#where’s all the content of them acting like siblings huh?

[woaaahh-itz-caam]

erm.... Kinda nervous to ask this but uhh

Could you please draw the Dreamtale twins? (IF your taking requests...)

*Disappears*

Yea ofc!!! Requests r always welcome i just take a bit to reply cuz i forget hehe

there u gooooo :3

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Brother (Part 2)

When you start dating Yuuji, you don't know that your sweet sunshine boy has an evil twin who wants to have his brother's girl, too.

Part 1 ++ Halloween Masterlist 2023

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) + Yuuji x Reader Genre: Horror, smut Word Count: 6k Warnings: 18+, dark content, consensual sex with Yuuji + noncon with Sukuna. Rough sex, degradation, humiliation, getting called slut, whore, cheater. Forced orgasms, pussy spanking, squirting, cumshots, creampie, kind of forced breeding. Sukuna isn't a nice guy in this story. Sukuna and Yuuji look completely alike. Sukuna doesn't have his tattoos. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The flashbacks of that night haunt your every thought. The memories of being forced to watch yourself in that dirty bathroom mirror and Sukuna standing behind you with his hands all over your body. His sneer, his mocking laugh. The helplessness you felt. The humiliation of cumming against your will and getting taunted for it.

Sukuna broke you that night. And maybe you would have stayed there on the bathroom floor lying in a puddle of squirt and cum after he was finished with you, waiting for someone to walk in and find you. But there was one thought that kept repeating in your mind over and over again: Yuuji must never find out!

You knew he would blame himself for what his brother had done to you out of jealousy.

And so you scrambled to your feet and hastily cleaned yourself before you stumbled back to the party with a fake smile plastered onto your face. When you spotted Yuuji in the hallway, all your instincts screamed at you to run the other way. He looked too much like his brother.

But you forced yourself to stay and smile as he walked towards you and smiled that big sunshine smile and pulled you into his strong arms.

"Cutie! I was wondering where you went. Did you meet some friends? Oh, why are your clothes wet?"

You forced yourself to lie to him when his gaze trailed over you with a worried expression on his pretty face.

"Oh, I knocked into someone, and she accidentally poured her drink over me. It's ok, baby, don't worry."

You forced yourself to go home with him after the party and sleep in his arms. Arms that felt exactly like the ones that had held you captive.

And since that night, you keep forcing yourself to act like everything is fine. You do it to protect Yuuji from a knowledge that will hurt him.

It's been three days since the party. Three days since you met the evil twin. And the shame and disgust still cling to you.

And the fact that the man who did this to you has the same face as your boyfriend makes this whole thing even more fucked up. Anytime you look at Yuuji, you now also see his brother.

And another thing bothers you: Yuuji lied to you.

You remember your first date very clearly. The typical small talk the two of you exchanged to get to know each other. What are your hobbies? What is your favorite color? Do you have any siblings?

You remember loud and clear that Yuuji said he has no siblings.

You are currently sitting on Yuuji's bed, watching a movie, but all you can do is stare at his side profile, watching him with narrowed eyes. Was it a misunderstanding? You can't stop yourself from blurting out,

"Yuuji? Do you have a brother?"

"Huh?"

Big golden eyes blink at you in surprise, and Yuuji shakes his head,

"I only have my grandpa. Didn't I tell you?"

Your heart is beating too fast. He is doing it again!

"I thought maybe you have a sibling who lives somewhere else....goes to college in another town or something, and you forgot to mention them."

"Oh, I see! But no. I am an only child."

He grins at you, that cute big boyish grin, and stretches, causing his hoodie to ride up and expose some of his firm tan abs before he laughs softly and lunges towards you to wrap you in his strong arms and pull you into one of his bear hugs.

You feel irritation well up in you. Why is he lying to you? Yuuji is such a sweet guy. Always smiling, always helping others, always so sweet and fun to be around. He always seems so genuine. And yet. He is keeping a dark secret from everyone. But why?

Is he worried you will leave him if you find out there is another guy who looks like Yuuji but is a violent and cruel sadist? You blink. Maybe that is it.

It must be hell for Yuuji to have a twin like that. Sukuna said he is the family curse. Now that you think about it, you realize that this is true. He is Yuuji's curse. Anytime Yuuji looks in the mirror, he sees the face of his evil twin. No wonder he doesn't want to talk about Sukuna! No wonder he moved far away from his hometown to attend college here!

But what was Sukuna doing at that party? Did he travel here to visit his brother and then see the two of you at the party? Is he gone again now? Or is he still somewhere near? Is he lurking in the shadows? Is he watching his brother's every move?

You gulp hard. It scares you to think Sukuna might be here, stalking you and Yuuji.

Instinctively, you snuggle closer to your boyfriend, seeking comfort, seeking his protection. And Yuuji reacts to it immediately, cuddling you tightly and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, sighing softly before he tells you how happy he is to have you and how much he loves you. His lips find yours and kiss you sweetly before they wander down your body, kissing, licking oh so tenderly, the complete opposite of his brother's touch.

Your anger at him has dissipated. Yuuji is a victim, too, cursed with a twin like Sukuna. And so you let Yuuji touch you. You caress his soft pink hair and moan his name as you spread your legs for him willingly when he asks you in that sweet, low voice if he can please eat you out.

And when he is lying on top of you later that night, fucking you into the mattress with deep but loving thrusts, you find yourself digging your nails into the buff muscles of his back, clinging to him, scratching his skin, as if you want to make sure he will never leave again.

You need him here with you. As long as Yuuji is here, you are safe from Sukuna. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, arching your back to meet his horny thrusts, begging him for a second round, begging him to fuck you again and again and stay inside you all night.

He doesn't know it, but you need him to claim you back. You need the good twin to overwrite what the evil twin did to you.

You feel guilty the next morning when Yuuji gets up and stands before the bed with his back to you, and you see the deep red scratches your nails left on his muscular back.

But he just shrugs and grins that cute sheepish grin at you,

"Don't worry, cutie. It doesn't hurt, and I really loved how you didn't want to let go of me. That was so cute! I love knowing that I made my girl feel good."

It's party time again on Saturday, but you go there with an uneasy feeling. You cannot stop the shudder running down your back. You cannot stop your gaze from wandering restlessly through the room, watching, waiting, worrying.

Is Sukuna somewhere near?

You cling to Yuuji desperately, holding his hand the whole time, hugging him, burying your face in his broad chest, unwilling to let go.

He thinks it's cute that you are so clingy and kisses you sweetly, smiling at you so innocent and sweet. It breaks your heart. You need to protect this smile, this innocence.

You realize with horror that Sukuna isn't just Yuuji's dark secret anymore. He is also yours.

He managed to force his way into your life, into your relationship, into your body, and into your mind.

Yuuji gently pries his hand out of your grasp, smiling apologetically before he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and tells you that he has to use the bathroom real quick.

"I'll be back in a second, cutie!"

You feel like an idiot at how terrified you feel when your boyfriend leaves the room. You stare after him, watching him make his way through the crowd, taller than most of them, his pink hair standing out. Your gaze stays glued to that flash of pink, watching him walk further and further away from you, and with him, the safety you felt leaves you too.

You grab the cold bottle of coke from the table next to you, holding on to it as if it is your lifeline. You feel your breath speed up, and your hands cramp from how tightly you clutch the bottle while your gaze is fixed on the open doorway, heart hammering fearfully in your chest as you count the seconds waiting for Yuuji to come back. This time, you won't leave your spot. You won't wander around alone.

A flash of pink appears in the doorway, and you slump against the wall as a relieved smile lifts your lips. Until your mind provides a disturbing thought. Is that Yuuji? Or is that the wrong twin? How can you be sure this is Yuuji and not Sukuna, who is walking towards you? Isn't that gaze too devilish? Isn't that a smirk instead of a smile?

The relief you felt a moment ago is replaced by panic. Your heart is racing, your vision dancing with black spots. The bottle you were clutching so desperately slips out of your hand and lands on the floor.

You are frozen in place, watching an Itadori twin walk toward you without knowing which one it is. You stare at him like a deer trapped in the headlights, eyes wide, heart hammering wildly.

But then he blinks, and his lips lift in the typical broad smile. You can hear his happy laughter, even across the loud mix of voices.

You exhale loudly and shake your head to clear your thoughts. Stupid. You are so stupid! Of course, this is Yuuji! You curse yourself for being so paranoid and confusing your sweet, loving boyfriend with his evil twin.

Yuuji reaches you and leans down to peck your lips sweetly. He pulls away, and worry washes over his handsome face.

"Are you ok, baby? You look a bit sick. Do you need some cold water? Or some fresh air? Do you want us to leave?"

You smile at him weakly, shaking your head, still feeling shaken but refusing to let the memory of Sukuna ruin your evening.

"No, I'm fine, baby."

You step closer and wrap your arms around him, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him deeply, trying to chase every trace of his twin away. You just have to keep kissing Yuuji. When he kisses you, you know who he is. You know that this is the right twin. That this is your sweet Yuuji.

Your left foot steps in the small puddle of coke, soaking through the canvas of your Converse, dampening your sock uncomfortably, but your lips keep moving against Yuuji's desperately.

You spend the night at Yuuji's, falling asleep in his strong arms, spooned by his warm buff body, finally feeling at ease here in his bed with his body pressing so reassuringly against your back.

But your dreams aren't that comforting.

You dream of a black hallway with hundreds of mirrors lining its walls. On the other end of the hallway stand two men. They both have the same pink hair and undercut. They have the same face and the same build. And they watch you with the same eyes as they both lift a hand, reaching out for you, silently beckoning you over. Come here, come to your boyfriend.

You wake up with a gasp. The red neon digits on the alarm clock tell you it's still the middle of the night. Yuuji's strong arms are still wrapped around you, his body is still pressing against your back, his warm breath is on your neck.

Warm lips close around your skin and suck. You moan softly, pushing your ass against the warm body behind you, rubbing it over the growing bulge in those boxer briefs. Maybe a good fuck with Yuuji will chase away the lingering uneasiness from the bad dream.

The lips on your neck become bolder, sucking roughly on your skin. The arms around you tighten, making you squeak because it's painful. Large, strong hands dig firmly into the soft flesh of your belly.

Your eyes widen, your body turning rigid as fear crashes over you. Cold dread fills your every fiber as you realize this isn't Yuuji behind you.

"Missed me, brat?"

Sukuna's low, mocking laugh fills your ears, and you spiral into the dark again. You tumble from one nightmare into the next. But this time, you can't wake up from it.

How did Sukuna get into Yuuji's apartment? Does he have a key? Or did he break in? And most importantly...

"Wh.. where is Yuuji?"

Sukuna's nails dig painfully into your skin. His voice sounds rough, angry,

"I don't like it when you talk about him while I am with you! You have no manners, brat!"

His hands grab your tits firmly, kneading them roughly through Yuuji's shirt that you wear for the night. The huge hard bulge of his erect cock is rutting firmly against you, letting you know what he will do to you.

And you know there is no escape.

You are once again trapped in the evil twin's arms. You cannot run from him, and you can't even scream, or you will alert Yuuji. Yuuji, who is probably in the kitchen or bathroom, and if he comes in here and sees you with his twin... You must protect him! He must not know!

And that leaves you here in the arms of this monster.

Sukuna shoves one hand under your shirt, groping your tits roughly, squeezing them possessively, and pinching your nipples between his fingers until they sting from a mix of pain and pleasure.

His other hand pushes between your thighs, forcing them apart so he can yank your panties to the side and expose your pussy to him, giving it a mean, hard slap from behind that makes you gasp.

Sukuna's mocking laughter fills your ear.

"Gotta remind that pathetic little cunt again what it feels like to get fucked right."

His unrelenting fingers slip between your pussy lips and push inside you, making tears well up in your eyes. Sukuna doesn't give you time to adjust but starts fingering you instantly, fucking you with two long fingers, hard and fast, making your whole body tremble from fear and pleasure. To your horror, you can hear the filthy squelching noises of your wet cunt, creaming up against your will.

"Oh, do you hear that? Your slutty little cunt is weeping for me. You thought about my cock every day, didn't you? Don't be shy, tell me all about it, slut! Tell me how much you missed getting fucked by me!"

Against your better judgment, you try to beg for his mercy,

"S...Sukuna, please just stop..."

A long finger curls brutally inside your cunt, pressing against your g-spot and massaging it with firm, rough circles, making your thighs press together and your body shake.

"Uh uh, what did I tell you?"

Of course, you should have known there is no mercy in him. You know his game by now, know what he wants. Sukuna fingers you brutally, torturing your g-spot, laughing when your hips jerk uncontrollably. Your resistance breaks, and you sob softly as tears of shame run down your face, and you tell him what he wants to hear,

"I'm sorry... I missed your cock so much, Sukuna. Please fuck me. Please let me cum on your cock again."

He laughs, opening his mouth and letting his canines graze over your neck,

"Bet you thought about me anytime my brother fucked you. A naughty cunt like yours isn't satisfied with a guy like my brother. You cheating little slut need my cock to fuck you right."

Your breath hitches, and your body goes rigid because you know what will come when Sukuna pulls his fingers out of you.

For a moment, your pussy flutters around nothing, but then Sukuna rams his thick hard cock deep into your wet heat, impaling you on his fat length with one brutal thrust.

Long fingers get shoved into your mouth, stuffing it with them, muffling your cries, filling your mouth with the taste of your own juices. You choke around them, but Sukuna just presses them firmer into your mouth, forcing you to take him from two sides, stuffing your cunt and your mouth as he uses you for his sick pleasure.

He humps you like a rabid animal, fucks you with brutal hard snaps of his hips while he groans in your ear, voice filled with glee and arousal,

"Ah yeah, that feels good. My brother fucked that little cunt so often that it molded to our cocks. You're such a dirty little cock slut, so insatiable, huh? Wanting every Itadori dick to fuck you stupid. Good thing you have two of us to fuck that greedy cunt."

His pace is brutal and unrelenting. His fat mushroom head hammers against your g-spot, torturing you with his cock, making your body react to the stimulation against your will, pussy creaming up for him, body jerking from pleasure in his violent hold.

Sukuna growls in your ear as one large hand grabs your wet pussy, keeping you in place, pulling you back against him. You keen around his fingers when he pinches your swollen clit meanly between two fingers, making your hips buck wildly.

"Take my cock, you slut!"

His taut balls slap heavily against your cunt with every rough thrust. Sukuna's fat cockhead is pressed against your g-spot, hitting it brutally, while his fingers attack your clit with rough strokes, rubbing hard, fast circles around it.

It's too much, too intense. The pleasure is hot and red, making your whole body jerk uncontrollably as you cry and sob around Sukuna's fingers. Your cunt shudders and pulses hotly around his brutal cock.

Heat floods your body as an intense orgasm gets forced out of you. Hot and wild, making you cum so hard that you think you will black out from it.

Your body is shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, pussy twitching hard around Sukuna's fat cock, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, of course,

"You little slut. Milking my cock so eagerly. You want more, huh? Want my cum this time? Was the greedy little cockslut sad that I didn't fuck her full last time, hm? Want to have your pussy fucked full like a big girl? Yeah, tonight you're gonna take my cum. I'm gonna fuck that greedy cunt full of it."

He growls, wrapping his arms around you and manhandling you into another position, on your belly, your face pressed into the pillow as Sukuna mounts you from behind. One of his hands is in your hair, grabbing it painfully and pushing your face down, keeping you firmly in place. But you couldn't go anywhere anyways. Not with his heavy body on top of you, fucking you brutally into the mattress.

He fucks his cock into your tight heat with erratic wild thrusts, giving himself over to pure primal need, punishing you with every hard thrust, chasing his orgasm with rough horny thrusts until you feel him cum in you, flooding your pussy with his hot seed.

"Yeah, take all of it, you greedy slut! I hope you get pregnant and have to carry my brat!"

He groans and growls as he leans down, cock still deep in your pussy, as if he wants to plug you up. His voice is amused when his lips brush over your ear,

"Now say thank you, you little slut."

You sob softly, hiding your face in the pillow, crying from the humiliation you feel as you mumble,

"Th... Thank you..."

But Sukuna's fingers twist painfully in your hair and yank your head up, forcing you to look at his sneering face. You hiccup as you stare at him with wide, tear-stained eyes. His mocking smirk looks even more evil here in the dim red glow of the alarm clock's light.

"Where are your manners, brat? Look at me while you thank me."

You sob weakly but force yourself to do as he commands,

"Th.. thank you, Sukuna. Thank you for f... fucking me.. and for g... giving me your cum."

He chuckles at your words, a sound full of mocking and triumph. One of his large hands grabs your chin, strong fingers pressing into your skin as he leans closer to lick over your cheek, licking up your hot tears,

"See, you can be a good girl if you want. It's a shame that I have to leave already, but my brother will be back any second now. 'Til next time, princess. Can't wait to make you cry with my cock again."

He leaves you lying there, pussy throbbing and full of his cum. You feel dirty, debauched, crying softly into the pillow.

You hate Sukuna so much, and you hate yourself, you hate your body, for reacting that way to him. How can you do this to Yuuji? Cumming on his brother's cock right here in Yuuji's bed? Lying here with your pussy filled to the brim with Sukuna's cum, while sweet Yuuji has no clue. Maybe Sukuna is right, and you are really a slut.

The door opens, and your body goes rigid. Which brother is it now? Sukuna or Yuuji? Somehow, both options sound terrifying at the moment. You are scared of Sukuna, but you feel guilty when you think of Yuuji.

You hastily wipe your tears off and force yourself to calm your breathing as you roll onto your side, pretending to be asleep.

The heavy weight of an Itadori man makes the mattress dip as he gets in bed behind you. You gulp hard. You don't dare breathe as a pair of muscular arms slips around you and a warm, buff body presses against your back.

But then a soft kiss is breathed on your neck, and a happy sigh exhaled against your ear.

Yuuji.

Sweet, strong Yuuji.

You snuggle against his buff body instinctively, needing him, needing his love and strength, even while you are drowning in shame and guilt.

Yuuji chuckles happily,

"Aww, hey, cutie, did I wake you up? I'm so sorry. I got hungry and had to make a sandwich. Come here. I'll cuddle you so my princess can sleep again. Or maybe we can do something else that will make you sleepy..."

His voice turns into a low, raspy whisper, making your pussy flutter even in this situation, as if you are conditioned to react with arousal to the sexy sound of his voice when he gets horny.

Yuuji's strong, muscular arms tighten around you as he nuzzles his face against your neck. You can feel his smile, and it makes things better and worse at the same time.

The guilt makes you feel sick. Here you are, lying in your sweet and loving boyfriend's arms, with your pussy still leaking his brother's cum.

Yuuji's lips trail tender kisses up and down your neck while he hums softly, oblivious to your inner turmoil. His large hands start wandering over your body. But it's such a different touch from Sukuna's. Yuuji's hands are gentle, loving when they slip under the old t-shirt he gave you, caressing your tits sweetly, circling your nipples tenderly until they are stiff and pleasure throbs in your lower belly.

Yuuji moans softly against your skin,

"I love you, baby. You feel so soft and sweet. I wanna spoil my pretty girl."

You can feel his fat cock hardening and pressing hotly against your ass through his boxers, so needy for you. But Yuuji is sweet about it, not demanding, not aggressive. He slips a hand into your panties to lovingly caress your clit with gentle slow flicks, pampering your pussy with his tender caresses.

Your head is spinning, lust pulsing hotly in your clit, making you spread your legs eagerly for Yuuji, pushing your throbbing cunt needily against his loving fingers, wanting to feel him, wanting him to chase away every trace of his brother.

He moans loudly when he feels more of your hot wet cunt, voice so sweet and sexy,

"Fuck, cutie. You are already so wet. That's so hot."

And your eyes fill with tears. You are choking on the guilt and shame. Knowing that most of the wetness is from the orgasm, Sukuna forced out of you and from his cum that's seeping out of you and coating your pussy lips so obscenely.

Suddenly, you see red. You can't take it anymore. You can't just lie here and spread your legs and let Yuuji pamper you as if you deserve it. As if everything is ok.

Nothing is ok! And it's all because of that monster, Sukuna! You hate him! You hate him for doing this to you and to his brother! You hate him for driving this wedge between you and Yuuji! But you won't let him destroy what you and Yuuji have! You won't let him win! Yuuji is the only Itadori brother you want to belong to, and you will prove it tonight!

You turn around in Yuuji's arms, making him gasp in surprise when you attack his lips with a fierce kiss, your hands running roughly through his pink hair, tugging on it and biting his bottom lip as you moan his name.

"Yuuji... I want to fuck, you baby. Let me ride you."

He moans in answer and rolls onto his back, pulling you with him eagerly while he licks into your mouth. You climb on top of him, straddling his lap, taking his fat cock in your hand and giving it slow, firm strokes that make him throw his head back and moan loudly.

Your mouth falls open as you watch him in the dim light. He looks just like his brother, just like Sukuna, but the difference is that you are the one in control now. 

Yuuji is just as strong as Sukuna. He could manhandle you and use you just like his twin, but he isn't like that. He is so sweet for you, such a good boy, obediently giving himself to you. You are the one who can do anything you want with him.

It sends a thrill through you, making your skin tingle with excitement and pleasure.

You are breathing heavily, grunting and gasping, lost in a feral need. You hastily pull your soaked panties to the side, not bothering to take them off, too lost in this primal need to get your man's cock into your wet needy cunt.

Yuuji moans loudly when you bring his fat mushroom tip to your puffy wet clit, rubbing it against your little bud, using Yuuji's cock to pleasure you.

Hot waves of pleasure shoot through your whole body, your clit pulsing hotly as you rub it against Yuuji, almost in a frenzy now in your need to fuck him and fuck every thought of Sukuna away.

You feel exhilarated by the power you have. Rubbing your wet messy pussy over Yuuji's twitching fat cock, hearing him moan and gasp. You're teasing his fat cock, basking in what you can do to him, how you can reduce an Itadori brother to a whimpering needy mess.

You watch that pretty face as he moans and whimpers, so openly showing you his pleasure. So submissive and good for you. His lips open in a loud, strangled moan, and then he starts begging you,

"Fuck... ah ah baby! Oh, cutie, please fuck me. Fuck me, baby, please. I need you, please wanna feel you. Please let me feel your pretty pussy around my cock!"

Your cunt is twitching hornily at his words. The power surge almost makes you cum all over Yuuji's swollen tip. But you need more. You need all of him. You finally sink down on his fat length, taking him in you in one eager motion until you sit completely on Yuuji's muscular thighs, his cock buried all the way in you, and your feral groan fills the small bedroom.

You feel dizzy with lust, dizzy with power, unable to hold back now that your boyfriend's cock kisses your g-spot and fills you so fully. You cry out softly, cumming just from sitting on Yuuji's fat cock.

You dig your nails into his buff pecs as you let him feel your pussy twitch around his cock, watching his pretty eyes roll back when he feels your orgasm around his cock.

"Yuuji! Ah, baby, you feel that? That's what you do to me, baby! I love you so much! I love you and your pretty cock, oh god!"

Sukuna could never do this to you! He can break and humiliate you, force you to cum on his cock. But he can never make you want him! You clench your teeth, not giving yourself or Yuuji a break, and start bucking your hips against him, riding his cock eagerly.

Soon you are bouncing wildly on Yuuji's fat cock with your head thrown back, moaning and screaming his name as you ride him hard, not holding back. And he lets you use him, lets you fuck him while his large hands knead your ass. His hips buck needily fucking his cock even deeper into you, so eager, so horny. And so sweet with his loud, needy moans and mewls, with his moaned love confessions and sweet praises.

Your sweet Yuuji.

He doesn't know he is fucking his brother's cum deeper into you with each deep horny thrust of his cock. He doesn't know he is mixing two Itadori seeds in your greedy pussy when he cums with a loud cry and fills you to the brim with his hot seed.

You won't let Sukuna win! You won't let him spoil what you have with Yuuji! Yuuji is the one you love. Yuuji is the one who deserves to cum in you and who deserves your pussy, and who deserves your orgasms. You will give him that! You will be his girl! You will fuck him even harder and cum even more for him than you do for his brother!

You moan Yuuji's name, not stopping but going for another orgasm, smiling when Yuuji lets you, even though he is mewling from how overstimulated his cock is.

And you slide up and down on him feverishly, letting his fat girth drag over your swollen clit until the pleasure peaks again and you feel your next orgasm wash over you in hot waves.

And this time, you finally squirt on him, feeling your hot creamy wetness gush over Yuuji's fat cock and his heavy balls, giving him your all.

He moans loudly when he feels it, his large hands kneading your ass firmly, guiding you up and down on his cock, letting you cum and cum and cum.

"Fuck, baby!! Yeah, make a mess on me, cutie. Fuck!"

Your pussy is overstimulated and puffy from how hard you fucked yourself on Yuuji's gorgeous cock. But you don't stop but keep riding him wildly. It's messy, slippery, and wet from your combined fluids, your cream and squirt, and Yuuji's hot cum that is seeping out of your cunt.

But you need more! You are in a frenzy, driven by the urge to cum on him again and again, making sure Sukuna loses this fucking game!

Yuuji is mewling under you, overstimulated, but letting you use him regardless, so eager to give you pleasure. And you ride yourself to orgasm after orgasm on his gorgeous fat cock, while moaning and screaming his name over and over again.

"Fuck! Yuujiii! Yes yes!! You're gonna make me squirt again, baby!"

You almost black out when the next orgasm rips through you. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, so weak that you just slump on Yuuji's lap, moaning even louder when his fat tip presses even firmer against your g-spot.

But Yuuji's strong hands catch you and hold you, lifting you up and down on his fat cock, letting you ride your orgasm out on him, his golden eyes watching the spot where your pussy and his cock are connected. The spot where you squirt all over him again, making a sticky mess on his cock and his abs, showing him how good his cock makes you feel.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Yuuji!! Oh, baby!! I love you! No one could ever fuck me as good as you!"

I hope you are still here somewhere, Sukuna. I hope you hear me fuck your brother and how much I love it. I hope you hear me scream his name like I will never scream yours.

You spend the following week being a clingy girlfriend to Yuuji. Always hugging him, always snuggling against him, following him from room to room. He notices it but doesn't mind. He wears a bright, sunny smile on his pretty face, happy that his girl loves him so much. And he moans so sweetly for you when you keep him up every night for hours, fucking him almost desperately until the bed is a mess from your combined cum.

You try to keep Sukuna away by always being by Yuuji's side, telling yourself that the evil twin will not dare approach you while his brother is by your side. 

But it is hard at times.

Yuuji, Sukuna. Sukuna, Yuuji. They look the same, and it fucks with your mind. Sometimes, you get scared. Sometimes, you think Yuuji's fingers dig too firmly into your flesh. Sometimes, you think he is smirking at you. Sometimes you shudder when he fucks you from behind with hard, fast thrusts, and his low voice growls in your ear, sounding too similar to his brother.

You hate that the evil twin has that effect on you. That Sukuna somehow always seems to be with you, even when you are with Yuuji. But you have to make the best of this. You will love and fuck Yuuji even harder. You will spend even more time with him. Maybe this way, you can chase Sukuna completely away from your mind.

Maybe after college, you and Yuuji can move far away, making sure Sukuna will never find you again.

An old friend of Yuuji visits for the weekend. A guy with tousled black hair and dark blue eyes who watches his surroundings with a cool, intelligent gaze.

Fushiguro Megumi. He grew up with Yuuji. Went to school with him. They played together as little kids.

You wait until you are alone with him before you ask,

"Megumi?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever met Yuuji's twin brother, Sukuna?"

Megumi's head whips around, and he frowns at you. His gaze is surprisingly hostile. Blue eyes narrow as he looks at you and answers in a cold voice,

"What do you mean? What sick game are you playing? Of course, I haven't met him. Sukuna died in the womb! Yuuji consumed his brother before he could be born. It's something that bothers him a lot. That's why he doesn't talk about it!"

The world around you seems to crumble away. You stare at Megumi, eyes wide, fingers tingling. For a long moment, a heavy silence fills the room. And then hysterical laughter bubbles out of your mouth. You can feel your mouth lift, stretching your cheeks in a horribly grotesque shape as your loud, hysterical laughter carries through the apartment, sounding shrill and insane.

And deep inside Yuuji, his evil twin throws his head back and laughs, too.

Do you understand it now, you stupid girl? There is no running from me. He is I, and I am he.

Thank you so much for reading the last part of "Brother"!! I hope you enjoyed it!! I had a lot of fun planning and writing this story. I love the horror elements, and I hope it could give you an uneasy feeling too lmaooo. It's so terrifying to me to imagine that the guy you love has the same face as the guy who does all those horrible things to you.

And how did you like the ending?? Ahhahaa, I am laughing with Sukuna. So much for running away together with Yuuji to escape his evil twin ;)

The smut part with Yuuji affected me A LOT. I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers had a feast with this!!

I hope you enjoyed this horror mini-series! Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be sweet.

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Sister’s Mister ~ B. Bradshaw x Seresin Sister Reader

Summary: When Jake’s little sister pays a visit, Bradley gets himself into a sneaky situation where he might want to be the sister’s mister.

Warning: 18+ content ahead, language.

A/n: Very Nickelback coded, argue with the wall.

There was a feeling of uncertainty among the men in the locker room as they showered and cleaned up. Jake left early to pick up a package, that package being his dearest little sister. You.

“He’s bringing her to Payback’s birthday party.” Fanboy states and he pulls a clean shirt on.

The rest groan, asking Payback why he’s allowing it. He just shrugs. “Dude, I felt bad, alright? She’s coming to stay for a month, I don’t want to start off on a bad foot.”

Bob, who was currently pulling his civilian shoes on, shook his head. “Hangman’s enough, what are we gonna do when a second him is going to be hangin’ around?”

They moan about that, all making claims about what you must be like. Things like spoiled, arrogant, and self centered all came up.

Bradley runs his hands through his hair a few times. “Which sister is this anyway? He’s got about five of them.” He asks.

“Big families are common in the south.” Bob reminds.

Coyote is there to answer his question. “I think it’s the one born after him? They’re the closest ones out of the seven kids.”

“Seven!” They all exclaim, cursing with wide eyes.

Bradley shuts his locker. “Six siblings might be the reason Hangman’s a head case.” He claims, making the others laugh.

“Yeah, let’s just hope the sisters not the same way.” Omaha chuckles.

~~

At the airport, you look for the tall head of blonde hair that is your brother. Suitcase rolling along behind you, you pass security and immediately see him.

Jake leans against a pillar, looking rather bored until he sees you approaching. Then, he’s walking to you with a smile.

“I was hoping you’d accidentally board a flight to Mexico instead.” He teases as you hug him.

“Oh c’mon now, don’t act like you haven’t missed me.” You smile, air getting squeezed out of your lungs as his strong arms grip you.

He pulls away and takes your suitcase and backpack. “Hard to miss someone whose face is plastered on magazine issues. But it’s good to see ‘ya, sis.”

The two of you leave to get a bite to eat, then Jake drops you off at the small house you rented.

“We’re going to my buddies birthday party tomorrow night.” He tells you as he checks the place.

You roll your eyes at his effort to make sure no crazy people are hiding behind the curtains, then open up your backpack to unpack some things.

“Which buddy is this?” You question.

“Just someone on my squad.” Jake explains.

You let out a heavy sigh. “Yay, a barbecue in the park.”

Jake glares at your fake enthusiasm. “It’s not a barbecue, and I feel personally victimized by that stereotypical statement.”

“Ooh, Jakey’s using big words.” You fake gasp.

He isn’t amused.

“We’re going to a club, okay? You know all about those, huh?” He teases, making your brows furrow.

“Is that what you think I do all day? Go to clubs with rich people?” You ask, to which he shrugs and nods. You scoff. “I do have an actual job, I just happen to know how to party.”

Jake sits at the kitchen counter. “So do we. Look, it’ll be fun and you can meet the crew.” He says, making you give in.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

He hums. “You never had a choice but I appreciate your cooperation.”

You roll your eyes. “Get out of my house, Seresin.”

~~

“Where’s Hangman?” Phoenix asks as she greets everyone in the parking lot.

They all wait to go inside the club, ready to get drinks down and watch Payback get wasted, but the only problem was they were waiting for the last two to join.

“Fashionably late.” Bradley huffs, checking the time. They agreed to meet at ten, but the minutes continue to tick by.

“Hey, what’s this chick’s name?” Phoenix asks, looking down at her phone with a face of confusion.

They all rattle off names until one clicks.

“Yeah! That’s it.” Coyote agrees, looking at the faces of surprise. “Why?”

She shrugs. “I’m Facebook stalking her.”

Though they want to call her crazy, they huddle around the phone as she scrolls through the profile. Bradley rolls his eyes at the antics.

“You guys are being ridiculous.” He states.

“Holy shit…” Fanboy exclaims.

“She’s gorgeous…like insanely gorgeous.” Payback finishes the thought.

Just as Bradley turns to look, Jake’s truck rolls into a parking spot. Phoenix scrambles to put her phone away, trying to act natural as Jake gets out. He walks around the truck and opens the passenger side door.

Two long legs step out, they all watch with anticipation. The door is shut to reveal you in full.

Long, curled hair, a short black dress. You smile as you approach, it reflects in your blue eyes.

Bradley stands in a daze as you get introduced to everyone. He’s trying to think of a time when he’s seen someone more beautiful than you but he just can’t.

“This is Rooster.” Jake finally gets to him.

Bradley snaps out of it and smiles, shaking your perfectly soft hand.

You let your eyes rise from his shoes, all the way up his jeans and white tank top under his unbuttoned shirt. When they meet his eye, you take in a small breath at the way he gazes at you.

“Hi, Rooster.” You speak with a subtle southern accent, introducing yourself.

Then, you’re pulling away from him, his hand falls back at his side and he sees you turn to Payback.

“Happy birthday.” You say and hand him a small gift bag. “Jake helped me pick it out.”

He reaches into the bag, thanking you and saying that you really didn’t need to get him anything. He takes out a velvet box and opens it to reveal an expensive looking watch. The crew lowly whistles at it.

“Damn…my birthday’s next month by the way.” Coyote tells you, making you laugh.

Inside the club, the group of you gather in the reserved booth with a first round of drinks. Bradley sits directly across from you, watching you intently as you answer different questions.

“What do you do for work?” Phoenix asks, making Jake cut in.

“Stripping.” He says with a serious face, making you slap his arm.

“Stop telling people that.” You scold before looking back at Phoenix. “I model.”

That sparks a roar of interest, the whole time Bradley just watches your movements. Your fingers toy with the skinny straw in your glass as you tell a story about being in a rock music video or of doing an issue for Vogue two months ago. He sees your pouty bottom lip get caught between your pearly teeth when you laugh at something and his mind is flooded with thoughts he cannot speak out loud.

Here he was, worried you’d be a stone cold bitch when he should have been worried that you were gonna make him grip the table to ground himself. All you were doing was sitting there and he was already getting pulled in.

You’re Jake’s sister.

He has to remind himself of that as you are dragged into the swarm of clubbers by Phoenix and Halo.

“So…we’re just going to ignore the fact that she was a bunny?” Coyote mentions, making Jake cringe.

“Hey, asshole, let’s not talk about that when I’m sitting right here. Besides, it was like one issue, and she wasn’t buck naked.” He corrects, chugging his beer at the odd topic this has come to.

“You seen it?” Fanboy cringes.

“Our mom sent it to the family group chat! I was horrified.” Jake gags.

Bradley laughs at his reaction, then shifts his eyes to Coyote who finishes his drink. He sees the smirk he has and knows that there’s gonna be a comment to follow.

“She was hot, dude. I feel a little star struck, actually.” Coyote chuckles.

Jake points an angry finger at his friend. “I love you man, but say anything like that again and I’m putting you through this table. Got it?” He spits.

Bradley looks at his glass.

He better just keep his mouth shut, because if Jake hears the things he’s thinking, he’s as good as dead.

“What do you mean she was a bunny?” Bob questions, defusing the tension. “I thought she was Jake’s sister?”

The guys let out a sigh, Jake races off as it has to be explained to the pilot.

Lights and music pulse and as you dance along, Bradley’s jaw is ticking back and forth. You appear like a phantom, arms up as you laugh with Phoenix.

“I’ll be back.” He tells the guys before heading for the bathroom.

He locks the door behind him and leans on the sink, trying to get himself together. Then, he pulls out his phone and Googles your name.

Hundreds and hundreds of photos appear on the screen, all in which you look sinfully good.

How could he not know of you before? He feels like he’s lived in darkness this whole time.

Bradley splashes water on his face and tells his reflection to get it together. With a deep breath, he goes to the bar, trying to get his head straight.

Things with Jake were finally fine, there was a truce made. The last thing that Bradley needs is to start another war by getting too close to the miniature Seresin.

Leaning on the bar, waiting for the bartender to get to him, he’s suddenly joined.

“You weren’t gonna offer me a drink?” You ask with a playful smile.

He turns his head, looking down at you and he internally curses. Of course you’d find him, life was never easy for him.

“I figured you were a big girl and could get yourself something if you were thirsty.” He states, swallowing hard.

You let out a small chuckle, then wave the bartender over.

“Whatcha’ need sweetheart?” The bartender asks, leaning forward with a wink.

“Vodka with a diet redbull, if you wouldn’t mind.” You order, then turn to Rooster with an expectant look.

“Oh, uh, just whiskey on the rocks.” He mutters.

The bartender gets right on it, leaving the two of you alone once more.

You run a manicured hand through your hair and look up at him. “So, Rooster, you got a real name?” You ask.

He nods, avoiding eye contact. His fingers flex into fists and back out again because you smell like cherry and vanilla, it makes him feel woozy.

You laugh. “Yeah? What is it?”

Blowing out a breath, he tells himself he’s stronger than this and looks to you.

“Bradley.” He says, aching as you hum and try the name out for yourself.

“Bradley. I like that.” You nod, taking your drink as it is given to you.

Your lips wrap around the straw and slowly sip as he drinks his whiskey, focusing on the taste of it washing down his throat.

You watch the veins in his arms and the way his adams apple bobs. He’s the perfect picture of fine, the wheels are turning in your head as you establish that he’s what you want.

“You want to dance with me, Bradley?” You ask as he finishes the drink in silence.

He shoots his brown eyes down at you, but doesn’t answer. Your straw slurps as you reach the bottom of your glass. “It’s a simple question.” You state.

“No.” He shutters.

“No?” You clarify.

“I do but no, I won’t.” He says weakly.

“And why is that?” You question, lips pursing.

The way you squint your eyes makes him want to drop dead. He clears his throat. “You’re off limits, sweetheart. The last thing I need is your brother ripping my head off.”

You smile. “I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions.”

He turns to fully face you now. “I don’t think that matters to Hangman.”

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Well, I’m standing here talking to you and he hasn’t come found me. I don’t know about you but to me, that seems like it’s okay for you to continue talking to me.”

You were being extremely difficult.

He sits on the chair behind him, motioning for you to do the same. Slowly, you sit, crossing one leg over the other. Your thumb nail gets caught between your teeth for a moment before he reaches out to pull it away. You lightly gasp at the action, then fold your hands together in your lap. “Wanna talk? Let’s talk.”

The two of you exchange friendly chatter, both very aware of the space shrinking between you. The sound of your voice is addicting, the longer you talk, the longer he adores it. All those silly things they guys assumed about you were entirely false. You were smart and kind, you were actually hilarious.

“You still don’t want to dance with me?” You ask after a breath, your fingers running over his thigh.

He sucks in a breath. “You just want me to be killed, don’t you?”

You look at the mass of people. “If I know one thing, it’s that my brother is probably all over some little blonde right now and way too distracted to worry about me.” You state, moving your fingers now to the back of his hand, slowly tracing shapes on his skin.

“What about the others?” He asks.

You shrug. “There’s a swarm of people, I doubt they’ll notice.”

He fights his inhibitions, then decides he’s aching to feel the silk of your dress under his hands way more than he is scared of getting caught.

Bradley grabs your hand, it’s strong as it guides you off the seat. You smirk to yourself as you follow behind him. He strategically places the two of you in the crowd, the lack of space makes you press yourself to him. Your arms hook around his neck, you feel the warmth of his palms on your lower back.

The different colored lights make the silhouette of you sharp and enticing. Though the two of you start out calm, your movements aren’t subtle. One hand in his hair, the other smooths up his chest. You’re hot, blame it on the people around you but the way he’s looking at you isn’t helping. The size of his hands on you, the way his hair gets messy, it has your knees feeling wobbly.

One movement forward, you’re pressed right against him, giving a delicious contact to the crotch of his jeans. His fingers grip your hips tightly, he leans down to press his lips to your ear. Your eyes widen as the heat of his breath washes down your neck.

“Don’t.” Is the only word he utters.

And you aren’t used to being told no.

You do it again, creating that aching friction as you rub against him. “Why not?” You whisper back.

Bradley shuts his eyes, trying to stay strong in the war he is not winning. “Don’t start something, sweetheart.”

You reach down to grab both his hands and slide them behind you. He grabs your ass instinctively.

“What if I want to?” You ask, anything but innocent.

He pulls away from your ear, shaking his head at you like it’ll change the situation. He’s saying no because it’s the smart thing, but really all he wants to do is slide his hand under your dress.

Your hand braces one side of his neck while you lean to the other. Slowly, like you aren’t sure if he’ll push you off or not, your lips press to his skin.

Bradley wants to curse, the way your tongue tastes the salt on his skin has him grinding you against him on his own accord. You make your way up to his jaw, then pull back. His eyes are entirely dark, you open your mouth to speak but he’s kissing you roughly.

You sigh contently as you start to feel like you’re buzzing on more than just alcohol. It only lasts a few seconds, like he just needed a taste. Bradley pulls away with a huff, you feel like you’re going to fall over.

“Still scared of Jake?” You ask him.

He shakes his head. “This isn’t smart.”

“But you want it.” You say, hand sliding up his chest.

He wants it, fuck he wants it. You can see it in his eyes, that’s why you take his hand and pull him out of the crowd.

In the secluded hallway of the bathrooms, in the low red lighting, you’re grinning as you’re backing him into the wall. You inhale deeply, fighting with his lips as he holds your waist. It’s feverish as you kiss, the way you gently press against his waist has Bradley biting back moans. Suddenly, he’s pushing you back, walking you until you hit the opposite wall.

“Don’t be a tease.” He warns lowly, hand gently squeezing your jaw.

Your smirk is victorious. “I won’t be a tease if you take me back to your place.”

He tightens his grip slightly before swooping down and devouring your lips. His strained jeans rub against you. “That’s what you want?” He asks, pulling away again.

You bite your bottom lip, nodding. “I’m up for anything you want to do, actually.”

His thumb pulls that lip down. He looks at it in awe as he makes his final decision.

“Text your brother, tell him that you called an Uber home.” He says.

“Jake already said he was taking a girl home and sent me the cash for a ride.” You breathe.

It’s all a sudden blur, the way Bradley’s dragging you out to the parking lot, helping you into the passenger seat of his Bronco. He’s definitely breaking traffic laws as he races to his one bedroom house.

He struggles to get the door open as you suck at his neck. Once he does get it open, he’s tugging you inside and slamming it shut.

Down the hall, you’re shredding his layers. His button shirt is thrown over the couch in the living room, his belt lands on the coffee table. As you pull his white tank off, your breath catches.

“Fuck.” Is all you can say, looking at how toned his upper body is. His biceps make you want to wrap your hands around them and squeeze.

Bradley smirks, feeling good about himself. “This is what gets you to shut that mouth of yours?” He asks.

You run your eyes over his abs. “You’re like…insanely hot.”

He grips your waist, then backs you up into the kitchen counter. “Says the one with the million dollar body.”

Your fingers dance over his bare skin. “Art appreciates art.” You shrug before devouring his kiss again.

At this point your lipstick is gone, Bradley wears some of it on his skin like you’ve branded him. His hands brace under your thighs, easily lifting you to sit on the smooth kitchen counter. You sit with a huff, spreading your legs wide enough for him to slot between them. The smooth material of your dress bunches on your hips, giving him a perfect view of the pretty pink thong you wear.

He breathes heavy in excitement, gazing down at the lace like it’s a prize. That’s before he’s tilting your head back and kissing down the column of your throat. You mewl softly at the feeling, how he dances down the tops of your breasts that threaten to spill out of the dress.

Then he’s sinking further down, you watch him slowly lower himself to become eye level with your core. You gasp softly as he grips your thighs and places warm kisses to them. It stimulates you, the way his lips feel. His hot breath fans over your aching center, he’s kissing the lace fabric like he’s praising it before he grips the top of it.

“You still sure you want this?” He checks one last time. “Because I don’t know if I can stop after I start.”

You grow impatient, flexing your hips to move your heat closer to him. “Bradley, I don’t want you to stop.”

That was enough for him to yank the panties down your legs, letting them hang on one ankle. He keeps your heels on, enjoying the way they press against his upper back as your legs drape over his shoulders.

His tongue comes to run up your center, you take in a sharp breath. He tastes your arousal, immediately becoming intoxicated off of it. Fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs, he keeps you spread open for him as he dives in, eating you out in a way you haven’t experienced before.

Your head falls back, hand wringing in his hair, holding him close to you. A moan tumbles free from your throat. “Oh fuck, you’re good at this. Fuck! Like that.”

He can’t help but grin wildly, stimulating your erected clit before stretching two fingers inside of you. Your hips buck at the feeling, you’re humming out, panting at the feeling. He eats it so good, you don’t even think to muffle the sounds you make.

“Ah, Bradley.” You breathe, making his cock twitch in his jeans.

“You like it, pretty girl?” He vibrates against you, making you cry out.

His eyes lift to look up at you writhe. You’re perfect, open mouthed and grinding against his tongue, reacting when he curls his fingers.

“Yes.” You encourage.

The sound is wet and lewd as he sucks on your sensitive skin, your eyes widen as you feel your finish coming on.

“Rooster, I’m close.” You whine slightly, it only makes him focus more and get you closer.

“You want to cum? Do it, finish for me.” He encourages.

Your chest heaves, you tighten your grip in his hair as you clench around his fingers. You curse loudly, feeling the orgasm build and build until you finally snap. You shudder, your thighs clench around Bradley’s head as you feel the wave wash over you. He’s there through it, cleaning you up with his tongue, sucking his fingers clean.

You lick his lips, tasting yourself on him before kissing him.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He coos, helping you off the counter, chuckling at your uneasy legs as he guides you to his bedroom.

The door is clicked shut behind you and Bradley’s pulling you against him, cradling your face in his hands as he clashes his tongue with yours. His pants are pushed off by your greedy hands, then he’s watching you crawl onto his perfectly made bed. Your eyelashes fan perfectly as you stare at him, slowly pulling your dress off and dropping it to the floor.

Fuck.

You’re perfect.

Sitting pretty for him, he lets his eyes roam over your perfect skin, how great you look in his bed.

He’s in trouble.

Your leg extends out, lifting your foot up expectantly. With a pleased smile, he comes forward to the foot of the bed, unbuckling the heel, then the other. He tosses them carelessly behind him, they hit the floor with a clatter.

“Those are expensive.” You warn as he tugs at your ankles, making you gasp and fall onto your back.

“Yeah? I’m sure you have five more pairs just like them.” He states, crawling up the bed to hover over you.

Slowly, the two of you share the same air. You lay, looking up at him. “Come on, Bradley, I won’t tell if you won’t.” You tease.

He could devour you.

“You do this often? Target your brother’s friends?” He jokes back.

Your nails run down his scalp. “I can’t stand my brother’s friends. You on the other hand, you’re different.”

Tongue in your mouth, he’s moaning, sitting up to pull open his nightstand drawer. The foil of the condom is cool in his fingers, he pulls back to sit on his knees as you sit up. You pull his boxer briefs down his toned legs, breathing heavy as his full erection is freed. It aches against his stomach, the tip dripping with precum. You swipe your thumb over it, making him groan.

Completely infatuated, you pump your hand over his length as he rips open the condom package.

“I’ll cum if you keep doing that.” He grunts out, pulling your hand away so he can roll the rubber on. “Get on your stomach.”

The direct tone of his voice has you a mess between your legs, you roll over, legs spread, yelping in surprise as he tugs your hips, positioning your ass in the air.

“Is this okay?” He asks, warmly rubbing your back.

Hair falls in your eyes, he moves it away. You look back at him and nod. “It’s more than okay.”

His dark eyes gleam, then he’s positioning himself at your entrance. You feel the tip of him run down your folds, nudging your clit, making you mewl lowly and grab the pillow.

He pushes halfway in before you gasp, he slowly enters your walls to make sure you’re relaxed enough for him. The pressure his size gives you has you breathing hard already.

“I’m almost there, sweetheart.” He says lowly, letting his head fall back as he finally bottoms out.

Adjusting, you can feel how good he fills you. “Oh god.” You pant, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly pulls back and pushes into you again.

“You sound so perfect.” Bradley says, slack jawed.

He kneads your ass, gripping it as he sets a pace. The way you lay out on front of him, arched back and taking him so good, he wants to cum inside of you in that moment.

“Mm, like that.” You guid. “You’re so fucking deep.”

Hearing those dirty words from your perfect lips, his vision threatens to go blurry.

“Yeah? Is this what you wanted the whole night, my cock buried inside you. Fuck, you’re so tight, it’s amazing.” He says through gritted teeth.

Pulling your hips, he fucks you back into him. As you meet his thrusts, broken sounds are coming from your throat.

You’re picture perfect, he’s going to be getting off to this image for weeks.

Mind completely cloudy, you mutter your words, they slur together. His fingers snake down to rub your clit and it has you choking on a sob, burying your face into the pillow at the build up inside of you.

“There you go, baby.” He breathes, picking up his pace. His hand stretches to gently tangle in your hair, his thrusts are hard, jolting you.

His name is muffled as you chant it, warning him that you’re oh-so close. You can’t even turn your head to look back at him, you just lean your head back and cry out as you clench around him.

“Holy shit- I’m almost there, hang on.” He grunts, edging himself closer and closer.

Your body shakes. “Bradley.” You whimper out, then you’re coming all over him.

The shout of him is what makes him push fully inside of you one last time and release. He bucks against you, riding his high out.

You’re collapsed onto the mattress now as he pulls out of you, mouth open as you pant, face and hair a mess.

“Holy fuck…” He runs a hand over his face, moving to lean back against his headboard.

He looks down at you, thinking you’re utterly spent. His gentle hands pull you up to him, slowly kissing you, trying to comb your hair down.

You learn how affectionate he can be. Especially after another round, where you’re watching him fuck up into you as you ride him, and genuine tiredness overcomes the two of you. You both clean up, then you try to decide what your next move is.

Hookups weren’t something you were too familiar with, you’ve only ever slept with your previous boyfriends.

Were you supposed to go back to your house? Did he expect you to leave?

The answer is decided when he shifts to his worn side of the bed.

“Come back to bed.” He says, watching you stand in the doorway, looking at your shoes.

Your eyes lift back up to him and his heart stops for a moment, you’re wearing a genuine grin.

Tangled in his sheets, not bothering to get dressed, the two of you talk until you eventually are lulled to sleep. You tried to fight it, but he’s so warm as he holds you, his voice is such a perfect tone, he’s rubbing your head and doing everything a hookup doesn’t do.

He’s well aware of this.

And when you’re snoozing peacefully, tucked against his chest, he curses and looks up at the ceiling.

He was already in too deep.

Part 2 here

[sepublic]

Hunter is NOT Luz’s brother, he’s not a Noceda, he’s not even that important to her compared to many other relationships Luz has and vice-versa. Like genuinely, go rewatch the show with this consideration in mind, cleanse the fanon for a fresh slate.

People just latched onto them as siblings because they found their Hunting Palismen dynamic funny, but also because they wanted to ward off Lunter. And they couldn’t articulate their dislike for Lunter as stemming from Luz’s longstanding dynamic with another female character being immediately replaced by fans for some white boy who just showed up, so they said they’re actually more siblings. It wasn’t an issue of biphobia it’s just people being tired of fandom thinking everything would be better if a woman was replaced by a guy. It’s the same reason Huntric also sucks because people replace a female character with some dude, it has nothing to do with bi/homophobia.

And FTR I hate Lunter, for the same reason I now hate the Luz & Hunter as Siblings take; It’s the fandom’s obsession with making Hunter more important than he actually is, to the point of replacing Luz’s actual important relationships with him. And hell even replacing Luz herself in her dynamics with her loved ones, because people portray Hunter as more Camila’s child than Luz when Darius is right there.

This fandom has a massive White Favoritism problem with Hunter, and he’s not even a female character he’s another White Boy, the most bland and milquetoast choice to raise as the fandom darling. He’s not THAT interesting and while him and Luz have their parallels and shared trauma and are still friends, what about Hunter and Gus? Or Luz and King, the latter explicitly calls Luz his sister but Hunter sure as hell didn’t! What about explicit on-screen dynamics huh???

ISTFG this fandom is overrun by Hunter content everywhere, he drowns out everyone except the literal main character and even she struggles sometimes! It’s because he’s a White Boy, that’s it. It’s not illegal to like Hunter, but you need to actually appreciate and engage with other characters accordingly instead of acting like that’s illegal. Hunter does the bare minimum and is lauded meanwhile everyone else goes above and beyond and is still overlooked for him.

Stop inserting him into everything we do not need Luz and Hunter angst we can just settle for Luz angst. She has other relationships and priorities you know and there’s so much more to this show than Hunter suffering. Sometimes you’ll even take Luz’s canon angst and give it to Hunter even! And try to make him more of a main character by inserting him into everything but he’s a side character.

So yes, your AU where Hunter is the main protagonist is racist. Especially if it doesn’t even explore Darius as his mentor, and has Eda take his place despite her barely interacting with him. And constantly praising Hunter for being a weird passionate nerd gets aggravating when Luz does the exact same thing but with greater emphasis, but gets ignored in favor of Hunter as she’s relegated to just Lumity.

And all of her additional depth and angst is just ignored for Hunter’s instead, sometimes they’ll even make up angst for him when other characters actually have it; I’ve seen popular fanart of a Luz moment where Hunter is in her place. Because fandom will sooner micro-analyze Hunter’s hands for nothing, than Luz going on a suicidal rant.

They’ll cradle Hunter’s trauma and suffering in their hands as a sacred and delicate subject, gnash at Darius for not being nice; But then sweep over Luz’s trauma and not realize how much certain things affected her, and why it’s fucked up to just ignore that in favor of bad AUs where Luz is a friend to Belos, who prompted a lot of her suicidal depression and scarred her face too.

They’ll insist Hunter should’ve been a bigger part of the finale and that Luz’s nightmare should’ve been her guilt for hurting him, as if it wasn’t already about Flapjack’s death and just her guilt towards ALL of her friends. So you know what, in addition to Hunter not even needing to kill Belos, I’m glad he wasn’t in that final battle and that the show reminded fandom who the actual main characters are (Luz, Eda, and King), which obviously pissed off a lotta people. Because it’s not like Hunter didn’t have major focus in the last two specials and S2B!!!!!!

[callsigns-haze]

Out of All: Chp 3

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

The studio walls seemed to close in, suffocating you with their unyielding presence. Bloody January, new year, new you, but here you were, stuck in the same cycle of frustration and disappointment. Hours had slipped by like grains of sand through an hourglass, each one adding to the weight of your exasperation.

Today was one of those days where nothing seemed to click, where every note was a struggle, and every chord felt like a battle. The music refused to flow, stubbornly resisting your attempts to coax it into existence. And as the hours stretched on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

Frustration radiated from every corner of the studio, a palpable energy that hung heavy in the air. The once vibrant space now felt suffocating, stifling your creativity with its oppressive atmosphere. All you wanted was to escape, to retreat into the sanctuary of solitude and lick your wounds in peace.

But duty called, in the form of your brother's plea to join him and his friends at Penny's bar tonight. You wanted to meet them, to connect with his circle, but today, the thought of socializing felt like an insurmountable task.

"Anna, we need to get this moving!" Harry's voice cut through the tension, his frustration mirroring your own. With a roll of your eyes, you shot him a pointed look, the weight of exhaustion bearing down on your shoulders.

"What do you honestly think I've been trying to do, huh?" you snapped, your words laced with frustration. You were tired, irritable, and every fiber of your being screamed for release. The studio felt like a prison, trapping you in a cycle of unfulfilled potential and dashed hopes.

As Harry left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for another attempt. One more time, from the top, and then you were out. With a resolve born of sheer determination, you began to play, your voice a beacon of defiance amidst the chaos.

Each note carried the weight of your frustration, each chord a testament to your resilience. Despite the odds, you refused to be defeated, pushing forward with a determination that bordered on desperation. And as the melody unfurled, weaving its way through the heavy atmosphere, you felt a glimmer of hope ignite within you.

The music may not have been perfect, may not have flowed effortlessly from your fingertips, but it was yours. A reflection of your struggle, your perseverance, and your unwavering commitment to your craft. And in that moment, as the music carried you away on its wings, you found solace in the simple act of creation, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty to be found.

"Summer went away Still, the yearning stays I play it cool with the best of them I wait patiently He's gonna notice me It's okay, we're the best of friends Anyway

I hear it in your voice You're smoking with your boys I touch my phone as if it's your face I didn't choose this town I dream of getting out There's just one who could make me stay All my days

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I waited ages to see you there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid You always have been

I see the great escape So long, Daisy May I picked the petals, he loves me not Something different bloomed Writing in my room I play my songs in the parking lot I'll run away

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I called a taxi to take me there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

You're on your own, kid You always have been

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own, kid Yeah, you can face this You're on your own, kid You always have been"

---

Bradshaw! Where's your sister at?" Natasha's impatience cut through the chatter, her eyes scanning the bar for your familiar presence. Bradley glanced at his phone, hoping for a message or a sign of your impending arrival, but found nothing. A sense of unease settled over him, a nagging feeling that something was amiss.

"Don't know, Phoenix. She's probably stuck at work," Bradley replied, his voice tinged with concern. He watched as Jake and Javy played darts, his mind drifting back to the front door of the bar. "Where are you, Anna?"

With a flicker of apprehension, Bradley unlocked his phone, dialing your number in a desperate bid for reassurance. Each ring felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest as he prayed for your familiar voice to answer. But the silence on the other end only deepened his worry.

Then, a message popped up on his screen, accompanied by a video from you. Relief flooded through him as he read your text, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We only wrapped up now. Give me ten and I'll be there!"

As he watched the video, a sense of pride swelled within him. Your voice, clear and strong, filled the bar, carrying the weight of your emotions with each note. It was a song about solitude, about facing life's challenges head-on, and Bradley couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his talented sister.

"Hey guys! My sister's gonna be here in a bit. She sent me a video if you want to see!" Bradley called out to the group, excitement rippling through the air. He had mentioned your burgeoning music career to his friends before, and now they eagerly gathered around him, eager to catch a glimpse of the elusive Anna Bradshaw.

As the video began to play, Jake's eyes widened in recognition. The pieces fell into place, and he realized why you looked so familiar. With your distinctive features and undeniable talent, you were unmistakably Baby Bradshaw, the younger sibling whose musical journey had captivated their curiosity.

As the last notes of your song faded away, a chorus of applause erupted from your audience. Bradley couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest as he watched his sister's talent being recognized and celebrated by those closest to him. In that moment, as the warmth of camaraderie washed over him, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have a supportive network by your side.

He and Coyote both took a step back, their expressions mirroring a mix of shock and disbelief. Javy leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper as he posed a question that hung heavy in the air, "Isn't that the chick from last weekend?" Jake shot his friend a warning look, silently urging him to keep his thoughts to himself.

In that moment, the weight of his actions hit Jake like a ton of bricks. He had been sleeping with a Bradshaw, his wingman's precious baby sister. The realization washed over him, a wave of dread and regret crashing against his conscience. How could he have been so blind? How could he not have recognized you, despite your distinctive features and undeniable talent?

God, Bradley would kill him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his stomach churning with a sickening mix of guilt and apprehension. He had betrayed his friend's trust in the worst possible way, tarnishing the bond they had built over years of camaraderie and loyalty.

As he glanced at Bradley, he could see the color draining from his friend's face, his expression a mask of disbelief and shock. The room seemed to spin around him, the reality of the situation hitting him like a freight train. "Hey Bagman, you okay?" Fanboy's voice cut through the tension, his concern palpable as he glanced at his fellow pilot.

"Fine," Jake replied, his voice strained as he forced the words past the lump in his throat. But inside, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. He had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and now, he would have to face the consequences of his actions.

---

You parked your car near the light blue bronco, recognizing it as your brother's vehicle. As you stepped out and locked the door, a sense of apprehension settled over you. You knew Bradley would likely be frustrated, perhaps even angry, that your colleagues had made you late for the meeting.

Entering the bar, you spotted Bradley with a group of young aviators. He walked down to greet you, enveloping you in a side hug. His whispered words tugged at your heartstrings. "You actually came," he murmured. With a playful eye roll, you leaned in to whisper back, "You pay the rent without allowing me to, I had no choice."

The resemblance between you and Bradley was uncanny, from the curls in your hair to the twinkle in your eyes. As he introduced you to his friends, you greeted them warmly, but your attention was quickly drawn to one individual in particular: Jake. Jake Seresin, Hangman, Bradley's wingman.

Bradley's introduction sent a jolt of panic through you. You had slept with Jake, your brother's wingman. Out of all the people, why him? The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and you knew you had to tread carefully to ensure that Bradley never found out about your previous encounter with Jake.

As Jake greeted you with a Texan charm that sent shivers down your spine, you struggled to maintain your composure. Bradley couldn't know, couldn't suspect anything. So you smiled politely, nodding at Jake's introduction, all the while grappling with the knowledge of the secret you shared with his wingman.

Jake knew that Bradley could never figure out that the two of you had met previously, so he played it cool, maintaining his composure to prevent your brother from catching on. "Hangman, but you can call me Jake, darlin'," he said, his Texan accent adding a touch of charm to his words.

As Jake shook your hand, Bradley watched the interaction closely, his protective instincts kicking in. "Brad told me a lot about you," you remarked casually, withdrawing your hand and wrapping your arms around yourself as you engaged in conversation with Jake. "I could say the same," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Bradley had rejoined the group, leaving you to converse with Jake. But before you could delve further into conversation, Jake leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you met his intense gaze, scanning the room to ensure no one was listening in on your conversation. "Yeah, that's putting it nicely," you replied, a sense of apprehension creeping into your tone.

----

"You're actually his sister," Jake sighed, his frustration evident as he ran his hands down his face while seated on the outside deck of the bar. The realization hung heavy in the air, both of you grappling with the unexpected twist of fate that had brought you together.

"Look Jake... Would you change anything if I wasn't his sister?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. It was a question neither of you had anticipated, probing the depths of what could have been if circumstances were different.

"No," Jake replied simply, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering determination. Despite the complications that your relationship with Bradley introduced, he was adamant that he wouldn't alter a single moment they had shared.

His response left you conflicted. On one hand, you were relieved that he didn't regret what had transpired between you. On the other, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt about the potential fallout with your brother.

"What about Bradley?" You countered, your mind racing with the implications of your newfound connection with Jake.

As you contemplated the situation, memories of the rules you and your best friend, Caila, had established as teenagers flooded your mind. Rule number one: Never, under any circumstances, become romantically involved with each other's siblings. It was a pact born out of loyalty and mutual respect, a boundary that had never been crossed. You believed guys had some sort of similar boundaries.

But now, faced with the undeniable chemistry between you and Jake, you questioned whether those rules still held weight. Was it breaking a code if neither of you were aware of its existence? And could you deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you, despite the potential consequences?

"I've done worse things," Jake confessed, his words hanging in the air like a weighty admission. In that moment, you knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but the pull of desire was too strong to resist.

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[intheticklecloset]

🍋 🫐 🌟 (probably not the right star enoji but i couldn't find the other one lmao) hi could i tequest a lemonade of the todoroki siblings? Where shotos being a lee? Because i noticed theres like barely any content with them lmao. Thanks❤️❤️

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

~~~

“W-Wahahahahahahait – plehehehehehehease, guys!”

Natsuso smirked playfully down at his little brother who – thanks to his and Fuyumi’s efforts – was currently half-curled in on himself, giggling crazily as they scribbled and scratched across his torso and waist.

“Wait for what? Huh?” he teased, deftly catching Todoroki’s wrist when it came down protectively, gently wiggling into his underarm. “Weren’t you practically begging us to tickle you just a minute ago?”

Even lit by only a flashlight, Todoroki’s face clearly turned pink at the insinuation. “I dihihihihid nohohohohohohot!”

“Hmm…Fuyumi, wouldn’t you say that Shoto acting all cute and leaving himself wide open was invitation enough for us to play around a little bit?”

“I believe it was,” their sister replied, giggling along with Todoroki as she pinched his sides. “After all, if he kept his arms above his head and kept looking at us like that, how could we not want to tickle him?”

Todoroki whined, squirming to the side when his sister tickled his ribs, then trying to pull his arm down when his brother scribbled in his armpit. He blushed furiously, but couldn’t bring himself to protest any of this. He hadn’t exactly been trying to tempt them into tickling him by laying in the grass with his arms behind his head, but…he hadn’t exactly not been trying to, either.

“Ehehehehehehehe plehehehehehehehease!” he begged, heart racing in anticipation when both of his older siblings suddenly grabbed an arm and lay it flat on the ground so he was almost in a T pose. They lay gently on top of his limbs, pinning him, and shot him mischievous smiles. Todoroki gasped, giggling helplessly even though they weren’t touching him yet. “Ah! W-Wahahahait, wait!”

“For what, Shoto?” Fuyumi cooed, dragging a single fingertip down the short length of his underarm, making him jerk and cackle briefly. “Would it really help you if we waited?”

“Or would you rather just get on with it, little bro?” Natsuo asked, repeating the gesture on his other side.

Todoroki shivered, glancing at each of them in turn, his giddiness nearly overwhelming. He lifted his gaze to the stars they’d all been observing and chatting about together beforehand, then squeezed his eyes shut and murmured, “Just do it already.”

Needing no further invitation, Natsuo and Fuyumi each began to scribble into his armpits with purpose, and Todoroki pressed his lips together defiantly for all of three seconds before he couldn’t help himself and the first waves of laughter spilled out, followed by useless squirming and pleading.

“Nohohohohohohohoooo! Plehehehehehehehehease, it’s so bahahahahahahahahad!”

His siblings merely exchanged grins.

“And yet, you’re not asking us to stop~” Natsuo teased.

“So we’ll just have to keep going, little brother~” Fuyumi added.

Todoroki lay giggling and laughing beneath the stars for a while after that, but he hadn’t felt so content and loved in a long time. It was worth it.

[planet4546b]

signoise questions!!! feel free to ignore as many as u want, sorry there are so many i am just very 🙇 (emoji of person leaning on folded arms and looking interested if it doesnt load right- just looked this up and it is actually a person bowing??? i have always parsed it as like a more restrained :eyes: emoji. huh) abt all of the parts its very cool!!!

-decade: have u read the city & the city by china mieville? whatre the inspirations for this if u have any off the top of yr head? was this like a rogue architect (i am thinking of the cartographers without borders post about a flat and level kansas watch out for the 900ft cliff bisecting kansas city post) or was it an official govt project or something?

-twins: i really like the name lariat for a city thats v cool also since theres a bunch of plays, are they all extant in their entireties or is it like a classical texts situation where we have fragmentary records? im really interested in the mixed media part of signoise & how different parts might be told, are u thinking of adding video or audio or anything?

-bell expedition: SO interested in how a caver becomes "disgraced." excited to see a bunch of cave content about the mar.

-pareidolia: a) VERY cool name i love it b) are u going to make the photographs they take?

-pepper's ghost: i dont have a specific q about this one i would just like to register my extreme excitement to see what happens w it.

& i guess just a more general q, do u have a rough idea of what media(s) each story is going to be in? also i am really really liking the name choices youve made for places etc.

i misread bowing as bowling and my confusion about that emoji only grew. but ozzy hi!!! thank you for the questions im gonna try to hit all of them :D

1. i HAVE read the city and the city (really enjoy it) although it ironically inspires a different city on the map (primary and meridian, which is where the playwright stuff mostly takes place). decade’s primary inspiration is pretty explicitly superstudio’s continuous monument, as well as a handful of other postmodern avant- garde architecture concepts, like constant’s new babylon. visually also something like blame, though i have yet to actually read blame i know not by reputation alone. the vibes of it are actually very much that pefectly level kansas post LMAO

decade’s architect is a supercomputer (also known as decade) that produces the plans that the people then construct (also very invisible cities, i’m just blanking on the name of the city itself that’s constantly building). a lot of decade’s story is pure mystery for this reason: how did they build a supercomputer? how and why does it create its plans? what is it building for? why is it that the only records of the city are from decade itself, and next to no records from its citizens exist? what was their form of government, who did decide to build, who led this project? much to uncover!!

2. mairzy finch was a relatively minor playwright during their life, and had one play that really became well known and four or five other less known ones. the bulk of their history is about a massive series of plays that are in fact fragmentary and were all found after their death and are being ‘completed’ and published by almas verrier. so there is a lot of classics to it in how those plays are reconstructed, published, and continually found (and the controversy around all of that), though this is not a project that gains a lot of scholarly attention, its pretty much only verrier and samira that are interested at all.

i would absolutely LOVE to add audio especially to these plays, within my ability as a single creator. although i will likely needle my sibling who used to act to get notes on things like stage and audio design (the entertainment interlude in kentucky route zero is a HUGE inspiration here).

3. quite simply, eric has previously led groups in which multiple members died, and while it is generally understood that that’s a bit of an occupational hazard, the general caving community has concluded those specific deaths could have been avoided if eric was not pushing the group to fuel his own ego. Oops! and glad you’re excited for the cave content because ohohoho so am i!!!!

4. my favorite thing about the name pareidolia is that when i’m researching other things i ALWAYS run into this word and go oh cool and go to its wikipedia page and forget one of the first images on the wikipedia page is a cave formation LOL. and yes i almost definitely will be!! i will at minimum be recreating them via digital art, but i have So many cave photos i can use various ways, and im thinking about getting some cheap ass camera to print physical photos as well. i have in my mind what his most famous photograph is and im so excited to recreate it GAH

5. i’m also SO excited about this one so glad to hear it!!! these two are characters that are close to my heart but have been at the fringes of signoise’s main story for a while, getting to spotlight them is super exciting for me. and there’s some weird late game plot developments with them that are fun. they also are the mechanism for my favorite Samira Realization and a catalyst for her downward spiral. woohoo!

6. the mixed media aspect of signoise is BRAND new and a lot of that i’m still brainstorming to figure out what’s even possible for me to do, but what i do know is the general format for each:

playwright: play scripts and academic papers (possible audio recordings/set plans)

decade: architectural plans, radio transmission transcripts

bell: interviews with bell and everett (god i would love so bad to make and photograph minis for specific cave scenes here)

pareidolia: photographs, research notes (?) i need…something else here but im still figuring out what (largely photo manips and limited animation. hopefully via physical camera)

peppers ghost: radio broadcast transcripts (i have the least wiggle room for other media in here i think, iltheres too much of it to be voice acted via just like dragging in family and friends and it’s pretty limited to radio. but i’ll find something im sure)

and thank you!!! naming things is difficult (the like…7 hours i spent trying to find names for all the new characters. god.) but i have quite a bit of fun with it. i like sounds ^^

[eveandtheturtles]

Started with a Kiss Chapter 12: Forgiveness

Summary: Kara and Seth have a lot of catching up to do.

Pairing: Donnie x OC

Rating: T for siblings.

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A/N: This chapter was also co-written with @singinghands Seth is also Kay's character and it has been a pleasure to have him here. Beta Read this time by Topazpearl on Discord who came to my aid in my time of need lol. As usual it can also be read on AO3. AO3 has also a little bonus content in the Notes! (sorry it took me ages to post).

Distracted by the game and the food, Seth didn’t notice how quickly the time went by. Too quickly. He planned to duck out of sight and surprise his sister, but her sudden appearance ruined it. Instead, it was him who jumped when an unfamiliar voice rang through the lair. As he stood up quickly he dropped his controller, ignoring the screen as his character veered off the track. 

Like Kara, he was just as surprised, though for different reasons. Part of him, irrationally, expected her to still look like she did when she'd left home. Thirteen years old and frozen in time. Obviously, that couldn't be the case, and he was silent for a moment, hands empty but still. His sister grew up. 

<Hi?> Seth finally managed once the freeze wore off, knowing that was hardly enough of a greeting or explanation for him being here.

Kara's eyes immediately switched to look at Cheryl. Her friend had enough decency to look apologetic as she signed <Sorry.>

Nevermind that. She could deal with Cheryl another time. 

With a few leaps she got to Seth, nearly tackling him, as she hugged him. There would be time for shame and guilt later. Right now her brother was there. And she had missed him. 

Stumbling back, Seth had to fight to keep his balance. There was no hesitation before he was hugging Kara back, his own eyes welled up seeing his sister again.

<You ass, you are so much taller now!> She grinned as she pulled back, taking a few steps backwards, ignoring the tears gathering in her eyes. 

Her complaint about his height got a bark of silent laughter shortly before Seth stuck his tongue out mockingly. <I am not, you just shrunk.>

She snorted, wiped her tears and lightly punched his side. <Ass.> She took a deep breath and smiled.

Light punch or not, Seth was still acting like it hurt. He watched Kara with mock pain on his face and a barely hidden amusement beneath it. <How could you say that, huh?> Not waiting for an answer he just shrugged it off with another short, silent laugh. He had missed this; the old habit of teasing was as easy to slip into as a forgotten jacket that still fit.

Despite Cheryl's explanations earlier, he still wanted to hear it from Kara too. <Everything okay?> Adding to that was a quick look around the (admittedly more homey than expected when he'd first heard about the lair) room.

Both siblings noticed Cheryl and Donnie trying to discreetly shoo Raph and Mikey out of the entertainment area to give them space. Cheryl smiled at the duo and gave them thumbs up. The two kind of needed to be alone for this.

<Yeah, I'm good,> Kara told Seth. <Do you wanna sit down? I need to know everything about you now.>

<Good. And yeah. This is a lot. I probably should.>

To Kara it was a relief he wanted to talk.She wouldn't be surprised that once the shock and excitement of meeting again wore off he would get angry at her. She fully expected that.

They sat down, and now the awkwardness set in. Without the distraction of video games, the fact of where they were and with whom was unavoidable now. Kara took a deep breath in, rubbing her hands over her legs, wondering what to say.

<Maybe then let's start with just…,> she wiggled her fingers trying to find the words, <are you here for long? Do you study in New York?>

<No, but it's semester break. I have a bit.> Not long, but hopefully enough to catch up. Though Seth doubted there would ever be enough time for that; so much had happened, both of them having missed years of the other's life.

Seth leaned forward a bit, getting comfortable before beginning to talk again. <Found a place kinda close to home, a couple hours out.> Far enough away that he had space and more of a heads up before their mom dropped in, but still close enough that he could get back home if he needed to.

<What about you guys? All, uh, all of you?>

Kara nodded. Right, the semester break. It was almost Christmas time. God, the time really got away from her. 

<You mean the turtles too?> She snorted. <They're okay. We are missing one at the moment.> She looked at the crowd that was trying hard to pretend they weren't interested in what was going on. She could see the orange bandana snapping back into Splinter’s room 

<Cheryl's fine, but she probably told you that.> She sent a sharp look at the dark blonde head poking out. It immediately disappeared as well. None of them were slick. <And I am okay, for now.> She gave him a brave smile, despite worry squeezing her stomach like a vice. <How much did she tell you?>

<Oh, enough.> He could guess what Kara might have been hinting toward, but it was always easier for both of them to default to teasing. The more serious parts of all this could wait, for both him and Kara to feel ready to talk about it. With that in mind, there was a spark of mischief lurking in Seth's eyes as he waited for her full attention again.

His attempt at a neutral-to-serious expression kept not quite getting there, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. <What's your fursona, sis?>

At first she thought he meant the whole situation with the mob and/or ex problems but one look at his face told her otherwise. 

She felt her face heating up. <I am not a furry!> She huffed and slapped his arm again with the back of her hand.

It got her another look of mock pain as Seth pretended to test the arm for injury. 

<You sure about that? Looks like it to me,> he teased further.

Kara gasped in faked offense and started poking his sides to tickle him in revenge.

Squirming away, Seth's sudden need to get out of Kara's reach had him unbalanced on the sofa. Suddenly he was on the floor, palms stinging from catching himself.<Weaknesses are a low blow!> 

<Suffer!> She grinned evilly. <I have the high ground, Anakin!>

Seth couldn't help his snort of laughter at that familiar line, deliberately looking her in the eyes to keep her guessing about his retaliation.

<You underestimate my power, Kar-bi Wan!> It was her only warning before her legs were under tickle attack.

She squeaked and kicked her legs, with one accidentally flinging at his head.

He tried to dodge, but Seth's realization came a hair too late; at least it wasn't a full kick, but the side of his head was going to feel that for a bit. <Still a kicker?> he teases, albeit weakly, the eye on that side watering.

Kara gasped this time in concern but snorted at his joke. <Are you okay?> She checked his head then reached one hand to him to help him up. 

<Will be. You lost your edge.> The offered help was welcomed though, and he was glad to take it. <Thanks.>

She snorted. <We should get that checked out before you leave though.> 

She helped him sit down. There wasn’t much of a warning for her next move. As she held his hand, she grabbed a pillow with the other hand and smacked it into his face.

The split second between that annoyingly familiar grin and his face being full of pillow wasn't enough this time to react, and Seth needed a second longer still to come to terms with what just happened.

As soon as he did, he was quick to put a mock wounded expression on when the pillow dropped. <First you kick me, now this?>

She laughed, she laughed so hard. This familiarity was nostalgic. The past just dropping right into her lap. It was overwhelming. She started crying. The tears started flowing, and she couldn’t stop them. It was like something unlocked inside her, and she couldn’t stop. It was an ugly cry, and she sniffled trying to stop. She raised her hands to sign, but her words weren’t coming out, they were shaking so badly. She just reached out to her brother. 

As soon as Kara started crying, the teasing stopped. Her seeking comfort was all it took for Seth to reach out as well. Even as a child, it wasn't often that she got like this. Kara rarely let her emotions out. He still was her brother, her first best friend. He quickly recognized of what was going on came quickly.

She couldn’t see what he was saying like this, but he was still spelling <okay> against her back. It still took her a moment to register him doing that.

She held on tight, letting it all flow out. All the repressed emotions. Once they stopped she remained still for a few moments, until she knew it was over. Until she felt safe enough to face him again. Only then she took a deep, shaky breath and pulled away. <I am so sorry,> she said. <I didn't mean to ever leave you behind. You must hate me, huh?>

<You're my sister. You know I don't.> Even if she was hard to get along with sometimes, that was just how things worked. At least, for their definition of sibling. <You're okay, right?>

Her lips quivered in a weak smile and she nodded. <I'm okay. You?>

<Yeah. Still getting used to my sister being a furry.> Seth adds, not willing to resist the tease.

She looked at him with a glare. <I can still absolutely whack you with that pillow again.> She puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

<Sure you can still do that if my glasses are on?> He wiggled his eyebrows at her. 

Kara rolled her eyes. <He's nice. We're friends. And not dating!> 

<Oh, he's still single then?> The question wasn't in the least serious. Seth was not even hiding the continued sibling mockery in it. 

She deployed the pillow again, smacking him over the shoulder. <Keep going and I am coming for your kneecaps.> 

<Hey!> The protest is weak, and one Seth drops immediately. <You can try, if you can reach them.>

She stuck her tongue at him. <What about you? No bears in your life you try to seduce?>

Sticking his tongue out in return, the gesture on his side is brief. <No, I wouldn't say there was.> Not that there wasn't someone, but the category didn't apply.

She ignored the taunt and narrowed her eyes, reading his expression. <But there is someone,> she stretched the signs, teasing him with a grin. There might have been almost ten years, but his face was just as open as ever.

Seth couldn't help it, feeling his face heat up with a blush in response to the teasing. <Maybe there is, maybe not.> he hedged, looking to one side instead of directly at Kara.

HA! She got him. Her grin got wide. She moved her whole body to put herself in his line of sight. <There iiiiiissssss. Who is it? Do you need a wingman? I totally can wingman for you. Or kick their ass as your sister! Do they need shovel talk?>

<No. Nope.> The denial came quickly. Seth was more than aware of what normally happened when Kara started on that particular line of thinking. The highschool experience was more than enough. <You're too late anyway.> Which was lucky, at least in his opinion. Of course, now that this was her train of thought that admission would only move her onto a slightly different related track.

Her eyes sparkled, face stretched in a smile. <My bro has a boyfriend!> Damn, her brother had a boyfriend! Shit… she missed so much… But she didn’t let herself get down again. <What’s his name? What does he look like?>

<Nope, don't know what you're talking about. They aren't.> He's playing word games and knows it, but that was part of the fun. <I'll ask if I can show you later okay? And you better not.> Some protectiveness sneaks onto the words as Seth signs them, along with stubbornness, both similar enough to the way he acted about family that Kara might recognize the expression he has now.

She giggled. <Please do. I am dying of curiosity.> She winked but then sighed. This was good. Really good. It was familiar. Comforting even. 

<I will. Promise.> To show his sincerity, Seth used for the word ‘promise’ their own homesign the two came up with as children. It was nearly a reflex to do so as well.

She nodded, trusting him on that. But there was an itch of discomfort at the edge of her mind. Best to jump to the meat of things, now that the tears were out of the way.

<Seth do you hate me? Aren't you mad at me?> She asked again. 

Seth dropped his earlier teasing when the mood shifted. <I don't hate you. You're my sister.> He pushes a hand through his hair, sighs. <Maybe when you first disappeared? But I didn't know why. And that was years ago. It wasn't your choice, whatever it was.> Cheryl had shared some, but he hadn't pressed for more than what she felt able to say.

She sighed and dropped her hands learning that he knew some things. It brought up more shame and guilt and some annoyance. Mostly at Cheryl, but she also understood. Her friend probably had to calm Seth down before they could meet. It takes a moment to swallow it. Her mouth turned into a thin line as she processed that.

<How much do you know?> She finally asked.

<The hospital. And someone breaking into your place. Nothing more specific.> He wanted, needed, to know. For his peace of mind in some sense, at least. Though Seth doubted it would bring much of that. <It's your business, right? Your decision on how much to tell.> Something serious like this? That wasn't anything to insist on prying into when the people involved might not want you to. Even if he wanted to.

Kara wrung her hands and bit her lips. Okay, so nothing too specific. That's good. Wait, no. She rubbed her face, annoyed at herself. Why were secrets her default? She did share some stuff with Donnie recently and…. She didn't feel like recounting the events again but… this was Seth, and he deserved to know some things. 

She shook her hands, trying to shake some of the nerves and fear of judgment. 

<I have an ex. His name is Ryan,> she started slowly. <And yeah. It was very bad. Really bad. I didn't notice when–.> When what? When she cut off almost all her support system? She still felt like it was her fault. She shouldn't have done that and yet. <After the hospital, I won the court case. Barely.> She sighed and rolled her eyes. <I may or may not have had some less than savory help in it. He got released early for 'good behavior'.> She grimaced at the words. <Somehow got in touch with one of the crime lords and I don't know, convinced him to help make my life difficult again?> She paused, drumming her fingers together. <I may or may not have been doing some not entirely legal stuff on the internet, and Donnie found me out. They offered me protection, and I got a deal with the Chief of Organized Crime so I have been here for now. So, that's me. In a nutshell.> She gave him an awkward smile.

The amount of information had Seth quiet for a moment to process. A name, but one that, now that this person was out of the picture, he would set aside until it was needed. Trouble he didn't know about, danger she'd had to deal with on her own.

The legality of what she had done aside, she was still his sister. Maybe not the right mindset for someone on the career track Seth hoped for, but he'd never been the best at heeding the letter when not doing so was the more right choice.

<He's for sure gone?>

<Working on that, the guys are taking down the organization and yeah.> She smiled awkwardly. <Your turn now. How's…. Everyone? What are you doing these days and uh… how's- how's mom?> She had a couple years to catch on.

Sighing, Seth rubs his neck while working out how to reply to that. <Working, a little. Studying the rest of the time. Getting some outside interaction with people when I can. Glad everyone's patient when I'm out of reach.> He grimaces, but briefly. <Mom's mom. You know how that is.> Her insistence on focusing on him and ignoring Kara still itched.

Unlike with Cheryl there wasn't the urge to sugarcoat things, moreso when doing that would hurt worse later.

Ah, it did sting and annoyed Kara as well. It’d been years and she just wouldn't- okay, deep breaths, no time for ranting. 

<Right, can't say I am not surprised.> Her face was twisted in a bitter expression. Fine, if she didn't want to acknowledge she had a child, then Kara wasn't going to think about her either. 

It wasn't his thing to say it for, but… <I'm sorry.>. The apology was reflexive, one he'd made before, and prompted by the familiar look of pain on Kara's face.

<Hey, it's not your fault.> She gave him exactly the same reply as back then as well. She decided to focus on him more. <What do you study? And where? Said you work? Do you need any cash?>

<The local back home, and I'm good on cash.> Seth looks sheepish to admit just what, with everything that Kara's shared, but she did ask. <Answer to the first one is law.> 

She giggled. <Great, next time I'm in deep shit I'm gonna call you instead of my lawyer.> She grinned and nudged him. 

<Conflict of interest, sis.> Seth teases automatically, the shift in her mood to something less jagged welcomed compared to earlier. 

She stuck her tongue at him. <Mean.>

He smiled. <You're safe here, right? Comfortable?>

She slowly nodded. <Aside of it being the sewers and> she raised her hands higher making her signs louder knowing the audience behind them, <Raph's gigantic fart bombs!> She dropped her hands again. What she didn't hear were the loud protests and laughs from the brothers that resulted from it. <Yeah. I'm good. I just can't wait to go topside. From what I heard it won't be long now. I will invite you over. You'll love it.>

Seth was relieved to hear that Kara would be safe enough soon to go back to her apartment, and he nodded in return. <Must be pretty bad if you can smell them down here.> he teased, though Raph wasn't around to be in on it. <You have a new cell number right?> After everything else that was hopefully a given, and getting it would make staying in touch easier.

She snickered and pulled her phone out. She had to get a new number after all that went down with Ryan. She should have saved Seth's number, but she didn't think of it when she should have. Too late for should haves now though. Now was what was important.

She quickly told Seth her number and waited for him to send her a text. As soon as her screen lit up with his number she saved it as 'Stinky Bro'. She also sent him back her home address.

Seth had hers saved under a sibling nickname of his own, one that had him grinning behind his free hand. If she saw her name was set to "small annoyance", the lifespan of his phone would be in question.

Only when he hears the sound of a text arriving does Seth look settled. It being able to send properly down here had been questionable.

She recognised the small flash of brief surprise. <It's all Donnie Tech. He is really smart.> She praised the turtle. Her face lit up a little, badly hiding feelings she didn't want to fully acknowledge.

Hiding his grin on seeing how proud she was of Donnie's work was difficult enough that Seth didn't bother with the effort. <Are you absolutely sure you’re not a furry?> he teased, unable to resist the barb.

She narrowed her eyes at him and chucked a pillow on his face.

Taking the smack full in the face, once the pillow fell away there was a look of mock anger and mischief mixed on Seth's face. <No fair attacking an unarmed man.> he reminded, holding a hand out then expectantly for his own pillow.

<Oh you think, I would give you an ammunition, fool?> She stood up on the sofa, holding the pillow under her arm and balancing shakily. There were of course other pillows around. <Again – I have the higher ground!!> she signed dramatically, stretching her signs. 

"So you guys are playing or what?" Mikey suddenly popped behind Seth, signing as he spoke. 

His sudden appearance caused Kara to lose balance and she fell, caught by Donnie last second. 

Seth yelped and whirled around. How someone that tall and bulky could be so quiet was a mystery! He slipped on one of the pillows from earlier and had to fight for his own balance, a fight he only half-wins.

Blinking up at the turtle, it takes him a minute to recover. <Uh, yeah? Sort of?>

"Mikey," Donnie hissed, scolding the younger brother. He set a blushing, a bit stunned Kara down. He then moved away, clearing his throat.

"Whoops, my bad," Mikey shrugged, with a not-so-innocent smile. 

It only took one look at that smile to recognize it, once Seth was fully sure of his balance again. A comrade in arms, he assumed, and he had to force his expression back to neutral despite the flicker of a grin threatening to appear.

Turning his attention to Kara and Donnie, he equally feigned innocence. <You okay, sis?>

Kara looked at her brother. Her eyes quickly narrowed, recognizing the twitches in his face. He hadn't changed all that much since they were 13.

<I am okay,> she signed slowly. She looked at Donnie. <Seth, this is Donnie. Donnie this is my brother, Seth.>

Donnie looked a bit confused at Kara for a moment as she introduced them. <Oh! Nice to meet you, S-,> he paused and looked at Kara, who was biting her lips trying to hide in an impish grin. 

Did she just use a middle finger to name her brother?

Seth for his part doesn't look surprised, forgetting that they're not around people in the know before flashing a return bird in Kara's direction. Then he's back to including Donnie in the conversation.

<Sorry, she forgets her social training sometimes. Good to meet you too.> With that jab he was purposely avoiding looking at Kara in a way that Seth hoped gets under her skin the way their teasing used to.

With that display Kara fake gasped silently. She then tried to position herself in front of Seth, even jumping a little to get into his field of vision. 

<I know that too well,> Donnie replied, amused at her bouncing. 'She is adorable,' he thought but tried not to show it. Which wasn't working very well judging by the grin Mikey was giving him.

Seth was trying and failing at keeping his expression straight while continuing to pretend he couldn't see Kara. <So that hasn't changed, huh?>

As he spotted the fond look (or what Seth assumed was a fond look) hiding in Donnie's amusement, there was a spark of mischief equal to Mikey's grin in his eyes. <You’ve been keeping her safe?>

<Trying our best, but I think she has been causing at least 60% more headaches to Leo than what normally Raph does,> Donnie replied, either missing Seth's intention or purposefully evading it. <They are a team.> He sent a look towards Raph who huffed in response, not hiding his smirk very well. 

Meanwhile, Kara, annoyed with being ignored, jabbed her brother in the stomach.

‘<Only sixty? That's lucky. Used to be ninety per–> And then the jab, catching Seth off guard. <See?> he signed while giving Kara a look of 'excuse me?’ that hadn't changed even after growing up. <And there's two of her trying, too, she's gone soft.>

With that last sentence he deliberately angles himself so both Donnie and Kara were included in the conversation. If she was going to elbow him, it would be for a reason this time.

Donnie tried to hide his smile from the sibling duo. He met Kara the Hacker, worked with Kara the Scientist, the Friend and the Mischief Maker. This was Kara the Sibling.

<90%? I am really sorry and thank you for your service,> he joked.

Meanwhile Kara seemed placated with her inclusion. She snorted at Donnie’s response and shook her head.

She stuck her tongue back at him then snorted and grinned. <You rehashed that idea when we were 11 and shoved a whole plate of ‘pie’ in my face.>

<Don't feel sorry for him! When we were younger he shoved me into a washer!>

<Your attitude stunk, that was the fastest way to deal with it.> Seth shoots back, grinning at the memory even as his nose wrinkles. <She used up half a jar of Vicks on my pillow; the smell never did get out. It had to be replaced, and my hair stunk the entire time until we did. She still doing that?> Now it was funny, but at the time having to deal with their classmates and parent's friends asking if he was sick for weeks afterwards had been infuriating.

<No, not that I know of,> Donnie bit his lips to not laugh.

<That was because you framed me for eating all of the mini jalapeño cheesecakes mom made for a garden party!> Kara tried to defend herself. <I didn't even like those.> She pouted. <And I was the one to get grounded!>

<I'd do it again, they were delicious.> With that he stuck his tongue out at Kara, not caring how childish the gesture was. <You would have done the same thing if she made your favorite. Tasted better than the shaving cream you told me was whipped cream anyway, had to get rid of it with something.>

<Hey, nobody said we couldn't copy each other,> Seth answered with an exaggerated shrug, hands palm up as if asking 'what can you do?’ as he does so. <Good to know you kept it going.>

Donnie turned his head to look at Raph and Mikey. It was hard to imagine being separated from his siblings for as long as Kara and Seth were. Even if they infuriated each other to no end…

Their prank wars were ridiculous in eye of time. Thinking up what to do next, waiting for the reactions, both of them had enjoyed that even if their parents had gotten tired of it not long after they'd started. It was after their dad… wasn't around anymore. The good ol’ prank wars were to cheer each other up.

<Good to have you back, ass.> Kara chuckled and bumped her fist over Seth’s arm. <Beware though, I will find a way to get you.>

<Hey, don’t want to ruin the happy reunion, but there’s pizza with yours and Donnie’s name on it, unless you are fine with Mikey hoovering those in,> Cheryl joined them, standing at Donnie’s side.

<Oh, I better go get it then,> Donnie jumped up at that a little. There was no joking with pizza and Mikey involved. <It was nice meeting you Seth,> he said and offered his hand for a shake to Kara’s brother.

In the middle of trying to squirm away from Kara's poking, batting her hands away, Seth gives her a look she'd recognize that she better wait a minute for him to talk. <You too,> he returns, hesitating a second before accepting the handshake.

The obvious aside, as a person Donnie seemed alright.

That wouldn't keep him from his brotherly duties, however, but Seth hoped it wouldn't come to that for multiple reasons, the clear strength difference being one of them.

Kara looked between him and Donnie. With a small smile she bumped lighty into him. <Thank you,> she signed. 

Seth shook his head. <Don’t mention it.>

She was probably going to say more but this time her stomach protested, reminding her it was time to go eat. <Let’s talk later. Maybe Mario Kart? Been a while since I destroyed you in a game.>

Seth laughed soundlessly. <You’re on.>

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You are my sunshine Angst Kuguhina (TW)

Hey hey hey author chan here this is Going to be very angsty and it's gonna have heavy trigger warnings so don't say I don't warn you

⚠️NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS OR PEOPLE EASILY  TRIGGERED ALL MY CONTENT IS 18+ UNLESS STATED⚠️

Don't be that asshole and try and report me saying i didn't warn you when clearly i have  lets begin

Sho has been depressed she don't know why Or what caused it she was just in the spiralling depression which was leading her to a dark path of self harm and Suicide her habits started to get out of control so she decided it was time to let her siblings and bf in on what is happening with her so she makes a quick video and sends it to the family GC

They clicked the video and heard sho she was Crying and hysterical

Sho: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE OKAY

Osamu:Sis?!

Kuguiri: Hon?!

Back in the video they think this is live this is pre-recorded

Sho: AND I REALLY WISH THAT I DID BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP FEELING LIKE THIS ANYMORE

Atsumu: Like what sis feeling like what?

Sho: Hey I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now

Osamu: About what sis where are you?!

Kuguiri: Huh? What do you mean Osamu san

Tori: Guys focus

Sho: Umm... i just wanted to tell you that it's done. And i can't do this anymore I can't live... anymore

Kuguiri: W-w-what no no no please honey no

Sho: I'm done fighting i'm done putting up with this

Osamu: Putting up with what sis pleasw talk to us please don't do anything Rash

Sho: Those scars on my arms....

Kuguiri: You told me the cat scrached you

Sho: You know their not cat scraches...

Kuguiri: I had my Suspicions I just wanted to be wrong

Osamu: Wait but you told me and Atsu you fell of you bike

Sho: Wait but you told me and Atsu you fell of you bike

Tori: You told me you scraped it on the side of the door

Sho: You know I didn't scrape it on the side of the door

Tori: Wait So we were right you were self harming

Sho: you know everything but you laugh you don't listen you don't understand... but you know how I feel

Kuguiri: Help us love help us to understand we want to let us don't shut us out

The miya siblings: ^

Sho: But you don't say anything i'm sorry I'm a disappointment...when you act sad Ask her you only tell me you're fine I know you're not fine and I worry

Atsumu: You are not a disappointment and we said we were fine because it's true

Osamu: Atsu?!

Atsumu: Boyfriend stuff baby bro

Osamu: Oh

Sho: Not to you not to them not to anybody... I'm sorry it had to be this way Goodbye

Kuguiri: To who who made you feel like this and what do you mean goodbye honey honey

The screen went blank they now can see the video was pre-recorded

Osamu: Shit guy split up i'm coming back from akaashi

Atsumu: I'm coming back from Kuroo's

Tori: Semi is dropping me off

Kuguiri: I am out side you house no anwser

Osamu: There is a spare Key 3rd plant pot

Kuguiri: Thanks Got it going in

Kuguiri offline

This is in real life

Kuguiri ran round the house looking for sho till he saw a dim light in the bathroom he rush to the door it was locked he kicked it in and saw in the bath tub water and blood mixed

And we're back in the family GC

Kuguiri: 🎶the other night dear,as I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms when I awoke dear, I was Mistaken so I hung my head and  I cried🎶

The miya siblings: //Kuguiri what are you saying what's with the past tense//

Kuguiri: 🎶 You are my sunshine, my only sunshine you made me happy when skies are grey you'll never know dear, how much I love you why did you take my sunshine away🎶

Atsumu: //WHAT?! No no no//

Tori: //Tsumu//

Kuguiri: 🎶I'll always love you and make you happy and nothing else could come between but you left me alone here you'll have shattered all of our dreams🎶

Osamu: //Leave?//

Kuguiri; 🎶you are my sunshine,my only sunshine you made me happy when skies are grey you'll never know dear, how much i love you why did you take my sunshine away🎶

Sho was Pronounced dead found her in the bathtub sorry

Kuguiri went offline  Users unmuted

The miya siblings: No!!!!! Sis please No!! 😭😭😭😭

That day was filled with morning it even reach the other teams everyone questioning how did they not see she was suffering how did she hide it so well they started blaming themselves kuguiri more so he was her bf how did he not notice how was he so blind to the fact be knew he had cuts on her but he believed her excuses

Kuguiri's thoughts 💭 damn it I should  have questioned her further on it not tiptoe lightly around her

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A Linked Family

For @babyatlaswandersinskies because they reminded me of the sequel I wrote to Violet a week ago

  “I’m glad I met all of you.”

  It’s a bit out of the blue and makes the lot of them start, but Time only smiles as he looks over to where the sailor is sitting. It’s the end of the day and his boys are now resting about the fire. Dinner is done and chores attended to, so the young heroes have turned their attentions to various hobbies, the sort as they can carry with them at least, and have gathered around the fire for light as the sun sinks below the tree line.

  It’s sort of out of nowhere that Wind had spoken. His boys, he’s found, tend to be more the quiet group. Yes, they have their moments of chatter and squabbling, but travel carries with it a silence most days, and unless there’s anything notable to talk about they mostly don’t. It's a habit, he thinks, one born of past adventures spent either alone or, like himself, with someone who tends to do the talking for two. They all prefer the quiet too, he thinks, based on how often they’ll fall into it and rely on motions and expressions to get their work done. They have to talk at villages of course, or when planning their next moves, but it’s mostly the captain, himself and, surprisingly, the vet, who attend to that. He and Warriors take care of planning and strategy, and when they need to barter or haggle their way into purchases, it’s Legend who takes the lead, just the same as the vet does in most social situations.

  It’s rather funny, actually, to stand with the rest of his boys as silent shadows while Legend banters and gossips with one vendor before tearing into another if they try to cheat him or provide less than satisfactory goods.

  Still, even with that, his boys tend to fall quieter and quieter as the day ends, so when Wind suddenly speaks, and loud enough that they can all hear it, it startles him.

  “We’re glad to have met you too, sailor.” Warriors drawls, slipping his pipe from his mouth to speak. Time had noticed before that the man smoked (the tobacco scent clings to him and his signature scarf) but he thinks it’s the first time the pipe has appeared before the other heroes.

  Wind beams in response to the words, bright eyes traveling over their number with a contented smile. “It feels kind of like having a family, doesn’t it?”

  A few brows cock and eyes raise in a perfect example of how his boys usually communicate, and it’s telling that Wind knows at once that they’re asking him to explain. The sailor sits up a bit, hands raising from where they’d been resting beside him to instead gesture restlessly as the sailor speaks.

  “You know, like, Four’s sort of like having a brother, and Twilight is a big brother, and Wild is kind of like a mix between a big brother and a big sister, but not an oldest sibling?”

  The champion chuckles at that, smile bright despite the scars pulling at his lips oddly. “That sounds about right.”

  “And Time is the dad.” Twilight hums, thoughtful.

  It warms his heart to hear his pup thinks of him so, but Wind only shakes his head. “No, Time’s like the grandpa, Warriors is the dad.”

  The words make a few of them start again, but he hears Legend snort with laughter as well as Four’s muffled cackle. As for the Old Man himself, Time can only laugh at the words, the sound ringing over camp amid startled faces and sudden stares. “A grandfather, huh?”

  “Well,” Wind corrects, smirking that familiar mischievous smirk. “You’ll always be my baby brother, but now you act more like a grandfather most of the time, so it fits.”

  The words confuse most of the others, especially poor Twilight, who looks very lost, but he catches the warm smile shot his way by the captain. It’s the same one from ages ago, that same adoring smile that always made him feel warm and tingly inside with something he couldn’t name. He’s still not able to put a name to it exactly, but he knows now that it's some sort of pleased response. And of course, he knows that because he feels the same way even after all these years.

  “I suppose you’re right,” he muses, staring at the captain with his one good eye and watching that adoring smile turn to something crooked and full of laughter as both Wind and himself stare at the man.

  He can feel Twilight staring, hear Wild sniggering his delight at his own mentor’s confusion. Still, he doesn’t provide answers or spare them, or any of the others, a glance. As Wind said, he’s much older now and he does try and act like an adult, but he's long since understood (although he didn’t during the war) that his mind and body will never quite be in agreement on his age, so he allows the childish part of himself to revel in their confusion and make it worse by neither addressing it nor them.

  It works too.

  “I think,” Warriors puffs, tapping his pipe’s stem against his lips with a smirk that he definitely learned from one of the two of them, “you’re right, Wind. Goodness knows if Time calls me ‘daddy’ anymore it would sound wrong in all sorts of ways.”

  And the mere mention does have quite the effect because all laughter suddenly cuts out as not only Twilight, but Wild also both choke slightly. Hyrule’s cackle is the only thing to be heard in the wake of the statement as Sky and Four both look around at the others with varying shades of confusion.

  “Why would that be weird?” Four asks. “I mean, besides it being Time calling someone ‘daddy’. I mean, I call my dad-”

  Hyrule looks quite like he’s going to explode, he’s laughing so hard. Indeed, the traveler is wrapping his arms around his ribs in an attempt, most likely, to ease the ache in them as he hollers laughter so hard it actually has him tipping out of his seat and down on top of Legend, who’d propped himself against the other’s stone seat while doing his mending. Still, despite likely getting pins all in him, Hyrule continues to laugh, tears pouring down his face.

  “I think you should stop it there, Four.” Legend sighs, nudging the traveler off of his lap with a slight frown. “He’s going to pass out.”

  The childish part of him thinks that would be equally hilarious- Hyrule fainting from laughter- as the smirk on Warriors’ face as he meets Twilight’s very wide and very shocked midnight eyes, but he keeps that to himself.

  “But why is it funny?” Sky asks, blinking innocently because, of course, Sky is absolutely innocent in that sort of way and would have no clue as to why such a thing would make the traveler burst a gut. Honestly, he’s a bit surprised Hyrule knows, and furthermore that Hyrule thinks it’s funny, rather than embarrassing as many people would, but then again it’s Hyrule: he’s almost as full of surprises as Time himself.

  “When you’re older, Sky.” Warriors drawls in answer, chuckling himself.

  At his side, Legend nods, and foists the now hacking for breath traveler into the captain’s lap. “Yeah. Much older.”

  Perfect brows raise in a question that’s shot the vet’s way, one which has Legend, of all people, hurriedly dropping his eyes and turning back to his mending with a particularly intent manner and a slight flush. Behavior that has the captain staring, brows raised and lips twitching into a smile that’s both curious and fully prepared to tease.

  Huh.

  Still looking confused, Sky looks to Wind, who’s currently rolling his eyes at his elders and their nonsense, and asks a question. “So, if Time is the stern grandfather, and Warriors is the dad, Wild is the big sibling and Four and Twilight are also sibling-like, what about the rest of us?”

  Beside a still gaping Twilight, who is still staring at Warriors, still with his mouth open, cheeks furiously red and eyes blank, Wild blinks back to himself and shoots Sky a slight smile. “I think you’re the mom of the group, Sky.”

  “Wrong again!” Wind declares, pointing finger guns at the champion with a smirk. Fortunately, this time it’s more playful than threatening. “Sky is the grandmother.”

  “A grandmother?”

  The sailor nods emphatically. “Yes. Mothers are more stern and they have to look out for you and get after you for things when you mess up. Sky doesn’t do that though, the only time he gets after us is when we hurt ourselves, and the only time he’s ever gotten mad at us is when Wild broke his extremely valuable ancient artifact, which Grandma’s are well known for having.”

  Sky giggles.

  “Besides,” the sailor lists, ticking his fingers as he speaks. “Grandma’s are sweet and gentle, and they love giving people hugs and singing songs for them and making random useful things, like Sky! And they have cool hobbies that most young people don’t have,”

  All eyes flicker to the half-finished carving in the skyloftian’s fingers. Well, all eyes except Time’s own bad one; that one doesn’t do anything.

  “And grandma’s are also really good about being there for people when they’re down and they’re the person you know you can come to with stuff.”

  Crystal blue eyes glitter with something he thinks might be tears before Sky is jumping up and wrapping Wind in a hug that is very enthusiastically returned.

  “He knew that would happen.” Four smirks.

  “That’s why he said it.” Wild sniggers back.

  Wind, with a bit of squirming and standing on his tiptoes, looks over the skyloftian’s shoulder to stick out his tongue at the other two. “I said it because it’s true, actually. The hug is just a benefit of doing so.”

  He doesn’t miss that Sky hugs a bit tighter.

  It makes him smile. Wind is right of course, and no one really dares to question the sailor anyway because if anyone is an expert on grandmas then it would be Wind. That said though, the sailor makes a point.

  Warriors really is his and Wind’s adoptive father, and while things have changed a lot, and he means a lot, since the war, he still respects the man like he did when he was younger. More so, actually, now that he understands better everything the captain had been through, both on behalf of his sons, Hyrule and the princess. But he’s not the only one. 

  Twilight slots almost perfectly into the role of an elder sibling with his boys, providing advice, comfort and supervision, but also a playful presence who’s only too happy to wrestle with Wind and Four or spar with the captain and Wild. Wild himself helps carry the elder sibling duties, but he’s still playful and mischief-filled and has no qualms in wandering off with the other younger ones to create chaos and goof around. In ways, the champion reminds him of Saria, attentive and always sure to make sure the rest of them aren’t hurting or hungry, but also perfectly happy to soak them to the skin for sleeping in late and contrive ways to get them to walk into precariously placed traps set by the champion and the others.

  Four he’s seen less of, the lad being as quiet as he is, but he doesn’t lack that quiet sort of mischief that Time can spot on occasion when the other thinks no one is looking. He likes to share things too, stories and knowledge mostly, and Wind eats it up like Time used to when it had been the sailor sharing his life stories and adventures.

  And Sky, well- Sky’s everything Wind had said. The quiet but kind one who’s always there when they need him, but who doesn’t push anybody if they’re not open to it, and who provides an air of serenity to their quirky rabble.

  “But what about Legend and Hyrule?” Wild asks, and then pauses and turns to Twilight to pop the rancher’s mouth shut again.

  Time has to choke back a laugh lest his boys realize how easily he’s humored. That would be no fun after all, not when they all seem to think he’s a stern and serious leader-type after all. Or well, all of them except Warriors, who knows.

  “Hyrule,” Wind declares, and then pauses, stroking his chin thoughtfully and earning another chuckle from the traveler. There’s a short moment in which nothing is said, Legend continuing his mending but the rest of them waiting eagerly to see what Wind will say. At last however, the sailor is clapping down a fist on his palm and grinning before pointing to the traveler in question. “You’re the weird cousin who appeared out of nowhere but no one wants to go away!”

  Apparently, that’s what it takes to knock the pup back into his own head, because Twilight looks up with a soft frown, seeming a breath away from correcting Wind, but he hasn’t the chance. Hyrule’s face lights up in a bright smile, eyes shining. “I’m the weird cousin?”

  Wind nods.

  Still lying across both Legend and Warriors, Hyrule pumps his fists slightly with a grin. Apparently being a weird cousin is better than he was hoping for, which Time isn’t sure if he should worry about or just smile at.

  “We don’t know much about you,” Wind explains, “but you’re also really cool and talented, but we find out only at random times. You’re like the family cryptid! Sort of.”

  Hyrule’s eyes are positively alight.

  Well, even though Twilight looks even more displeased, Time smiles. Hyrule’s happy, so he won’t try and make Wind rethink. After all, the sailor had declared most of them to be brothers, so he supposes that’s why Twilight’s upset, but the sailor’s apparently chosen something that makes the other very happy indeed, and based on the sing-song whisper of ‘I’m a cryptid!” he’s pretty sure Hyrule couldn’t be happier.

  Cryptids really are very cool.

  “And Legend?” Warrior repeats, nodding his head towards the vet beside him, who’s apparently left the conversation altogether based on the furrow of his brows as he plucks away at a mess of threads, glasses teetering at the end of his nose and ears pinned back and away in irritation.

  Legend really is out of it too, because when Warriors reaches over to push up the other’s glasses for him, the vet’s ears don’t even flick in response. Instead, nimble fingers continue to pluck away at a mess of thread as something irritated slips out of the other’s mouth in the Sheikah tongue.

  He only knows it’s Sheikah because he’s pretty sure he’d heard Sheik say the same thing once when his harp’s string was broken, but it’s a clear memory so he’s rather certain he’s correct.

  Across camp, Wind smiles, not taking even a second as he shrugs and plops back down into his seat, or rather, into Sky’s lap, and motions vaguely in the veteran’s direction. “Oh, Legend’s the mom.”

  There’s another soft curse, but when he looks over Legend is simply scowling at his thread, now snapped, and puffing out his cheeks in a huff that makes Warriors laugh.

  The rest of the group is not so quiet though.

  “The mom?”

  The pup frowns. “But Legend isn’t a woman.”

  “And Sky isn’t a woman, but you all didn’t protest his being the grandmother.” Four points out. “Besides,” the smithy settles further in place, leaning back to stare at them all with cocked brows, “none of you actually asked what our genders are, so for all you know, Legend is a woman. I mean, the vet does wear skirts all the time.”

  “Which doesn’t indicate being a woman.” Wild protests, brows also furrowing as he leans a bit closer to the other, a clear indicator that this is something he feels strongly about. “Guys can wear skirts too, y’know.”

  “Oh, I know,” the smithy soothes, raising both hands placatingly, “but they also indicate a preference towards traditionally feminine things.”

  Wild frowns, but then both he and, well, almost all of the others shoot a look towards the vet. The vet who happens to, at that moment, grin in triumph as he finally de-tangles his thread. The smile is kinda pretty actually, and Legend is too, when he isn’t scowling like normal.

  “Well,” the champion admits, shrugging, “he is pretty effeminate.”

  “Hence why people think he’s our mom.” Wind snorts, and when did that ever happen? Did it happen? But it must have because Four is suddenly very still and very much glaring at Wind. Wind who, with a shit-eating grin above all shit-eating grins, meets the stare and taunts, “Violet.”

  In the most even voice imaginable, Four grates out, “Wind, I’m going to kill you.”

  Wild is sniggering and Hyrule has gone right back to laughing while Twilight looks caught somewhere between flushing and sniggering. Time, however, is lost. That is, he is, but then-

  “Mooooom! Four’s threatening to kill me!” Wind is grinning as he says it, maintaining eye-contact with Four and giggling, and Warriors is shaking his head and returning to puffing on his pipe and Four is jumping up and then- and then-

  “Well what did you do to him?”

  Legend’s voice is steady and unbothered as the veteran continues his sewing, bringing his thread to his teeth to bite it off and finish the sailor’s new tunic.

  The whole camp pauses, glances flying, one more, to an entirely oblivious Legend.

  “I swear I said that as a joke.” Wind breathes, eyes dancing with unreleased laughter while Four pauses his pounce on the other.

  The pipe is removed again, the captain raising a brow. “You gonna answer him, Tune?”

  And then violet eyes lift and Wind pauses, smile turning nervous as he shrinks back against Sky. “Um, I just called you ‘mom’?”

  “Not for the first time.” Four grumbles.

  Legend’s scowl is near terrifying. “Except this time it doesn’t make everyone think Wars and I are married.”

  And that makes him start because people think Legend is married to Warriors? Since when and why and how? That is his adoptive father and….whatever Legend is.

  Hyrule’s laughter increases and Four looks like he wants to die. Warriors, at the vet’s side, huffs deeply. “Not that your little display at Lana didn’t cement that thought for my world. Or the thing with the soldiers, or- well,” and the man motions to Four, who sends some very rude signs back at the captain in response.

  Legend scowls, stabbing his needle into a pincushion with a huff. “I’d correct them, but they won’t listen and it makes you look bad.”

  Warriors sighs. “You have no idea. Thank you, I’d rather be thought married then a bad husband.”

  “What are you talking about?” He has to ask, and he’s met with a dozen different expressions despite only eight people being present. Warriors looks resigned, Wind apologetic, Four both murderous, flushed with embarrassment and also, exhausted. Legend is clearly frustrated and embarrassed, and the other boys in varying states of amusement. 

  “Well-”

  “You’re grounded.” Legend huffs.

  “But you aren’t my parent!” Wind protests.

  “This isn’t the first time you’ve called him mom,” Warriors argues, motioning towards the sailor with his pipe, “he may as well be at this point.”

  Wind curses.

  Hyrule opens his mouth, hopefully to answer, but he too is quieted with a look from the veteran that earns a sheepish smile as the other flops back against Warriors, and the captain takes that as a cue to start playing with the travelers hair.

  In a final, desperate hope, Time turns to Warriors, knowing the man usually can answer what questions other people can’t, but the other just shakes his head, averting his eyes with an exhausted huff that earns him a nudge from the vet. In turn, that earns a smile from Warriors, and between them Hyrule hums.

  So he turns to Twilight, who just looks away with a heavily embarrassed flush that has a hint of shame to it, considering how his ears droop.

  Wild, however, his cub, his new favorite child, winks at him and signs “later”.

  “Why is Legend the mom?” Sky asks, pulling Wind back down into his lap again and continuing the previous conversation as if it hadn’t spiraled off a while ago.

  “Well….” Wind gnaws his lip, but when neither Legend nor Warriors shoot him a warning look, the sailor answers. “Because, he is all those things I said you weren’t. He’s the stern one who makes sure we behave, and he gets on us when we don’t. But when Time starts getting too harsh, Legend’s the one that softens things.”

  They all nod, even himself. He’d noticed it too, how the vet’s snark and sass tended to appear most when tensions were high and either he or someone else has said something potentially hurtful or harsh. It’s a blessing really, and Malon has pointed out to him a few times that if his boys weren’t covering his back like that, he’d likely have distanced himself too far from them to connect any longer. He’s trying to work on that, because he doesn’t want to lose them on account of his behavior or treatment of them, but it’s a difficult path and the only reason he’s still on it is because of those who help cover him, like Legend and Warriors.

  “Legend also does all the typical mom stuff.” Wind continues, entirely unaware of his thoughts. “He does the bargaining and shopping, the laundry washing and all the mending. When we travel, he’s always doing a head-count to make sure we’re all there and if we aren’t he has us stop to go get the others- which Twilight does too! But Twilight only does it with Wild.”

  “Wild is a lot to keep an eye on.” The rancher defends, but he’s smiling, ruffling the cub’s hair as he speaks, so it’s clear he takes no offense at the words.

  Across camp from the two, the vet and captain nod in sinc, both sighing.

  “I’m not that bad!” Wild protests, but the looks of the others assure that yes, he is very much a handful, but they also love him so they’re willing to put up with it. The champion sighs, pouting just a bit as he flops against his mentor, but the rancher tweaking his ear affectionately seems to soothe him a bit.

  “Also,” Wind continues, grinning at the duo, “Legend does that thing where half the time he’s grumbling at you it’s actually because he’s worried.”

  “Right?”

  “Hyrule you traitor.” The vet hisses, nudging the youngster in his lap.

  “And then there’s the pet names.” Four chuckles, simile saying he knows exactly what he’s doing.

  “And the fact he’s always got just what you need at any given time in his bag.”

  “Or can make it.”

  “Or-”

  “Point taken.” Legend huffs, loudly, “no more explanation needed.”

  “So you agree?” Wind asks, grinning.

  The vet rolls his eyes. “If you want to call me mom, that’s your business, but it’s late, I’m tired, and if you want that new tunic you’re going to go to bed because we have a long way to go in the morning and no one wants to have to carry you because you didn’t sleep.”

  “Yes mom.”

  The vet just rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling a bit too.

  They settle down after that, appointing watch and saying their goodnights. Legend and Warriors take the first watch together, the vet doing a quick once over of the camp while Warriors checks their perimeter.

  Later, in three hours, the two wake himself and Wild for the dead-man’s shift and then slip off to their bedrolls to sleep. It takes a moment, but they settle eventually and when at last both appear to have drifted off, Wild turns to him with a smile befitting of his name, softly shining blue eyes twinkling all the brighter in the darkness. “Okay, so here’s why people think Legend is Wind and Four’s mom…”  

[shinelikethunder]

SPN Brain Rot Tasting Menu

this is not a viewing guide. (the only SPN viewing guide i'll sign off on is "bomb your way through the first 3 to 5 seasons in order, then decide whether you want to watch the direct-to-VHS sequel eras.") this is a "someone near you caught SPN brain rot and you're trying to decide whether to join them in hell" tasting menu, based on what piqued my personal interest when i was still on the fence about continuing with the show.

criteria: basically, "ideal episodes to catch by wandering through the room with no context while a roommate is watching SPN." so, skewed towards self-contained, less-spoilery, solid episodes that don't make me want to fistfight them in the denny's parking lot, but did made something in my subconscious sit up like it had been slapped.

okay, shine, what the fuck is this show's deal: 2x16 Roadkill. god's perfect little self-contained one-off ep. nothing spectacular, just a solidly-executed ghost story set on a lonely mountain highway. fairly representative of how SPN monster-of-the-week episodes roll, requires zero prior investment in the characters to be good, and i'm fond of it because this is basically the point where i buckled in and committed to watching the rest of the show. but also, quietly, almost covertly, a thesis statement for some of the core underpinnings of the whole thing.

shut up and give me the sickos-haha-yes.jpg: 1x06 Skin. what if you thought you were in an X-File but ended up getting erotically tortured by a shapeshifter in the guise of your codependent brother? what if you fuckers were so repressed that this was the only way the show could bring itself to air the dirty laundry of your sibling dynamics. what if the monster was all the parts of yourself you could never quite bury deep enough. what then, huh.

tell me more about the childhood trauma AND/OR c'mon gimme more sick shit: 1x18 Something Wicked. still obsessed with how fractally disturbing this episode is. there's a monster that preys on children at night in their beds and the only way to stop it is to catch it in the act. if SPN were a show with anything to say about morality it could eat itself alive chewing on the question of using children as predator bait, but it's not. it's a show about The Horrors + the shit that couldn't be buried deep enough + family as the first and most inescapable hell + the ways it intertwines damage with salvation. also there's lots of Winchester family flashback content in this one if you want to get invested in these assholes and their daddy issues.

under the cut: duos and trios of episodes on specific themes, including some spoilery ones

fine, get me invested in these assholes and their daddy issues (low-spoiler Lite Edition) AND/OR gimme those Americana aesthetics: 1x11 Scarecrow + 1x12 Faith + 1x16 Shadow. 1x11: SPN does "small town that sacrifices people to the harvest gods" and the brothers have their first big fight (guess who precipitates it). 1x12: SPN does "faith healer with some shit going on" and we get our first go-round with both Sam's belief in a higher power and Dean cheating Totally Certain Death No For Serious You Guys. 1x16: SPN starts in on the relentless pilfering of world mythology and the construction of its own demon lore, and we finally get to meet dad in person, which will exacerbate the mental illness of zero overly-enmeshed twenty-somethings.

(early SPN demon lore fucks incredibly hard, btw, and goes some creepy-ass Twin Peaks places towards the end of the season, which the show later doubles down on just when demonic possession is at risk of devolving into a plot device. this doesn't prevent it from devolving into a plot device, but it does retroactively justify some wild gothic-horror readings of s1.)

the I DON'T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS AND I'M FINE GOING IN WITHOUT CONTEXT menu

get me invested in these assholes and their daddy issues (spoiler-tastic speedrun): 2x08 Crossroad Blues (+ 2x11 Playthings) + 2x14 Born Under a Bad Sign. 2x08: a banger of an episode based on some classic "earthly success by selling your soul at a crossroads" folklore; gains twelve extra layers of crazymaking if you end up finishing the season. 2x11 (optional): a "haunted gothic mansion" monster of the week with some fun stuff between Extremely Normal Siblings. 2x14: more quality sickos-yes content a la 1x06 Skin, with a "woke up covered in someone else's blood with no memory of the past week" setup that goes even further off the rails from there.

i want to study Dean Winchester like a bug: 2x18 Hollywood Babylon + 2x19 Folsom Prison Blues + 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me. no comment. no fucking comment. don't look at me. we're not going to talk about it.

ok but tell me about the angel content: 2x13 Houses of the Holy + 4x01 Lazarus Rising. you HAVE to get down in the crunchy details of how SPN has been treating the entire concept of god and angels to get the full effect of 4x01, which is one of the show's banger episodes of all time. 2x13 is great, self-contained, and surprisingly low on spoilers, but 4x01 of course contains massive ones for season 3, my stealth favorite of all SPN seasons.

people keep talking about SPN's goofy and/or meta episodes, what's that about?: 3x11 Mystery Spot + 4x18 The Monster at the End of This Book. both casually spoilery. 3x11 is the beloved "yesterday was Tuesday, but today is Tuesday too" time loop episode where Sam watches Dean die approximately 8908234 times (and then shit gets dark). the arc-plotty parts of 4x18 require head-spinning amounts of context, but this is the one where the show exists in-universe as a series of trashy pulp novels by a guy named Chuck, and it flies impressively close to the sun of some kind of meta-storytelling singularity.

i am a masochist who loves fun side characters whom the show will end up mistreating horribly: 3x12 Jus in Bello. contains all three of my problematic(ally treated) faves: Bela Talbot, a shameless con artist and dealer in supernatural artifacts who's just enough of a Dean parallel to drive him batshit cuckoo-bananas insane with hatred for her; Victor Henriksen, the cocky ambitious FBI agent assigned to investigate the Winchesters' multi-state crime spree; and Ruby, a demon who shows up claiming to be a defector from hell and tries to befriend Sam. this is SUCH a well-constructed base-under-siege ep with SO many moving parts, forcing Henriksen and the Winchesters and eventually Ruby into a great reluctant team-up. it's also my big exception to "no recommending episodes that blow my socks off AND make me want to hunt the writers for sport." mostly because its Big Bullshit is an unnecessary sucker-punch inserted after the main plot wraps up, so i can just cross it out with my mental red pen and go "it's fine, they're lying, all my faves are alive and well and in witness protection." if you've made it this far, you need a warning shot anyway about what this show is going to do to you.

notable omissions that also rot my brain like a compost heap: the last 3 eps of s1 for being best viewed with a whole season's worth of intricate rituals as context; fully half of s4 for being incomprehensible without a ten-minute spoiler reel; 2x17, 3x06, and all the Gordon eps, among others, for being simultaneously incredible and enraging. (notable omissions that are important and have their moments but put me off watching the show for over a decade: the pilot and its 2-for-1 special on women in refrigerators.) do NOT @ me for leaving out other Core Brainrot Episodes. i laid out my criteria already.

[nameless-shrimp]

(𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒) 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 — RINDOU HAITANI ♡

↳ PAIRING: (Bonten! Timeskip!) Rindou Haitani x F! Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 3.6k

↳ WARNINGS: no spoilers, heavy swearing, fluff/domestic sweetness, Rindou is a cutie here, mentions of baby talk and having a future family, lots of adorable content, heavy grammar errors, slight crack/humor

↳ SYNOPSIS: Rindou believes that you want to have a child with him, and it takes him some time to process the hints.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: i was gone for like two weeks but i lowkey wrote this on the down low. this wasn't meant to be poetic, it's supposed to be cute and happy and i hope it makes you smile, honestly <3 take care of yourself, and yes, it's christmas themed, sorry not sorry

Music blaring from the rented out bowling alley, where the slips of shoes tapped along the polished floor. Mikey specifically stated to the workers that the place would be in top shape; freshly mopped much for his childish members to enjoy the little bits of life where—for once—no speck of blood would shatter across the walls. Rather so, the only hints of crimson would be the sweetly wrapped mistletoes and red ribbons decorating the entire windows.

“Sanzu, watch it,” Kokonoi quipped, gripping on the orange bowling ball. “Act like a fucking maniac and you just might slip on your bowling shoes, somehow.”

Mikey tied his shoes, taiyaki deep within his mouth. “Cahn yew pwease naht?”

Ran chuckled, murmuring into his drink. “Repeat that, boss.”

Shaking his head, platinum hair shining beneath the yellow hues, Mikey took out his treat before sighing. “Kokonoi rented out the place to have a good time. Don’t fuck this up. Just have fun.”

Sanzu cried out a laugh, placing a palm on his forehead. “Miiikey, are you saying the way we kill the rats in our organization is not fun? I tend to have a pleasant time.”

“Oi,” Kakucho called out. “Sanzu, would you please roll the ball? S’been your turn for quite some time.”

Rindou watched the events played out—where Sanzu laughed in a manically manner when his ball ended up in the gutter, Ran eyeing his every movements only to cause the younger brother to fidget, and Kokonoi being the stubborn ass he was to keep his dangling jewelry on despite the possibility of them flying off. Such moments were rare; he believed he should’ve paid more attention to the current present, though his eyes trailed along the tinges of gold ribbons wrapped around the arm rest.

His exhausted eyes were fading into nothing but the shimmer, only to have him trail back to the memories of where you’d talk about the most shocking topic to his ears: a baby.

Let alone, you discussed different pacifiers and clothes for a baby to wear, not showing a care to his shocked state at the time. (With the empty milk carton in his hand, and the filled-up cereal in his bowl, he only stared at you in awe before you bid your farewell to the shared bedroom.)

A deer in the headlights, he was. And Rindou desperately eyed your phone contact, debating if he should’ve cried out how crazy the idea of a baby talk was. Nonetheless, his heart pounded uncontrollably; as if the screams of the traitors in Bonten weren’t meant to frighten his spirit, but—a baby? Rindou felt his knees quiver at the thought.

“Something’s wrong,” Mikey perked up, causing Rindou’s eyes to widen. “You don’t wanna play.”

“Huh?” Rindou’s eyes rolled. “M’not in the mood.”

“I asked to rent out the whole bowling alley for all of us,” Mikey said, wiping his lips covered in crumbs. “At least get a drink or something.”

“Not feeling it.”

“Dearest brother,” Rindou groaned underneath his breath at Ran’s voice, where the older sibling threw his palms on the younger one’s shoulders, causing Rindou to duck his head further into his lap. “Trouble in paradise with dearest Y/N, I have a hunch, yeah?”

“What’d you do now?” Mikey murmured, eyes squinting at the scoreboard above them.

Rindou looked up after shooting a glare at Ran, raising a brow. Sanzu was ahead of them all. ‘How the fuck?’ he thought.

“I didn’t do anything,” Rindou argued, rubbing his nose. “Quit thinkin’ I always do something wrong in my relationship.”

“Okay, then what’s wrong?” Mikey asked, rolling his head back.

“Nothing.”

“Smell that?” Ran grinned cheekily, tapping Rindou’s nose before he jumped away from the younger brother’s slap. “I smell bullshit. You got everyone here cornered in your thoughts. You have no choice but to spill, lil’ bro.”

“We aren’t thirteen anymore, you fuck.”

Mikey blinked. “Ran still called you that when you were—”

“Can everyone, like, shut the hell up and leave me alone?” Rindou quipped, standing up before grabbing onto the sky blue bowling ball Sanzu cheerfully handed to him. Kokonoi watched in amusement, sitting next to Kakucho, who they both sent displeased looks at the scoreboard of Sanzu—miraculously—beating everyone with him in the lead.

Rindou’s hands shook, where he stared at the ball in his hand and his mind wandered to an uncomfortable paradise of seeing you in front of him, going on about buying new clothes for a newborn and toys for a child to play with. ‘Fucking hell,’ he swore mentally, shaking his head. His life wasn’t suited for a child—no way. As if Rindou was prepared to hold the responsibility of a younger one with his criminal occupation, yet. It could work—perhaps, sure. Maybe. ‘Shit, shit, shit—’

“Rin, you going or what, man?” Kakucho asked, raising his brows.

“M’going, damn,” Rindou’s lips perked in annoyance. “You guys are impatient today, huh?”

“How about you just say what’s on your mind for once?” Kokonoi chuckled, resting his head against his palm.

Rindou turned around, scrunching his nose, eyeing a very witty Ran beneath the bowling chairs, who sucked on his straw like the innocent bastard he was. Closing his eyes, Rindou looked down, clutching onto the bowling ball.

“Baby.”

The members gawked at him in uncertainty. “Come again?” Sanzu stared at him, lips parted.

Rindou growled underneath his breath. “Y/N… wants a baby.”

Dead silence. The room was sucked into an infinite void of nothing but pitter-patter of the workers staying away from them in the background. And at one point, like that, Sanzu let out a boisterous laugh; a man indulging himself in nothing but fine entertainment right on the tip of his nose. And Ran chucked a palm to his mouth, clearly standing up with delicate amusement twinkling his eyes.

“No fucking way,” Kokonoi laughed, slapping a palm to his knee. “You gon’ knock her up?”

“Shut it,” Rindou gritted his teeth.

“M’gonna be the best uncle for you, lil’ bro, just wait,” Ran declared, reaching for his box of cigarettes in his back pocket. “Gonna spoil your little brat with toys and shit.”

“I’ll make that future kid of yours watch what I do,” Sanzu grinned, turning away to walk to Ran so he could steal a cigarette. “Gotta keep ‘em entertained.”

“You’re serious?” Mikey blinked, eyes digging deep into Rindou’s hollow stare.

“You guys won’t shut it, huh?” Rindou sighed deeply, debating on throwing the bowling ball to the ceiling in the urge of releasing his frustration. “Conversation’s done.”

“Oh,” Sanzu pouted. “Can’t end it there, pretty boy.”

Ran snickered in mirth. “He’s right, Rin. Can’t spill news like that and expect us not to say some shit about it.”

“Did she like—tell you or something?” Kakucho asked, tilting his head.

Rindou bit his bottom lip. “No, she hinted at it.”

“How so?”

“Out of nowhere, at like fucking three AM last night, she talked about buying baby clothes and all these toys,” Rindou groaned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I was too shocked to say anything. And then she just went to bed without saying another word.”

Mikey raised a brow. “You didn’t talk about it to her this morning?”

Rindou shook his head. “No, boss. Couldn’t. Said she needed to run to the baby store to look at some stuff since apparently some bibs were on sale.”

“So, why are you so worked up?”

“Why?” Rindou retorted, careful to watch his tone with his boss. “M’not suited enough for the baby shit. It’s too dangerous for a child.”

“Okay,” Mikey said, dangling his feet on the chair. “But Y/N wants a baby. Do you?”

“I mean... I’m not opposed to it.”

“I see, ‘kay,” Kokonoi snorted, fighting back an eye roll. “Why’re you bitchin’ about it then?”

“I am not,” Rindou snapped, furrowing his eyebrows before shaking his head. “Do you see the shit we do? Ran tried to kiss me with blood all over his face after the last guy we took out—do you really think a child is suited for my job?”

Kakucho grunted, biting into his cigarette before shaking his head—mind wandering into no damns given throughout his tousled brain. “Y/N loves you, even through everything you’ve done and she knows what you do.”

Ran snickered, twirling his tongue around the straw before throwing his head back. “Everyone knows you’d give Y/N the entire world.”

Mikey sighed while eyeing the scoreboard. “Just talk to her.”

Rindou nodded. Truly, he knew he was a man capable of his words. Wanting to sacrifice everything even if it meant for the smallest bits of your happiness to crack through the peeps of his eyes. At least, a meaningful conversation about his future child wouldn’t hurt, much from what he anticipated.

The clank of bowling pins clattered from a distance, where Rindou’s eyes widened in discomfort once Sanzu hit another careless strike, and he clapped his hands merrily in front of the others.

Jaw-dropped, Kokonoi scoffed. “You serious, Sanzu? It was Rin’s turn.”

Sanzu grinned; scars prominent on each end of his lips. “It’s a turkey.”

“A what?”

“We are bowling, you dumb fuck. Do you not know what a turkey is?”

Rindou blocked the meaningless conversation out of his head, where he dragged his feet across the polished floor, and he nearly fell into the bench. Ran clicked close to his side, chuckling while Rindou quivered from his older brother’s nose pokes.

“You gonna tell her, right, baby bro?”

Rindou scoffed, waving Ran’s hand away. “Please. Can you not?” He quipped, rubbing his eyes, only hoping that an undesirable headache wasn’t peeking in. “M’gonna talk to her tonight or tomorrow. As soon as possible, at least.”

Kokonoi whistled, snapping his fingers. “Good,” he said, lips soon pursing into a greedy grin. “‘Cause I’ll spoil the shit out of your kid, Rin. M’gon’ be the best damn uncle!”

Sanzu laughed—the heavy patter of bowling pins falling to the floor echoed once more. “Ha! I’ll have another fucking turkey soon!”

“Enough with your gobble, gobble shit!”

Rindou attempted to keep his thoughts in a gentle ease; a wave slowly dragging itself to the shore. Though, at night, and throughout the Bonten meetings, his legs shook at the thought of having a child with you. Such a big commitment, only to have his heart jump in nothing but excitement and adrenaline highs of picturing a perfect family with you.

Although, he couldn’t keep his anxiety tucked away easily. Alas, a wave was bound to get stronger, heavier—and bigger.

Metal bowl doused with ingredients, such as green onions and carrots. Rindou stared down at his hands, covered with sesame oil and vegetables—and the brief humming of your voice fading out into the background. Dumplings. At least, you wanted to eat some for the night, and Rindou figured he’d offer to help prepare them before steaming them to a perfect pitch, only to settle into the mood of the big talk.

‘A baby… with me?’ He thought, eyes wandering into the feverish green in the bowl. At one point, the sweetness of your voice mellowed down to a foggy haze. Rindou kept his thoughts lost—especially on the topic, mostly because was he ready? A man old enough around his age was capable of much more, let alone, a child. But with his occupation, and Ran’s asshole schenagians—was a baby possible in his life?

“Rin?”

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he gulped. An innocent smile appeared on his lips, where you pecked him once before trailing back to the sink.

“Hey, baby, I—uh,” Rindou spoke, looking back before darting his eyes into the bowl.

“Yeah?” You called out from behind; water splashing in the background.

“Um, ‘was gonna talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” You responded. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Not at all, angel—uh,” Rindou bit his bottom lip to prevent it from quivering. “S’gonna sound kinda weird and out of nowhere.”

His eyes widened when his lap started to feel moist from your hands drizzled in bits of water, and Rindou gazed down at the vegetables mixed around his fingers, only to have you chuckle against his back. Citrus scent easing into your voice; a tone so seraphic only meant for him to bear witness on the most casual domestic days.

“You can always talk to me, Rin,” he felt your lips curve into a smile as you giggled from behind. He mentally thanked himself for keeping his hair at a longer length—only to have you not catch a glimpse of the redness itching his skin. “I love you, and I will always want to talk everything out with you.”

‘So fucking kind, I don’t deserve you.’

“Ah, so um,” Rindou gulped. “You went out to buy bibs the other day, right? How’d that go?”

“Well, I got some toys and bibs,” you said casually, he felt your shoulders shake. “Kind of went with what I think would’ve been best for me, you know?”

‘For… you?’

Rindou’s teeth gritted; the truth had already been dropped from that subtle hint. So, he cleared his throat, while fighting back a lip bite. “Think of any baby names?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well, no… not really?”

Your tone sounded off to him, almost as if the conversation was too dumb to even fall into play. No matter. And Rindou sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “Let’s go out on a date this weekend.”

Your grip around his waist loosened. “That’s random. What’s the occasion?”

“What?” He snickered. “Can’t I take my beautiful and charming woman out on a date? Especially since the streets are covered with Christmas lights now. Might as well take a walk and go shopping.”

You giggled loudly, keeping Rindou’s heart blessed with nothing but laughs filled with purity.

“Well, I won’t refuse that offer!”

Ran always spoke to Rindou about opening up his emotions, where Rindou had grown more comfortable in doing so knowing that he found you to be his perfect match. The one that was frolicking along the fields in his heart—also the one that always took care of his wounds every time he came home like a soldier surviving a battle. Never did he picture having a family with you right away, even before he could fiddle a ring around your finger.

As time eased on, Rindou found himself looking at more articles about becoming a father and different sales at the nearest stores about baby items. The idea slowly grew into his head—nothing but his future child and you, soon to be his wife, could ever keep him separated from this world. ‘My own family,’ he’d think, where Ran cheered on about becoming an uncle right at the tip of his nose.

Throughout the streets, Rindou purposefully took you to the nearest stores, only to have you glance at nothing but decorated Christmas trees and fake presents laid out for the purpose of ornamented interior. He’d drag you along the baby aisles, casually whistling at the colored t-shirts.

(He really enjoyed the “daddy’s favorite” shirt, but he didn’t say anything about it.)

“Come with me, love,” Rindou chuckled, grabbing your hand before you could protest his weird outbursts of baby fever. Both of you walked further into the streets; Christmas carols echoing through the outside speakers along with the flickering lights of sweet yellows from up above. The snow trickled down; Rindou felt more at ease each second that passed by.

Childishly, he ran up the stairs before grabbing ahold of your waist to pull you up. Your laughter rang his ears, only to have him blur out you calling out his name in his mind. Rindou became distracted, watching the gigantic Christmas tree that stood in the middle of the empty park—what was once green on the ground now dusted to a white blanket.

“Oh, wow,” you smiled, looking up. “It’s so beautiful…”

“Just like you,” he smiled, placing his hands on your ears. “You’re cold.”

“Oh, really? Didn’t think I was.”

“Such sass, damn,” Rindou chuckled, keeping his hands tucked on your ears. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.”

“Ah,” your eyes rolled. “My Prince Charming.”

“Damn right.”

Rindou took note of your happiness, always debating on putting his own right before yours first. Not that he wanted a lot for Christmas, with the upcoming holiday blasting the music throughout the streets and the windows were covered with dangling lights of reds and greens. Much more than he realized, with one shared glance at you, Rindou found it in his heart to acknowledge a warmer embrace rather than the bittersweet cold.

You looked up at the Christmas tree, twinkling in the dark underneath the kisses of snow trailing from the navy sky. Quickly, he threw his arms around your waist, ducking his forehead to your shoulder. Not even wanting to kiss for snow—only hoping that he’d keep your presence underneath his own mistletoe at all times, throughout the year; smile beaming in nothing but enchantment.

“Baby,” he murmured, causing you to look at him. Eyes widening in holiday purity. And Rindou smiled, keeping his fingers trailing along your cold cheek—tips of his fingers covering with harsh frost. “Whatever you want this year, I’ll give it to you, ‘kay?”

You grinned, closing your eyes. “It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re with me. That’s all I want for Christmas.”

He blinked, chuckling at your words. Always so divine with the fluidity of your tone—it never failed to catch him at a lovestruck gaze. “You’re sweet, love, but I’m ready,” Rindou gulped, rubbing his hands on your back.

Blinking, your head tilted. “Ready… for?”

He sucked in a breath. “A baby.”

You blinked again, lips parting. Rindou grinned, feeling the high rush of excitement take him by the knees. But then your face faltered into nothing but bliss—rather so, you stared at him blankly, jaw-dropping from the impact of the given bombshell that came out of his words.

“Ah… what?”

Rindou’s eyes enlarged. “A baby. You and me. We’ll have a family togeth—”

“I heard you, but—” your teeth gritted, causing you to nervously chuckle with a hand scratching the back of your neck. “Are you serious?”

“With you, of course. You’d be the best mo—”

“Rindou,” you quipped, gripping his shoulders. “What?!”

This reaction was not what he expected. In hopes of seeing your sweet smile glisten underneath the Christmas lights have vanished into nothing but a face devoid of color and a, rather, prostrated gaze in return to his words.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Wait—did you not want a baby?”

“Wh—no?!” You forced out an awkward laugh. “I never told you I wanted one, did I?”

“No, but—but, hold on,” Rindou held up an index finger, attempting to catch his breath. He nearly tripped underneath the snow building up near his feet. “What was all that baby talk you had before? And looking at all the bibs, pacifi—”

“Oh,” you blinked. “My friend recently announced her pregnancy, so I’ve just been trying to find the best gifts for her when everything’s on sale right now.”

Rindou stared at you.

‘You couldn’t… have said that to begin with…?’

“Wait… so you don’t…”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, slapping your forehead shamefully. “I—I should’ve told you that. I must’ve gotten you freaked out and all that, huh?”

Rindou rubbed his eyes, keeping his head down. “No, it’s just—I was kind of looking forward to having a—a baby, yeah?”

Your lips tightened. “Rin, we’re not even married yet.”

“I know, but I thought you—” Rindou stopped himself before shaking his head, slowly throwing his arms around your neck as he exhaled deeply; hands shaking unsteadily. “I just want to let you know that I want a family with you.”

Slowly, your arms wrapped around his body cautiously. “Really?”

“Yes, baby,” he grinned, closing his eyes happily. “Doesn’t have to be now, but—I want a family with you eventually.”

You sighed. “I’d be a good mom?”

“The best mom,” Rindou laughed. “Ran’s gon’ be the “best uncle”, he said. Koko too; promised toys and all that. Even Mikey looked happy—told him that he’d get to play with my future kid. Haven’t seen him smile like that in a while.”

With your heart drifting away in bliss, your nose buried itself further into his chest. Rindou took note of your physical reaction, only to have his arms tighten around you before he threw an arm behind his back, fiddling his fingers into one of his pockets.

“A family, huh?” You chuckled, where Rindou placed his lips on your forehead.

“Only with you, angel, of course,” he responded, eyes fluttering to a close; sweet nothings flowing out from his lips. “Gonna have to marry you soon, then.”

“Ah,” you smiled. “I wonder when that will be.”

It was all a good feeling, especially for Rindou. The cheerful antics of his future visits to Ran’s house with his child holding his hand by his side, along with Rindou’s giddy smile whenever he’d share a glance with his baby. And the time of year couldn’t have been more endearing, though the news had been misunderstood, at least he recognized his worth for a short while.

Rindou grinned happily, letting out a laugh before dipping his forehead into your shoulder.

With happiness bound to be on the way, at least you remained to be close to his side.

Only to keep his excitement on edge—with a bliss of silver shuffling around his fingers.

“Very soon, my love.”

tags: @spoofybun @sonder-paradise @duckiichan @nullified-kiss @ravenina14 @3-am-depression @manjirose @feralfordazai

[obeiii-mee]

MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

[babu-haitani]

I saw the request is open, can i request Mikey x Fem!Reader? I want to see Mikey reaction when his crush (the reader) answer Emma question of who will she date in Toman, and the reader bluntly answer Mitsuya, without even blushing or hesistating, like she answer a fact. But the reader does not love Mitsuya, she just RATIONALLY LOGICALLY think he is a good boyfriend material candidate. The reader and Mikey have a crush on each other, but the reader is oblivious and hide her feeling for Mikey. Happy ending (Mikey and Reader end up together) but i want to see the chaos that will happen there. Please make it as chaotic as possible.

I enjoyed writing this one!! this was so fun to write! <3

P.S let's all imagine that none of the bad stuff ever happened, like everyone is there, COMPLETE and HAPPY!

Platonic - Romantic (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Mikey x FEM! Reader

P.S Characters are Highschool Students (16-17)

MANJIRO SANO (MIKEY)

You and Emma were classmates back then in middle school, ended up becoming friends then Best friends ti'll you guys reached Highschool. Since you and her are bestfriends, you get to meet Mikey. His older brother which turned out to be the guy you started liking. You and Mikey are completely oblivous towards each others feelings, Emma knows Mikey likes you but she doesn;t have a slightest clue if you like him back since you were really good at hiding secrets. Today is the day where she will find out.

You and the rest of Toman Leaders and Vice-Leaders along with Hina and Emma were hanging out at the Sano household. Mikey and Emma called everyone to come and hangout but surprise surprise...this two didn't plan anything fun to do.

"So you're telling me...You both called all of us out here and didn't plan on what to do?..." Draken scolded the Sano siblings who were both pouting because Draken made them kneel.

"We just wanted to hangout with you guys!!" Emma whined. Draken then took a long and deep sigh.

"Draken, It's fine...stop scolding the two..." Mitsuya chuckled as he patted Draken's back. The two sano's looked at Mitsuya with teary-eyes and hugged his legs.

"Thank you, MAMA MITSUYA!!!" Mikey whined as he clenches onto Mitsuya's legs.

"So...what should we all do?" Chifuyu asked as he looked around.

It was now silent, all of you started staring at each other then Hina slowly raised her hand.

"Maybe we can play party games?...like Truth or Dare, cards or Board games..." She suggested shyly. You looked at everyone who was beaming with joy at Hina's suggestion.

"Who's down to play Truth or Dare!!?" Baji yelled as he flashed his canine smile.

Everyone except Mucho and Sanzu didn't raised their hands.

"Eh? Mucho? Sanzu? you guys aren't joining?" Kazutora asked. The two just nodded, grabbing the cards they raised it. Indicating that they want to play cards instead. After leaving the two leaders of the 5th Division to play cards all of you formed a circle and placed a glass bottle in the middle.

"Everyone knows the rules for T or D right?" Smiley asked, to which everyone nodded. Smiley spinned the bottle and it landed on Hakkai, Hakkai's eyes widened.

"Me?! right of the bat?!" He whined.

"No backsies!" Angry scolded Hakkai, to which he just rolled his eyes at Angry

"I wasn't gonna back out! anyways...I pick Dare?" Hakkai said.

"Wow! Hakkai's being bold for picking Dare!" Mikey teased Hakkai, everyone in the room started smiling.

"Okay! I dare Hakkai to...speak like a girl during the whole game!" Smiley dared Hakkai. Hakkai started complaining while the others started laughing their asses off because of Hakkai's attempt to speak like a girl.

The game continued on without all of you guys having fun but for some reason you can't seem to relax. You were sitting right next to Mikey, That's why...

You have had a crush on the guy since you first met him during middle school days and it kinda feel frustrating that you can't seem to know whether he likes you or not!

While you were in deep thought, you were looking at the bottle as it spun and to your surprise it landed on you.

"OKAY!! It's Y/N's turn!!" Emma shouted, you looked at everyone who were smiling at you.

"Okay okay...I pick truth?" You told Emma, you saw Emma gave a sly mischevous smirk. This gave you shivers to be honest, you know she is planning something.

"If you were to date one of the boys here, who would you pick?" Emma asked you, the whole room felt quiet as Emma dropped the most personal question when playing truth or dare but since you were stupid and didn't know any better you answered...

"huh? oh Mitsuya..." You answered confidently, Mitsuya's eyes widened and so was everyone in the room. Even the two guys who were silently playing cards in the corner looked at you with wide eyes.

You were about to speak up when Mikey made you look at him, instead of a shock expression he was glaring at you.

"M-mikey?" You called out to him.

"WHAT IS IT THAT MITSUYA HAVE THAT I DON'T?! Seriously him?! Even Ken-Chin can say I look hotter than Mitsuya!" Mikey yelled at you.

"Actually No. I won't say that" Draken butts in.

You were dumbfounded for why is Mikey acting like this, Mikey was just staring at you. Not breaking eye contact at all.

"Answer me, Y/N! what? is it because he is taller than me?! I can still protect you even if I'm short!" Mikey whined at you, everyone in the room can't help but hide their laughter from what was going on ---Including Mitsuya.

"Mikey---" Mikey cuts you off when he rushes out of the room and then comes back with some of Emma's clothes.

"Oi! Idiot! what are you doing with my clothes?!" Emma yelled, Mikey didn't listen to her as he handed you Emma's clothes.

"Here! take that! I don't know how to sew clothes but you can take Emma's clothes!" Mikey said, Emma bonked his head making him wince in pain. You started laughing at what you had just witnessed.

"Y/N...I don't think this is the best time for laughing...especially in your position..." Angry whispered at you but you just waved your hand slowly laughing even louder.

"I'm sorry! Is just that...Mikey...Do you like me?" You asked as you turned to Mikey, his ears were in the shade of a deep crimson red and he was bitting his lower lips.

"Yes he likes you, he wouldn't give you my clothes if he wasn't desperat---"

"I wasn't desperate!" Mikey yelled, cutting off Emma. You laughed once more as you handed all of Emma's clothes back to her, facing Mikey; you grabbed his face and lightly placed a soft kiss on his cheeks.

Kazutora and Baji whistling, Takemichi holding Hina's hand and the others just cheering.

"I like you too, Mikey..." Mikey's eyes widened but later on pouted.

"If you like me why did you choose Mitsuya?" He asked, everyone turned quiet once more.

"Well...It was just a logical answer, he cooks really good and he is a big brother and boyfriend material but I don't like him...It was just an out of the blue answer" You replied Mikey's question making everyone let out a sigh. Mikey was contented with your answer.

For the rest of the day all of you continued playing, the only difference is that you were now feeling relaxed while holding hands with the person you liked since middle school and also! Mitsuya can breath normally now because he won't worry about getting his ass kicked because of your answer from earlier, this was the only time he was thankful that a girl didn't liked him.

[yanderes-galore]

Look, I'm a sucker for these darling escapes but gets caught again scenarios. So imagine Troy's little darling betraying him and Tyreen, helping and spying for Lilith and the others in hopes of escaping them. But then when it seems like darling is finally getting away from them, Troy catches her escaping and oh my, he is furious!

Oh my....

Accidentally made this imply both Troy and Tyreen like you but, hey, bonus. Also, yet another Troy short where he just beats on Darling. Idk why it keeps happening. This is the second time now.

Siren's Fury

Yandere! Troy Calypso Short (Implied Yandere! Tyreen)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Violence, Abusive themes, Punishment, Torture, Implied poly (oops?), Obsession, Mentioned stockholm syndrome, Possessive behavior, Betrayal, Kidnapping implied, Deranged ideals, Dehumanization, Dark content, Degrading behavior.

You were never fully incorporated into the COV, still keeping loyalty towards the Crimson Raiders even after your capture. Surprisingly you still had hope for rescue. Carefully providing intel on the Calypso twins for Lilith even when being prisoner.

The Calypso twins, two siren siblings with a complete and utter god complex. The longer you were forced to be beside them in the COV the more you realized how insane they were.

You also knew at least one of them liked you, Troy. Tyreen wasn't as obsessive towards you like her brother but she also gave off signs of showing attraction to you. The two taking some sort of a liking to you was probably what made them so fixated on capturing you.

Everyday you were subjected to their torment. Forced onto live streams displayed to their followers and treated like a pet. It was as if they were trying to degrade you into submission....

Your life felt like hell. The only silver lining was the fact you found out how to secretly pass messages to others once you were liked enough. Able to tell Lilith what you knew until rescue could be given.

You thought you were being sneaky.

"You are SO damn lucky I'm not feeding you to the bandits...."

Troy's voice is low, almost a growl while he held you by the back of your neck. You struggled in his tight grip until he threw you on the ground.

"Tyreen told ME to punish you only because I begged for your sake. But don't think since I'm not Tyreen that I'll go easy on you!"

You're pinned to the ground, grunting in pain at the hard surface. Troy was brimming with rage. You guessed he knew about what you were doing.

"You think you're so clever by telling the Crimson Raiders everything? Do you really think they can stop us? It's cute, honestly. It's obvious you aren't getting away from us~"

"What makes you so sure?"

Your head is harshly pushed into the ground at your defiance. Troy was never good at containing his anger.

"Still using that tough act, huh? Being all loyal to the Crimson Raiders because you're such good friends!"

Troy's tone is mocking, leaning down to see your slightly pained face.

"WE'RE your family. Me and Tyreen are the only ones who should ever care for you. Don't you think the raiders would've come for you by now? Don't you realize we're the only ones you have now!?"

"You say nothing but lies. I will never submit to you like some Skag."

Troy scoffs, hitting you so you hiss in pain.

"I can say at least to me you're much more than a Skag. Not so much Tyreen, but she does like you. It hurts me that you'd stab me and her in the back for those heretics. Although, I guess we just need to drive home your loyalty this time! Stockholm Syndrome takes too long...."

Troy picks up your lightly battered body and grins.

"I'll tie you to this wall and REALLY work the message in. Even if it takes gashes and broken bones, I'll MAKE you love the COV! Then I'll be all you'll think of...."

Troy hoists you on the wall, strapping a clasp to your wrists. A deranged grin is on his face and he looks you in the eyes.

"If you're good... Tyreen may go easy on you the next time she comes to see you."

[luvyanfei]

anon said. ooo a new blog! can you do confession headcanons where xiao, childe, and scaramouche react to reader confessing to them and the aftermath of it? thank you!  

a/n. xiao’s is kind of terrible ;; ue ue gomenasai

“i love you, [character’s name].”

SCARAMOUCHE.

huh? is this some kind of a joke? if so, it’s definitely not a good idea to mess with his feelings like this, especially when he also shares the same sentiment. scaramouche is almost impressed by your boldness. not everyone has the nerve to confess their love for a harbinger in front of their own faces, after all. when he’s hit with the realization that you’re serious, he secretly pinches himself to make sure he’s not in a dream.

the sharp pain that comes with his nails making contact with his flesh affirms that this is real. he stifles back a genuine smile, choosing to stay calm despite the bliss he’s currently feeling. “i guess it can’t be helped. hmph, you should be lucky i’m rather fond of you as well, [name].” he says that, but he’s the fortunate one to have successfully stolen your heart before others can claim you for themselves.

unfortunately, his time with you is quite limited due to his affiliation with the fatui, so any fleeting moments are captured in photos from the kamera to look back on. he secretly carries a picture of you while he’s out of town on important missions so that he won’t miss you too badly. he fondly looks at your still, yet smiling face to cheer him up after a tough work while everyone else is asleep. well, almost everyone.  

“hmm, who’s that in your hands, scaramouche?” childe asks, gesturing to the photo the harbinger is admiring fondly. scaramouche rolls his eyes to hide his slight embarrassment and hesitates a bit before he answers.  

“oh them? their name is [name], my... sibling.” childe almost gapes in disbelief as he looks at the blue-haired man in shock. 

“you have a sibling? why didn’t you tell me? they’re so cute!” the 11th harbinger squeals in delight, which honestly irks poor scaramouche. he scoots away to give himself some space as he tucks the picture in his pocket for safe-keeping. 

“you didn’t bother to,” he explains matter-of-factly. “now if you’ll excuse me,” he stands up from his crouched position and dusts himself, “i’m going to take a walk, alone.” 

he wanders through a dark forest and grassy fields, until he finds himself standing on top of a cliff, the moon glowing brightly above. he peers up at the twinkling stars in the sky and imagines you beside him, watching the breathtaking view together. humming an unfamiliar tune to himself, scaramouche muses over the past and replays your confession over and over again. if he could, he would respond differently than he did before. 

‘i love you.’ those three letter words echo in his ears like a melody and he allows himself to smile. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

XIAO.

he automatically perks up an eyebrow in confusion. what? is it just him or did you seriously admitted you love him? xiao stammers for a brief second, no words spilling out from his partially open mouth. what is he supposed to say? “thank you?” “i love you too?” 

when he pulls himself together, xiao shakes his head and frowns. his answer is clear and simple: no. you mortals don’t understand just how dangerous it is to get close with someone like him - a yaksha. drowning in the brink of debt and despair, he doesn’t need you to suffer all the same. the dejected expression on your face pains him to a considerable degree, yet he convinces himself, this is for your own good. 

since then, he avoids you like the plague in hopes that your feelings for him will disperse into flames. you deserve someone better, someone who won’t place you in harm’s way, someone unlike him. out of kindness, you still visit him from time to time while you go and do your daily commissions, but your interaction is heavily tense and an air of discomfort seeps through your gaze. why does his chest hurt as if he was impaled with a knife and so much more when you look at him like that? the thought of breaking down and revealing the truth that he’s also in love with you tempts him eagerly, but his pride and anxiety tides over his desires. 

you, on the other hand, is aware that xiao harbors feelings for you. you discovered this secret of his when you climbed the stairs to the spot on the balcony where he was to surprise him with a greeting, but your ears captured a faint voice in the night breeze and you couldn’t stop yourself from eavesdropping on the little conversation xiao was having with himself. he muttered about “rex lapis”, the fate of liyue, and etc. you were about to leave him to his own devices, but the next words he said stopped you in your tracks. 

“will [name] accept me if i say i love them? probably not, i suppose.” you left before he could spare a glance in your direction and a smile graced your features as you happily walked away. and being the persistent individual that you are, you inquire verr on why he’s acting so cold towards you, desperate to seek the answer you need. “xiao is, as you’re well aware, a yaksha who’s experienced hardships throughout his life, and probably lost loved ones along the way. i’m sure,” she turns to look at the setting sun in melancholy, “he doesn’t want to hurt anyone important to him again.”

you plan ahead of time for the best way to approach him without giving him any chance to escape. unfortunately, this is the only thing you can think of as you place a hand on either side of his head, trapping him between you and the wall. xiao looks at you curiously, devoid of amusement. he crosses his arms and frowns. 

“what are you doing?” your hands twitch and you chew on your bottom lip nervously before you explain yourself.

“i heard from verr why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder, that you don’t want to hurt anyone important to you, but...” you trail off to blink back the tears threatening to burst. 

“it hurts, when you ignore me like this.” your voice is quiet enough that he needs to step closer to hear you. “it hurts how selfless you are. can’t you be selfish just once? i meant what i said and i’ll say it again. i love you.” 

xiao stammers, at a loss for words, before he starts sniffling and buries himself in your arms, crying out apologies as you stroke the back of his hair and gives a closed-eye smile. “it’s okay, xiao. i’m sorry too, for not realizing how much you’ve been suffering by yourself. you don’t have to carry the burden alone anymore,” you say, looking into his tear-filled eyes, “i will always be here with you, no matter what path you choose to take.” 

“even if that path may eventually hurt you?” he whispers in a cracked voice, fingers curling around your sleeves. you nod. 

“it’s worth the pain as long as i can hold you in my arms, like this.” he chokes out a bitter chuckle and wipes away the glistening tears. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

CHILDE.

the harbinger blinks his cerulean eyes once, then twice, and... you find yourself pulled into his arms, as his lips uplift into a jovial smile. “really? you love me? [name], i had no idea you held such deep admiration for me.” you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle as you wrap your own arms around his body, fondly reciprocating his affection.

he’s the fastest to accept your confession than the other two men. you’d bet he would scamper to where he’s staying at to tell every grain of detail to his adoring relatives. 

he writes letters to his siblings about your daily dates and the progress you two are making in your relationship. they tease him for the most part, but they’re happy that he’s found the love of his life and requests that he bring you along with him on his next visit. childe smiles in relief, content that they accept you already despite never meeting you and he asks you if you’d like to come with him to his home country where you can introduce yourself to his family. without hesitation, you agree instantly, eager to meet the siblings he gushes about. 

snezhnaya is colder than you thought, as you hug yourself to preserve your warmth, even with the layers of clothing wrapped around you. “we’re almost there, [name].” childe notices your trembling and rubs his gloved hands against your back. “sorry, it’s a bit chilly here, but please bear with me.” 

you nod and continue on. when a building enters your field of sight, childe stops and grins shyly at you. “this is the place.” breath materializes in front of you as he gestures for you to head on in. almost immediately are you greeted with a little embrace as a young boy wraps his fingers around your waist and grins up at you. 

“so you’re the one who big brother said he’s in love with? have you kissed before? when is your wedding?” the child bombards you with questions excitedly and a girl has to pull him away from you, tonia, you guess. 

“teucer,” childe scolds gently, a light blush colouring his cheeks, which does not go unnoticed in his siblings’ eyes, unfortunately for him. 

a wedding, huh? seeing the sparkle in your eyes, the laughter in your voice, and the warmth of your touch as you idly chat with his siblings makes him hope, that maybe in the distant future, he’ll brave himself to take the next step to further deepen your relationship, for he wants to be with you always. 

as he tucks away the last sleeping child, childe wanders in to your shared bedroom, surprised you’re still awake. “you really love them a lot, huh childe?” he nods seriously, as you pull him to lie down comfortably into bed. 

“but do you know something else?” his breath tickles your ear as he intertwines his fingers with yours, offering a meek smile. you shake your head and nuzzle closer to him. 

“i love you too, [name].”