you gonna stop or what? I want to focus." Saeran rolled his eyes and stared at Saeyoung from the corner of his eyes.

"Give me five more minutes..!!"

"Whatever, just don't bother me for the rest of the day."

-

❤️The Choi twins cooking without the recipe because Saeran was confident since he knew it already:

"Don't put that in there, it's not on the recipe." Saeran groaned as he took the ingredient from Saeyoung's hand and placed it back to where it was.

"But little brooo, what do I even put in this bowl..?! Help me..!!" Saeyoung gave the puppy eyes to his brother, hoping that he might consider helping him. But the only thing Saeran did was turn his back on him. "If I tell you, you'll mess it up." He huffed but he wasn't actually mad or anything.

Saeyoung gasped dramatically and put a hand on where his heart was. "B-But..!!"

"I promise, if you tell me, I'll do my best to help!" Saeyoung poked Saeran's back gently.

Saeran groaned and agreed since he knew that if he kept refusing, Saeyoung would definitely find ways to be able to convince him.

He thought he kinda regretted letting his brother help but.. he was actually trying to help and not mess up like he imagined. It felt refreshing to Saeran for once.

When Saeran put the mixed ingredients in the oven, he leaned back and sighed. Soon, it would be ready to be eaten.

Saeyoung laughed and patted Saeran's back. "When did you learn all of this, little bro? I'm impressed!" His cheeky grin was bright and cheerful, it made Saeran feel kinda warm inside. It wasn't so bad spending time with his brother if he was actually willing to listen and go along.

This wasn't so bad, after all, life in this bunker in general.

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❤️Saeyoung participating in Saeran's hobby:

Saeyoung's house thankfully had a place where Saeran could own and make his own garden. It was his own comfort place and he would spend a lot of hours there, attending to it and growing it.

So Saeyoung wanting to try it too made Saeran's eyes widened before he said that he'll think about it. It was usual for Saeyoung to join his brother in about anything he was doing and this time, he wanted to join on his gardening.

"Woah.. this all looks so pretty!!" Saeyoung's jaw dropped at how stunning everything looked. It was all in such good shape that he couldn't help but admire his little brother. This all looked so beautiful.

Saeran gave Saeyoung a spare outfit he uses for gardening and some tools and flower seeds he brought recently and went to a spot where he wasn't raising flowers yet.

Saeran kneeled down on the ground and layed all the tools he had next to him. Saeyoung followed his every move and kneeled down next to his brother.

"Here, I'll show you how you do it. Pay attention." He said with a blank face before showing Saeyoung how to successfully plant a seed on the ground that would soon grow to be a beautiful flower. Saeyoung followed his movements and did it carefully.

Saeyoung puffed his chest out because he was proud of his process. He learned something cool! And from his little bro as well!! Saeran rolled his eyes at Saeyoung but he smiled a bit.

His brother being interested in what he did in his garden made him feel nice, actually.

Maybe he would allow Saeyoung to come in this place every once in a while.

If he behaved, of course.

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Thank you so much @stormflypirateskin for this dear! ♥️ I cried so much-