#yeah yeah hes my one and only brother but oh geez. oh wow.

[sad--tree]

hey. what amount of $$$ are ppl giving for weddings these days? specifically, the wedding of an immediate family member.....

[trensu]

It's Will that gives him the idea.

"we don't really celebrate father's day anymore," he had said awkwardly, "but I can't hang out anyway."

"why not?" Dustin demanded. He was gonna end up bored and alone because he didn't celebrate the holiday and everyone else had plans. he had been counting on Will to keep him company.

"I'm gonna get Jonathan a new record and I want to listen to it with him," he said.

"can't he get his own records? C'mon, we could go to the arcade or something."

"no, Dustin," his tone took on a stubborn edge that made Dustin pause. "He's my brother and I love him, and he's the only guy besides Bob who's ever even tried to look out for me. So I'm sorry but I'm gonna be busy on Sunday."

Dustin didn't argue after that but it did get him thinking which is why on Sunday morning he biked all the way over to Loch Nora and started banging on Steve's door.

"what do you want, Henderson?" Steve sighed the most dramatic put upon sigh Dustin had ever heard.

"you're not my dad--"

"wow you really are genius!"

"shut up, shut up, listen to me!"

"okay, geez, I'm listening."

"you're not my dad and I don't want you to be my dad. I don't even really want a dad! Lots of dads aren't even that great and my mom already has the single parent thing down. But you taught me how to do my hair and how to talk to girls - even though that advice sucked, I didn't need it to get Suzie at all - and you're gonna teach me how to drive--"

"woah, hey, no I never said I'd do that, wh--"

"--and you've saved my life but I think we're even because I've saved your life too."

"Henderson don't you have anything better to do than harass me in my own home?" Steve said. he was using that exasperated tone he got when he knew he wasn't keeping up with what was going on but didn't want to admit it.

"actually no I don't but I'm here for a reason," he reached into his backpack and took out the gift he clumsily wrapped with scraps of brown paper bags. He shoved it into Steve's hands. "You're basically the only adult male figure in my life. And I appreciate you."

Steve squinted at the gift and then at Dustin and at the gift again before he said fussily "is this a prank? If something gross explodes from this, I swear to god, I'll--"

"Just open it, Steve!"

"Fine, fine, keep your shirt on," Steve said and tore off the paper. He blinked and in a softer tone said, "Oh."

"I don't know if you even like making models but I know you love cars and this kit looked just like yours, so yeah."

Steve stared at the kit some more. Dustin started to fidget. It was always better to be honest with your feelings but maybe this was too much for Steve. Maybe Steve didn't like him as much as Dustin did. Steve was not as enlightened about these things as Dustin.

"I've never made a model before."

Dustin hunched his shoulders and tried not to feel stupid or hurt. He should have expected this. They weren't even related. This was probably too weird. He reached out to take the gift back.

"it's fine, I can return it, whatever."

Steve raised the kit out of Dustin's reach.

"Hey, this is mine," he said.

"you don't even like it!"

"I never said that! I'm just gonna need a dweeby little nerd to help me build it. You know anybody like that?" Steve asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"you're such a dick," Dustin grumbled, fighting back a grin.

"watch your language!"

"shut up, you're not my dad."

Steve laughed as Dustin shoved his way into the house. Hours later, after much shouting and ribbing and one incident of spilled paint, a small model of the beemer was left to dry while Steve forced Dustin to watch the baseball game on TV with him. It wasn't the worst thing ever, and after Steve mentioned the statistics involved, it got way more interesting ("of course you'd like the math part, you weirdo" "you don't understand the stats do you" "shut up and watch the game, Henderson"). When the paint was dry, Dustin followed Steve upstairs and watched him carefully and deliberately place the model between a couple of sports trophies.

"yeah, I guess it looks pretty cool," Steve said with exaggerated nonchalance. "Now beat it, kid. your mom's gonna freak if you're not home when she gets back from work."

"can you give me a ride?"

"ugh, fine."

Dustin grinned. This had been, hands down, the best father's day ever. From the look on Steve's face when he placed the model, Dustin was pretty sure he agreed.

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Watched the first Paw Patrol movie with my dad, this time entirely in Brazilian dub (first time I watched was entirely in English), in the early hours past midnight today. Have the best of his reactions. Honestly, most were the same as mine when I watched the movie for the first time too, so let's go XD

"How did he SEE that tiny turtle up ahead???? Oh geez, there goes the bridge."

"I decree this trucker as the only sane person in the entire movie and the movie didn't even start for real yet." "Dad, he spilled his ice tea or whatever was that on himself." "It was the road's fault." "........ Ok you got a point."

"Lary, pause." "They look cute sleeping, right?" "They look like us after we eat. Post-dish depression." (It's our personal pun with "post-birth depression") "Tag yourself, I'm Marshall." "I'm Chase. Your brother is... What's this one's name again?" "Zuma? LMFAO YES HE IS"

"When did he have time to get this thing built?" "Who knows. I always joke that he's out there spawning stuff at will." "Are his parents like millionaire or something?" "No one knows about his parents or family, not even the official website gives any info on that." "HOW DOES HE PAY FOR ALL THIS--" *Cue Skye asking the same thing and Ryder responding* *Dad chokes on nothing and I have to pause so he can cough it out and drink some water*

"Oh fuck. He's-- He's lighting up all the fireworks." *Stops what he was doing in the living room to pay full attention* "THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD."

"Sure, block the roads to launch the cars. This is so HotWheels. They have THEIR OWN LANE."

"WELCOME TO THE BIG CITY, PUPS. WE HAVE LARGE ROADS AND WE STILL HAVE TRAFFIC JAM. YOU'LL LOVE IT."

"Isn't-- Isn't Chase their POLICE dog?" "Yeah" "Chase why are you ALLOWING this, how many traffic laws did they JUST BREAK"

"Sweet Jesus, don't mess with Marshall. He's got a mean cannon and he's LOVING it."

"Wait, Liberty's a street dog?" "Yup" "I thought she had an owner. So she's like one of those lovely strays who make friends with just about everyone they cross paths with." "YUP"

"... What the actual fuck is wrong with Humdinger?" *Shrugs* "He shouldn't be allowed to run for elections on anything."

"Oh no, Chase froze. Looks like those panic attacks you used to have." "........ You remember those too, huh" "Yeah. You made me freeze a lot too. I didn't know what to do with you so I'd freeze like that too." "Oh."

"There goes Marshall saving the day again. I see why you like him too." "He's cute." "I like his fire truck. Are you going to buy his toy too?" "You bet it." "Nice. As you should."

"Okay now I'm afraid of Liberty." "Why?" "Did you see how sure she was about her bait plan?" "Yeah?" "SHE'S GONNA HAVE THE TIME OF HER LIFE MESSING UP WITH HUMDINGER I'M CALLING IT"

"YUP I CALLED IT"

*Liberty calls Delores a toilet brush* "OUCH THAT WAS BRUTAL I LOVE HER EVEN MORE NOW"

"Literal prison BREAK. Nice." *Thumbs up to the TV*

"Aw that was cute. Ryder is a good boy."

"That thing is sucking way too many clouds."

"THAT THING IS SUCKING WAY TOO MANY CLOUDS."

"THIS IS GONNA CAUSE A STORM, RIGHT?"

"YUP CALLED IT."

"Omg she's so excited HER FACE IS SO CUTE! Repeat this entire scene please."

"GODDAMMIT RYDER YOU'RE SO MEAN LAUNCHING HER LIKE THAT ASUASHAUSHAUSHAUSHAU"

"Why is her number 22?" "Ryder numbers the vehicles, not the pups." "So they have 21 vehicles before hers." "Yup." "How many are there?" "Last I checked, last one was an Aircraft Carrier ship, number 25." "Wow."

"Did-- Did Zuma just BREAK his-- Oh, it's a boat too. Two-in-one. Ryder DOES really think of everything, huh?"

"Okay that was nice, I thought we wouldn't get to see Zuma doing anything in this entire movie at all." "Aquatic rescue dog in the big city, right?" "Yeah it's not exactly his natural habitat." "I feel him." "... I forgot you were a beach kid." "In my heart I still am."

"PULL THE LEVER, KRONK!!!!!" *Hysterical laughter* "OKAY HE DESERVED THAT."

"Chase KNOWS how to drift-- MOTORCYCLE???-- DRIVING UP THE WALL???????" *Slowly clapping for the entire scene*

"Is he afraid of heights? He didn't seem to be when he rescued the trucker and I see him doing a lot of stuff in the show." "I think it's not the height itself, it's mostly the panic remembering the times he failed at these tasks." "Trauma, then." "Yeah."

"Is he gonna-- Yup. Spirit jump. Of course." (For reference, the leap of faith scene from the movie "Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron")

"Okay now I'm afraid of Skye too-- Did the clouds just went POOF." "Yeah they did." "Damn, we just had such a badass scene, it killed the badassery."

"Ouch the helicopter-- DAMMIT ROCKY AHAHAHAHAHA"

"Awwww Liberty! That's my girl. Nice." "That's literally the name of the song that was playing when she was riding her new scooter for the first time." "Perfection. So she officially joined the team?" "Yeah I didn't get there yet but she's in the show after the movie came out too." "Did they do that because there was only one female pup in the show?" "Actually there's Everest too, that Husky Siberian! But she doesn't live with Ryder and his pups, she was adopted by the guy who lives in the mountain. In the main team, yeah, it's only Skye." "Still too few girls, they need more." "Tell me about it..."

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

🥶 with Mario bros for the drabble prompt if you fancy it?:)

Sorry this one took so long! I was planning on posting this a while ago, but it ended up in my drafts, and I didn't realize it till this morning 🙃 😅

🥶 Cold

Writing prompts

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"Lu."

"Shush it, Mario."

"Luigi..."

"Stop it."

"Come on, man. I can see you shivering from way over here!"

For some reason, his brother was acting more stubborn than usual today. The two were visiting their family for the holiday, and that it had been awhile since they've gone back to Brooklyn for anything other than a quick repair job or wanting to meet with their ever growing fans.

Unfortunately, the moment they decided to spend a full week at home was also when Mother Nature decided to launch the entire state in a bad snow front, meaning that even though they didn't get alot of snow, the temperature outside was cold as artic and everyone was bundled up to conserve whatever body heat they had left.

That is except for Luigi, who thought it was fine just wearing one thin jacket and only having his hoodie up over his head. No gloves, no ear muffs, not even a scarf!

And the guy wasn't allowing him to even offer any of the ones that he has. Not that either of them would back down anyway.

"I s-said I'm f-f-fine!" Luigi's teeth audible chattered, and he tried to look angry at his brother, who only looked back at him with an expressionless face.

"Wow, yeah, very convincing there, Lu." He rolled his eyes and raised his brow as Luigi matched his eye roll.

"Geez, we're almost at Ma and Pop's anyway, it's not that big of a deal."

'You say that now, but you'll regret it in the morning when you catch a cold....'

He finally put his foot down, without trying to slip on a patch of ice he was standing on. "Okay, look, you're either gonna share this jacket with me, or I'm going to have to force you to wear it. And you and I both know that'll end quickly."

He watched his brother pause in his walk, wrapping his arms tighter around his body, whether to keep himself warm or a last act of stubbornness melting away was his best guess.

"If you're making up your mind, hurry it up cause I'm freezing my butt off right now." He tapped his foot impatiently as he motioned the flap of his coat out to him, trying to ignore the brisk cold air now hitting his chest.

Luigi had finally turned around. His face was unreadable as he trudged his feet against the frozen sidewalk and scuttled into the left side of Mario's winter coat. He had to kneel down a bit so the two were at equal height, but from the way he was shivering, he had confirmed that the testa dura was acting like this for no reason.

"Wipe that grin off your face, Mario." He heard Luigi mumble as they walked a steady pace across the pavement. "You don't have to rub it in."

"Oh, I know I don't to, you've just proved how damn stubborn you are when you need to admit when you're wrong."

"Shut up."

"Nope."

*testa dura- hard head(ed)

[aeymii]

Nagitos of all kinds pop up in the gathering. Nagitos from non-Despair verses, AUs, gender-flipped Nagitos, even a small handful of Nagizurus/Kamukura Nagitos. Like the Komahina club for example will have some FemNagitos that are in yuri Komahina relationships (or FemNagito x Hajime, Nagito x FemHajime, or even non-binary Komahina).

And of course the Nagitos from verses with a version of the Tragedy compare notes with those from non-Despair verses. The Komaegi Nagitos from non-Despair verses feel so vindicated learning from their counterparts that their boyfriend became the Ultimate Hope in other universes, being like "I KNEW MAKOTO WAS SPECIAL!". The Komaegi Nagitos and Matsukoma Nagitos in general are a wee bit braggadocious about having won the love of Makoto and Yasuke. And take pride in having some exclusivity.

Though things get really funny when they learn how things went in class swap verses (where Chiaki, Hajime, or even Nagito himself became the THH scenario's protagonist). And are shown footage of Despair Makoto. They all start fanning themselves and going "Oh my!" because of just how very...captivating he is. Especially if there's some foe yay going on between Despair Makoto and Protagonist Nagito.

Most of the clubs have their own variant of "Octagon!". Like with those prior three, the Kuzukoma Nagitos giggle at the thought of Fuyuhiko being grumpy and shouting "Dumbass!". The Komazumi Nagitos get all dreamy at the idea of Mahiru with her hands on her hips and going "Geez!". And the Twokoma Nagitos are like "Does your Imposter wag their finger and say 'Nagito, no' to you too?", to which they're like "YES, LMAO!!"

The Komahinanatsusatozumi Nagito we talked about earlier is like a weird celebrity among them. Most polyship Nagitos will usually only be in a relationship with two people. Some Komahinanami Nagito will see him brandishing his Komahina, Komazumi, Natsukoma, and Komasato membership cards and be all...

"Gee Nagito, how come you get to have four relationships?"

"Six. Getting the paperwork for my Matsukoma and Kuzukoma memberships sorted out."

"Does the Natsumi in your universe know about you and her brother?"

"Yeah, she doesn't mind. After seeing so many universes with a Tragedy I'm only more certain now than ever that what we have is wonderful."

"Well, at least I know you'll never get to experience the joy of being a Komanami Nagito."

"Actually our verse's Chiaki and her girlfriend Mikan are thinking of joining our polycule. Sato invited Mikan."

"...Dammit."

OMG DESPAIR FREE VERSES, AJSBSJSJN Gender flipped Nagito!!!! That's so cool AHHHH YURI KMHN MY BELOVED, ooooo enby kmhn I need more of themmm BRUH THIS IS SO COOL, "I KNEW MAKOTO WAS SPECIAL" GAHHH MY HEART 💞💞 This is so amazing I don't know what to say!! Hahahha braggy Maeda, he would do that ehee OMG HIM AS THE PROTAG OOOOO THAT'S SOMETHINH WE NEVER KNEW WE NEEDED BUT DESERVE, hahahah how very captivating, just say you love him you dang poet hehe, there would beee!!

Haahhahah kzkm's one is accurate, MAHIRU WOULD, I CAN IMAGINE THEM DOING THAT LOL IMPOSTER WE LOVE YOU, well wow Nagito you went from a hopless romantic to having 4 people in a loving poly, LOOK AT YOU GOO!!<33 Six!! Tell him my guy, YEP Natsumi wouldn't mind!! Maybe they'd fight over him sometimes because aggressive blondes haha but it would be chill with her, YEAH NANAMIKI RIGHTS!!!! THEY GONNA BE THE BEST POLY EVER AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD OR SOMETHING I DUNNO I'M JUST HAPPY TO SEE HIM BE LOVED!! 💕💕 hahahah the remark though-

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Dark [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Mukami manor

Yui: ( I’m not going to leave Azusa-kun’s side. )

( I want us to stay together, forever... )

Azusa: ...Eve, what were you thinking of just now?

Yui: You, of course.

Azusa: ...I see. 

ー He steps closer

*Rustle*

Azusa: Thank you...You’re always on my mind as well.

Yui: Fufu, that makes two of us. 

( I’ll continue doing my best to try and make up for his one missing arm. )

( I want to live alongside him after all... )

Ruki: Anyway, make sure to prepare thoroughly for our set-off tomorrow morning. 

Yuma: Kou, ya better not oversleep.

Kou: Geezー I know!

ー The other three brothers leave

Yui: Azusa-kun, shall we get going too? 

Azusa: Yeah. I’ll come to your room once I’m done packing, okay...?

Yui: Fufu, thanks.

*TIMESKIP*

ー Yui arrives in front of Azusa’s room

Yui: ( I wonder if getting ready is taking time...? )

( I finished packing first so I came to his room but... )

*Knock knock*

Yui: Azusa-kun, I’m coming in, okay?

ー She enters his room

*Thud* 

Azusa: Ah, Eve...

I’m sorry, I know I said I would come to you...But I can’t seem to decide what to pack...

Yui: ( Wow! His bag is overflowing with all sorts of things... )

I’ll help out. What are you unsure about?

Azusa: Let’s see...There’s just so much I want to take with me...

Azusa: A change of clothes, a towel....my bandages...

The album which has photos of our family...also...

Yui: Fufu, you can’t take that many things with you, you know?

Azusa: ...You think so too?

Yui: Let’s pick out only the absolutely necessary things together.

*Rustle*

Yui: For example...Don’t you think they’ll have towels ready for us to use at Eden as well?

I do think a change of clothes and your bandages are necessary, but...Ah! I’ll let you borrow my hairbrush, okay?

Azusa: ...But...I don’t want to leave all of this behind...

Yui: Why? 

*Rustle*

Azusa: Take this towel, for example. It’s the same you used to dry my hair...

Also, this brush is also...the one you usually comb my hair with...

Yui: That’s impressive, Azusa-kun. You remembered all of those moments together...

( It’s honestly a little embarrassing... )

Azusa: I mean, the fact that we’re able to live together like this...is pretty much like a dream come true to me...

That’s why I recall all of them. They’re all happy memories, no matter how trivial they may seem...

Yui: ...Azusa-kun...

Then let’s put all extras in my luggage. 

I’ve got a bit of free space left. I’m not sure if everything will fit though...

Azusa: ...Are you sure?

Yui: Of course.

Your precious memories are important to me as well.

Azusa: ...You really are so kind.

ー Azusa embraces her

*Rustle*

Azusa: Thank you, Yui-san. For being with me...

Yui: ...!

Azusa: I lost...my left arm but I promise that I’ll try even harder...so we can stay together forever...

*Rustle* 

Azusa: So please, stay with me. Yui-san...Nn...

Yui: ...Ah, wait...

( His fangs are... )

Azusa: I’m sorry...I just got overwhelmed by happiness, making me crave for your blood...

But...You feel the same way, don’t you...?

You want...to be with me, right...?

Yui: ...Yeah...

Azusa: Fufu...Then you don’t mind, do you?

Nn...Nnh...Nn...

Yui: ...Uu...

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: This side’s up next...

*Rustle*

Azusa: Ah...

Yui: ( The bandage around his arm came loose...! )

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: One second, I’ll wrap it back around real quick.

*Rustle* 

Azusa: ...Ah...

Yui: There you go, all done.

ー Azusa steps back

Azusa: ...

Yui: ...Azusa-kun? What’s wrong? 

Azusa: Oh no...It’s nothing. Thank you, Yui-san.

Yui: No need to thank me, really.

( He’s acting a little weird...? I wonder if he’s tired from everything which happened? )

Hey, Azusa-kun. Why don’t we call it a day?

Let’s finish packing tomorrow morning?

Azusa: ...Yeah, good idea.

Yui: ...

( Azusa-kun...There really is something off about him... )

( He was having so much fun packing his things up till now...I wonder what’s gotten into him? )

ー They move to the bed

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( I want to help him however I can. )

( I wonder if it’s okay for me to ask if there’s something weighing down on his mind? )

Azusa: Hey, Eve. Can I ask you something...?

Yui: Sure, what is it?

Azusa: Am I...unreliable to you...?

Yui: Of course not. In fact, you are very reliable in my eyes.

Azusa: ...I see.

Yui: ( Azusa-kun...Seems like he’s still worried about something. )

( Even though I told him how I feel, perhaps my answer wasn’t quite satisfying. )

L-Listen, Azusa-kunーー

Azusa: Goodnight, Yui-san.

Yui: R-Right. ...Goodnight.

( I feel like I got brushed off just now...Or am I just overthinking it? )

( Azusa-kun already has enough difficulties now that he’s lost his left arm. )

( I have to at least make it so he doesn’t need to worry about unnecessary things... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the gate to the Demon World

Ruki: ーー Everyone’s here, right? We’ll be setting off to Eden soon. 

Kou: Sure thing! Well then, Yuma-kun, take good care of these~

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Ah? ...Yer luggage?

Kou: I mean, I’m an idol, remember? You can’t expect me to walk all the way to Eden carrying such a heavy bag!

Yuma: Aah? And what makes ya think Imma be yer personal porter? If ya can’t carry it yerself, you’re gonna have to leave it behind.

Kou: Ehー!? That’s so petty of you, Yuma-kun!

Yui: ( Those two never change. )

( It almost makes me forget that danger is lurking in the back... )

Azusa: Ah...Eve. I’ll carry your bag...

Yui: It’s fine. You’ve got your own luggage as well so carrying both must be tough, right?

Azusa: ...Yeah.

Yui: ( ...I did the right thing, no? )

( I won’t cause him any worries if I carry my own weight. )

Monologue

The journey to Eden,

was even longer than I thought.

After making it past the underground waterway,

and walking through the forest of the Demon World for a while,

we were hit by a sudden downpour.

We had faith in Ruki-kun’s prediction,

that it was most likely just a quick shower,

as we decided to take a small break,

inside a nearby cave. 

ー The scene shifts to the cave

Yuma: ...Doesn’t seem like this rain will lift any time soon.

Ruki: It can’t be helped. I suppose we’ll set up camp here for tonight.

Yuma, come with me. We’ll go and gather some branches to make a fire.

Yuma: Sure.

ー Ruki and Yuma leave

Kou: Uu...These wet clothes feel icky...

Azusa: Eve, are you alright...? Won’t you catch a cold at this rate...?

Yui: Oh no. I’m totally fiーー Achoo!

I-I’m sorry...I guess it’s a little cold after all...

( Shame on me. I can’t believe I’m worrying him by sneezing right off the bat. )

Azusa: You should probably wipe yourself dry...

One second...I’ve got a towel in my bag...

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: ...It won’t open...

Kou: Give that to me, Azusa-kun. I’ll open it for you.

Azusa: Eh? But...

Kou: Oh come on, don’t mention it! We’re meant to help out each other in times like these, no?

Azusa: ...Yeah.

ー Kou opens up his bag

Kou: ー Ah, there it is! Here, M-neko-chan.

ー Kou hands her the towel

*Rustle*

Yui: Thank you, Kou-kun.

You too, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: ...

Yui: ...What’s wrong? You seem a little down...

Azusa: It’s nothing. The rain’s...just making me feel a little gloomy, that’s all...

Yui: ...I see. I’m sorry for asking a weird question.

( I wonder if it’s really just because of the rain? )

( I feel as if there’s something else behind it as well... )

L-Listen, Azusa-kun. If anything’s bothering you, you canーー

Azusa: ーー Eve. I’m fine...

Yui: R-Right...

( ...Seems like he didn’t want me to ask. With how he acted yesterday as well, I guess he really is avoiding me... )

Kou: ...

Hmー ...I’m not sure what’s going on here, but why don’t we go look for some dry branches as well?

Let’s collect a bunch more than the other two guys so we can rub it in their faces. Okay?

Yui: G-Good idea.

Azusa: ...

Monologue

ーー The next day.

After somehow making it all the way to Eden,

the scenery which awaited us there,

was that of the Castle,

which had clearly known better times.

ー The scene shifts to the flower field

Kou: ...I guess this place is no better. I honestly didn’t think Eden was in this dire of a state...

Azusa: ...

Ruki: It would appear that Sakamaki Kanato is unstable after all.

Yuma: Whatcha mean by that?

Ruki: Eden is spiritually connected to its owner, Sakamaki Kanato.

The Castle has fallen into ruin because both his mind and his powers are unstable. 

Kou: So we need to ensure that Kanato-kun gains control over own emotions and powers for Eden to return to normal? 

Hmー ...That might be pretty difficult. I mean, it’s Kanato-kun we’re talking about...

Ruki: Yes. Not only has he always been emotionally unstable, he is not the type of guy who would listen to the advice of others.

I feel that if we were to try and inform him about the situation at Eden, it would only make the situation worse.

Yuma: So we’re out of options?

Azusa: I wonder...if Kanato-san needs Eve perhaps?

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: I mean, I’m sure for him to become stable...He needs to become Adam...

To achieve that...He needs Eve. In that case, I...

Yui: Y-You’re wrong, Azusa-kun...!

I chose to be with you, remember...? So please don’t think that way...

Ruki: She’s right.

Besides, if Sakamaki Kanato were to deem Eve necessary, I am sure he will come to steal her sooner rather than later.

You don’t need to worry. Okay?

Azusa: But...

Ruki: Sure, you cannot become Adam. ...However, you love each other, don’t you?

You are the one Eve needs. Don’t get that mixed up.

Kou: Exactly, Azusa-kun! You shouldn’t be too pessimistic!

Yuma: If that gremlin tries to take her away from ya, we’ll beat his sad ass for ya!

Azusa: Right...Thanks, guys.

Yui: ( I’m glad Azusa-kun seems to have calmed down... )

( But...Will everything be okay? )

( I can tell something has been weighing heavy on his mind this whole time. )

( I just hope that he won’t keep thinking so negatively... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1129: Building Up the Mushy Courage (SSBU X Sonic)

1:34 p.m. at the Smash Central Park.........

Jr: (Watches Sage Peacefully Reading a Book Alone in the Distance While Sighing) Geez......Even as a egghead, she looks pretty.....(Turns to Ludwig) Are you sure I have what it takes to talk to her, Luddy?

Ludwig: (Reads his Book as Well) Refrain yourself from calling her "Egghead", you'll do just fine, Junior. (Turns to His Youngest Brother) That being said, why exactly haven't you come to me for help in the first place? It could've save you the trouble of being nervous to talk to her for this long.

Jr: Yeah, but I asked Roy for help first. (Start Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) And well.......

Flashback

Jr: (Takes a Look Around at the Black Leather Jacket, Boots, and Blue Jeans He's Wearing With a Bright Smile on his Face) Wow!~ I look so cool in these clothes! (Turns to Roy) You think Sage would think so too?

Roy: (Happily Nodded) Hell yeah. Chicks digs guys with a bad boy image and you don't look too shabby yourself, little runt. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Now all we need to do is put your rebellious side to the test. (Starts Looking Around the Mansion Till He Finds and Points Jr Towards his Target) Try swooning her over.

Jr: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Fear at Whom Roy is Pointing at) You want me to sweet talk Ashley, are you CRAZY!? That's suicide AND she's already taken!!

Roy: (Turns to Jr Woth his Brotherly Glare) You think I didn't know that, you twerp! She's the only girl in your age I can find for now. Just go out there, pretend that she isn't taken, and rizz your game up like i taught you before I knock you out into next week, capisce!?

Jr: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fiiiine. It's mine funeral....(Walks Over to Ashley) Hey there, good looking, how's it-

'BOOM'

Jr screams out of his lungs as he gets sent flying to the other side of the room by one of Ashley's magic spells.

'CRASH'

Roy: (Turns to His Now Beaten Down Brother) You good, Jr?

Jr: Is this a new week yet?

?????: Royyyyyyyy.

Roy: (Turns to See a Livid Ashley With White Hair Glaring at Him) Okay, I know what it looks like, but I-I can explain you see-

Ashley: Prescasterous. (Summons a Giant Red Devil Looking Beast Behind Her, Growling at Roy)

Roy: Waitwaitwaitwait-

'WHACK'

Back to the Present

Jr.: (Grimace at the Thought of What Happened in that Flashback) It didn't worked out all of that well......

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Not surprising considering Roy's track record in romance. (Casually Turns to a Page on his Book) One time he tried asking almost every member of the cheerleading squad only to get struck our and reject by all of them at once.

Jr: (Eyes Widens) Ah what!? I knew I should've come to you from the start, that's so lame!!

Ludwig: Yes, well, mistakes were made to be fixed and improve upon, so no harm fowl. (Takes a Sip of his Coffee) Now, do you remember the advices I gave you earlier today?

Jr: (Starts Counting Down Ludwig's Advice By Using his Fingers) Take deep breaths, be kind, respectful, and....uhhhhhhh-

Ludwig: Be yourself and everything will go smoothly from there. I know you what it takes to talk to her, Junior. Father didn't declared you as his second in command for nothing, you know?

Jr: Yeah. (Starts Smiling Confidently) T-That's right! I'm the Second in Command, I got this! (Smiles Falters Down into a Bit of a Worry Frown as He Turns Back to Ludwig) You're.....still not mad at me for taking that away from you, are you?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') I would be lying if I say that it didn't effect me in any sort of way. But that was back then, this is the present, and right now....(Smiles Softly at Bowser Jr.) I couldn't be anymore happier to have you as my little brother.

Jr: (Heart Begins to Melt as He Quickly Rushes Over to Ludwig and Hugs Him Lovingly) I love you, Big Bro.

Ludwig: (Hugs Junior Back) I love you too, Junior. Now, I believe you still have a girl to talk to.

Jr.: Oh, you're right! (Lets Go of Ludwig Before Rushing Off to Sage While Waving at Him) Wish me luck!

Ludwig: (Waves Back at Junior) Will do, Junior. (Resumes Back to Reading his Book) Here's hoping you have better luck than Roy this time around.

Roy: (Glaring at Ludwig at the Mid Distance) I cam still hear your smart ass from over here, ya- (Gets Hit in the Back of his Head By a Football Before Grumbling in the Ground) That doesn't count as bad luck, by the way!....

Ludwig: (Casually Turns to Another Page) Keep telling yourself that, Roy.

Meanwhile

Jr.: (Makes his Way to Sage While Talking Himself Out Loud) Today's today, Junior. Just talk to the girl of your possible dreams and everything will go smoothly like Luddy said. (Closes his Eyes While Chanting to Himself) You can do this, you can do this, you. CAN. DO-

Junior's running has suddenly comes to a screeching halt as he trips over a small pebble and roll himself down on a hill before coming to an eventually stop.

Jr.: ('Groans in a Bit of Pain') Why are we not in a new week yet......

????: Oh dear.

Junior opens his eyes to see his crush, Sage Robotnik, looking down at him with concern in her eyes.

Sage: Are you okay?

Jr: (Starts Blushing Slowly Before Quickly Getting Himself Up From the Ground) Yeah! (Clears his Throat Before Waving his Hair Back) I'm good. Meant to do that as part of my new attacks I'm working on, called uh.....K-Koopa Rollout! Yeah.

Sage: I see, very interesting. But please, do be more careful next time. As vibrant and pretty as this park this, there's a fair amount of hazards to be cautious of.

Jr: ('Sigh') Now you tell me.....B-But anyways! Your name is Sage Robotnik, right?

Sage: Sage Ivo Robotnik, yes. (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud Gasps Before Taking a Look at Junior In Front of Her) The green shell, slightly sharpen claws, the red and short ponytail, the impressively hand drawn bib!

Jr: (Lifts his Finger Up a Little) It's a bandana actually.

Sage: Oh right, bandana. (Quickly Bows at Junior) Apologies for my sudden change of attitude, but....are you really Bowser Jr? The youngest of the royal Koopa Family?

Jr: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) I wouldn't exactly call us the most royalist of families out there. But yeah, it's me: Bowser Jr at your service! (Smirks Smugly While Rubbing his Finger Under his Noses) I take it everyone in the Snash Family told you a lot about me?

Sage: (Smiles Brightly) Of course!~ Every time I asked your friends about you, they would always tell me how bratty and obnoxious you are.

Jr: Yea- (Eyes Starts to Widened Again) Wait, BRATTY AND OBNOXIOUS!?

Sage: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. And also full of yourself.

Jr: (Starts Gritting his Teeth and Balling his Fist Up in Pure, Fiery Angry in his Eyes) Those stupid jerkfaces.....I'll make them pay for bad-mouthing meeeeee!

Sage: (Giggles Softly)

Jr: (Hears Sage Giggling Before Turning Back to her With a Pouty Look on his Face) And what seems to be funny you, Little Miss Robotnik?

Sage: (Starts Dying Down her Giggling for a Bit) Apologies again~ I didn't mean to laugh to suddenly. Your cuteness has managed to put me a bit of a laughing fit.

Jr.: Yeah, well- Wait. Cuteness?.......(Eyes Widened Yet Again at the Realization as Bright Red Blushes Starts Appearing on Both is Cheeks) Y-Y-You think I'm cute!?~

Sage: (Happily Nodded) Mmhm. Granted, I think you're more handsome if anything, but your cuteness levels does have no bounds.

Jr: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing Right Now) Ha-Haha.....Handsome......(Suddenly Felt Something on his Forehead as the Blush Starts Disappearing) Hm? (Notices Sage Flipping her Hand on his Forehead) Uh.... What are you doing?

Sage: (Takes her Hand Away From Junior's Forehead as She Sighs in Relief) Oh thank goodness you're not coming down with a fever of any glad......

Jr: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) You think I have fever?

Sage: (Frowns a Bit Worryingly) For a while now I did. I've been wanting to properly meet you for some time now, but you would always run off before I could even say hello. So I figured you were sick this entire time. Or.....maybe that....you have little to no interest in being friends with-

Jr.: No no! Of course not! I didn't run off because I didn't like you o-or cause I was sick! (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Again) I get nervous every time I see you, so I ran and junk. Dumb I know.....

Sage: Oh you poor thing. There's nothing wrong with feeling anxious and shy.

Jr: You think so? Cause I don't think the words "shy" and "Bowser's son" should be allowed on the same sentence.

Sage: (Giggles Softly) I'm positive. It normal for anyone to get nervous when it comes to meeting someone for the very first time. But I guarantee you that talking to them will help build your confidence up immensely so long as you stay calm and vigilant.

Jr.: (Starts Nodding in Agreement) Yeah, that's true i guess. So.....does this mean you're not mad at me for chickening out into seeing you for this long?

Sage: (Happily Shakes her Head) I was never mad at you to begin with. I'm just happy we finally have the opportunity to meet one another at last, let alone spent time together, if that's alright with yo-

Jr: YES!- I-I mean! ('Clears Throat') Yeah, sure. I don't mind us hanging out or whatever.

Sage: (Smiles Brightly While Pulling Junior into a Loving Hug) Spendid!~ I'm so happy to know thar this is start of our beautiful friendship together and hope it could last forever~

Jr: (Smiles Back at his Newly Found Friend) Yeah, me too. (Starts Blushing Yet Again) Maybe we be even more than that someday........

Sage: You said something, Junior?

Jr.: (Eyes Widened at the Realization of What He Just Said Before his Blush Starts Getting Bright Red Again) NOTHING! I didn't say anything! Just that you're that you're pretty- W-W-WITH THAT HAT OF YOUS YOU'RE WEARING!

Sage: Oh you like?~ (Takes Off the Black, Wide Hat She's Wearing) Father gave me this not too long ago. He says it's always important to keep your head protected from the heated temperature outside, lest you get yourself sweaty and pass out. (Smiles Brightly) I can ask him to get a hat for you to wear as well if you like!~ Or better yet.....(Places her Hat on Top and in Between Both her and Jr's Head) We can share mines together!~

Jr: ........Cool.

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[rosemariad]

Supernatural season 13

I've heard of the widower arc that takes place during the early part of this season but geez

Dean looks so depressed – the desolation, the hopelessness. Poor Dean Bean, lost his angel yet again. You can't help but feel for the poor guy (for now…)

Then the instant 180, uno reverse this man takes in his demeanor. He's so happy Cas is back. AND having a big cowboy adventure! They're spoiling this man after the widower arc. Jack & Sam are not down for it but Dean's been so miserable they shut the fuck up.

Dean swallowing deeply when Cas quotes Tombstone – confirmation they have movie nights together (ALONE??????) if they were alone during these movie nights – they're basically dating w/o clarifying that they are actually dating – and they're coparenting, my goodness! The domestication is real!

We later find out Dean snuck a quick shot of Cas in the little cowboy hat he made him wear for the case. Wow.

But as a side note - I did NOT appreciate how shitty Dean was to Jack. He was basically abusing him verbally like WTF give the kid a damn chance - don’t make death threats to the newborn child that was literally born yesterday like the fuck #jackdefensesquad. Like anything bad that jack actually does, he’ll think back to the moments where Dean was like ‘oh he’s a monster’ ’when you go dark side, I’ll be the one to kill you’ yeah like maybe that’s what pushed him to that point. It’s no surprise Jack chooses to leave. My ass would’ve been gone. Also was Cas made aware of the threats Dean made to Jack???

They’re making it REALLY HARD to like Dean this season. MoC was bad, Demon!Dean too but evil forces were at work. This time he got no excuse — threatening at 16 yr old girl who has no one in her corner. They’re basically forcing her to help them for nothing in return. Unbelievable 🤬 And Sam, wtf? Would it kill you to stand up to your fuckin’ brother!

Anyway - Jack’s power is totally cool though.

Kaia…was killed by an alternate self? Whaaaaaat?

So this was the season they tried for the Wayward Girls? Shame it didn’t work out…like the premise is cool BUT since the main show barely give the women characters the time of day, is it any wonder that a pilot didn’t work? The showrunners only seem good with moments - but no building up of the narrative like the male counterparts AKA main cast. Also - what would be the conflict - give people a reason to keep watching the girls - their storylines seem more or less resolved - Jody has already mourned the loss of her family, its not like she became Batman or something to fight a war against criminality. Claire has also gotten past the loss of her parents (as far as we know but honestly she should’ve been part of the main narrative as her life had been directly affected by Castiel’s actions and we all know why Cas bothers to get up in the morning…anyway), Donna doesn’t seem to have anything going on - she’s divorced but over it, Alex is over her dark past, Patience is just seeming to get a hand of her abilities - like where are the stakes??? Sam and Dean had a whole quest to embark on, then they had to navigate fraternal relationship while fighting monsters all the time, slowly unraveling an overarching narrative that’s taken over their lives. Where’s that for the ladies????

I spoke too soon - Donna’s niece gets kidnapped and Doug is her boyfriend (wow totally forgot about that guy, certainly didn’t think he’d return) and once he gets turned into a vampire but cured of it, he’s done. Before he leaves Donna, he calls her a hero. Honestly, if I ended up having a partner/lover who killed dangerous supernatural creatures, I wouldn’t leave them. I’d stick by them and have them teach me a few things. Oh well. Maybe Donna will run to Jody to have a shoulder to cry on ;) I know y’all JodyxDonna shippers are out there.

Scoobynatural was fucking legendary! I loved watching Scooby doo as a kid, from when they were literal babies, to the OG episodes, to the revamp from the early 2000s, all the movies! (Zombie Island was the best!). It was a genuine delight watching the Winchesters (and Cas) cross paths with Mystery Inc. makes me wish they met Buffy and Ash from Evil Dead. That would’ve been awesome! Watching Dean say scooby dooby doo was total cringe tho :/ I love that Cas shut him down 🤣🤣

That ascot though? He’s wearing it all wrong, its supposed to be stuffed in, like how Fred wears it. And certainly not worn with plaid. SMH…

But now I totally want Supernatural as a fucking cartoon! Just like Scooby Doo - it would’ve been fucking glorious, Dean’s unhinge-able jaw, the kooky facial expressions, the comedic effects, and who knows, it would’ve given the show-runners the artistic freedom to reveal the true form of angels, namely, Castiel’s. Oh well.

Donatello is…dead? I know they said Brain dead but after Amara sucked out his soul and Cas fucked up his brain, isn’t he better off dead? Par for the course for a prophet though, sucks for him.

Funny how Rowena suddenly wants to be the good mom and try to bring her demon son back after CENTURIES of chances. Sure she may not have known what became of Fergus since she left him, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken much to find out. She just didn’t want to. Now she’s filled with regret. And Sam’s destined to murder her? And she didn’t take him out? Okay, well then I guess it’s only a matter of time until she dies😒 not this season though, she’s too useful with her witchy powers to be killed off until she serves whatever purpose is convenient 😒

Angels are almost extinct :( I know they’re meant to be seen as controlling jerks but so is Dean XD lol anyway that’s a bummer with devastating consequences cuz if there’s no angels - they said all the souls will fall to Earth and become ghosts - billions in number - yeah. If it were me I would’ve just said the souls disappear but it ain’t my show 🤷🏽‍♀️

Naomi is back and I don’t even care - I’m sorry but I just don’t care about Apocalypse world either, I feel like it’s a grand waste of time. The fact that Charlie and Bobby are there doesn’t even matter cuz it’s not them. It’s not the Charlie and Bobby we got to know before. They’re just counterparts of another world, echoes of the fallen. When Dean says I can’t lose you, dude you literally just met her. And they’re expected to what, abandon the world they were born into? The fuck?

And fuck this show for killing Kevin TWICE!!! Kevin you were too precious for this universe/multiverse, whatever.

ketch is the latest (aside from rowena) of former villains/enemies/antagonist in supernatural that's suddenly we're supposed to be sympathetic towards since they switch sides and help the winchesters for a change but what's the reason??? I feel it's a little out there that Dean especially would let ketch live after what he put his mom through but whatever. since the show runners insisted with this whole apocalypse world crap, Dean would have died without ketch's help 😑

Gabriel has returned…only to die…again…awesome. at least he got to fuck rowena before he passed away 🤣😅

Luci got fucked over hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha

Bobby x Mary, oh man John would be roaring in his grave…if he had one 🤣 [got burned to ashes in season 2], Bobby finna take his whole family, first his sons now his wife ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Luci resurrected someone? And nothing bad happened? Now tht’s a twist. I figured since he’s Satan she’d turn into a demon or something, but i guess not cuz we’re definitely not gonna see her again…

You know since I’ve seen The Boys I can see a resemblance between homelander and the devil, they both blow up in anger very similarly. When jack tells Luci, you’re not my father, he raged in a way that was eerily like Homelander would’ve. Just thought I’d point that out…

Dean lets in Alt-Michael - Oh Lord above its the apocalypse all over again (this was a cool shot though) - meanwhile what’s OG Michael doing? Is he still in the Cage with Adam? Really? You had to bring an extra Michael into this nonsense? Ok 🙄 You know if Luci had possessed Sam too, it would’ve been a wrap!

Jack is powerless…for now? This poor kid was gonna kill himself?! Honey why? Ugh I’m blaming Dean for this. He put the seed in that kid’s head he was nothing but trouble and he was going to sacrifice himself, poor baby!

Cas why would you let Dean go?!?! Too sad to follow him into battle after Dean let Alt-Michael in?

Why can’t Sam get a super powerful Big Bad kill huh? Why is it always Dean? Geez.

So the only good things to happen this season were Scooby Doo and Jack meeting Cas. Ugh, their meetup was soo cute ^_^

Welp only 2 seasons left, the last that’s over 20 episodes. Which means we only have 40 episodes to go til the end…goodie 😅

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Strange love part 10

You love hanging out with your friends and your family. But sometimes, you still have feelings for a guy who saved you.

“Hey Leo.”

“Y/n, hey!”

“How have you guys been so far?”

“So far so good.”

“Hey, where’s everyone else?”

“Oh, they went on a mission and I had to stay behind cause I wasn’t feeling too good myself.”

“Aw geez. You okay?”

“Yeah. *sneezes* actually, scratch that. Still feel under the weather.”

“I could try to take care of you. At least, until your brothers get back.”

*blushing immediately* you… you would?”

“Yeah. It’d be nice to hang around with you and take care of you at the same time.”

You head to the kitchen and started making food and water and soup for your friend.

2 hours later…

Leo got up from the couch and walked to see if you needed anything from him

“Hey y/n, everything okay back here?”

“Just a minute, baby.”

You hand him a bowl of soup

“Here, take this. I think I got it right or off. Not actually sure.”

He drinks the soup and then is surprised

“Woah. *has some more and drinks the whole thing* hey, that’s actually good. How’d you know how to make it?”

“It was just a little something i taught myself when I moved here. Feeling better?”

*looks at you and feels all warm inside*

“I am now.”

*you both started blushing while looking at each other*

“Hey, Leo!”

“Raph!”

“Wait, y/n? You made soup?”

“Oh yeah! You guys have to try this!”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and walks to the kitchen

“Thanks for the soup.”

“*sigh* you’re welcome.”

And you found out that raph saw all of that

“Wow. My brother really seems to have a thing for you.”

“yeah, I guess he does.”

Strange love part 11

Warnings: Mentions of blood, vomiting, kidnapping and angst

After the hangout with Leo, you walk your way to the lair, since you know your way around. But suddenly, you get knocked out.

You wake up in a strange place and then see that you were kidnapped by the same people. The foot clan. Those guys are the worst.

“Well well well, it seems strange to see you again.”

“What have you done with me?!”

“Not to worry, dear. What we’re about to do should be quick and painless.”

“Pfft.”

You tried to get up and walk away from them, but one of the clan members grabbed you and threw you across the ground. You tried your best to defend yourself, but they all kept on attacking you until you were coughing and wheezing in pain. You did end up throwing up a couple times, but you tried so hard not to pass out. They all looked at you as you were lying on the ground seriously injured.

“Pfft. It seems this one could try to put up a fight. No matter. At least, you won’t be prepared for THIS.”

The crazy clan leader punched you in the face and then the stomach, which gave you a broken rib. Then he threw you on the ground as you were weak and still breathing.

*laughing menacingly* “oh I’m gonna enjoy this.”

Right when he was about to punch you again, your friends came back to rescue you. Everyone. April, casey, splinter, raph, donnie, mikey, and of course, leo. They were taking down every single one of them. And you were so relieved that they came to save you, but you almost passed out. And suddenly, you get wide eyed because that stupid foot clan leader was on your friend. And that made you get so upset…

“No, y/n, stay down. You’ll only get hurt!”

“Say goodbye to your precious friend.”

*growling with anger*… get…away…from…my…friends!”

*screaming* you screamed out loud and somehow made a bright light come out. Soon after, the guys were unconscious and woke up. But to their surprise, everyone in the foot clan was knocked unconscious as well. Leo started looking around and he found you unconscious and he immediately ran to you. He checked for your pulse and luckily you were still alive.

“Y/n. Y/n, wake up. Y/n.”

Donnie ran to Leo to help you both. So did everyone else. They never seen anything like what you just did. “Donnie, you think she’ll be okay?” “She’s still alive. But we have to work together to keep her that way.”

But they were running out of time. “Leo, quick. Get a portal opened up and we’ll get her in the lair. She’s fading fast.”

Everyone was not happy with the news. So everyone jumped into the portal and was back in the lair safe and sound, almost. They quickly took you into donnie’s lab and placed you onto a bed. Donnie was checking if you had any injuries, and unfortunately it was too much to process. They all worked together to keep you with them. Gave you an oxygen mask to breathe, covered you in bandages, tried to heal your bones, everything. So the best they could try to do was wait for you to wake up.

Strange love part 12

So the best they could try to do was wait for you to wake up. It’s been a few months since the awful attack that happened. Everyone was still sad, but Leo started to blame himself for not being there with you.

“Leo, please. Your being too hard on yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I want to believe that, casey. But I just…” *sobbing*

He really broke down with this accident. Splinter was even hugging him. “It’s okay, blue. It’s gonna be okay.”

9 hours later

April and Leo were talking about how much fun he had since he met you.

“I still can’t believe that she would want to be friends with someone like us. How she would have fun with us and always be there for us and we would be there for her.”

“I know. She was a great friend of ours.”

“That’s not it. I… *blushing* I love her.”

“What?! If you loved her, why don’t you tell her?”

“I was going to, but today was a disaster! I wasn’t there when she was abducted, she got hurt because of me! Go on! Tell me I’m wrong!”

“Leo, take it easy. I know you still blame yourself for not being there, but she won’t be mad when she sees you.”

*laughing* “thanks april.”

“Guys! Get your butts into my lab! Hurry! You don’t wanna miss this!”

Everyone ran into donnie’s lab and you woke up, finally. They were all just so glad you were doing okay.

“Y/n?”

*groaning and breathing* “hey guys. Is everyone else okay?”

“Actually, you were…”

“Raph, please. Don’t. I already know.”

“How did you know how to do something like that?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really know i could do that. Guys, I think I got a power.”

“Woah.”

Unfortunately, you had to cut the conversation short. Because you had to talk to Leo about what happened that day.

“Guys, do you think you could give me and Leo a moment of privacy?”

“Sure. We’ll leave you to it.”

“Thank you.”

Everyone walked out except for Leo

[prilita]

Watching LOTR 2 something towers

Damn gandalf seem like a superhero

Ah it was a dream

Damn thought he was gonna die when he fell lol

Eating time!

Damn raining

"precious" was following them all along??

They're near the stink lands now

Man just kick that gremlin in the balls

Oh they're pulling him along like a dog

Girl precious is the only word the gremlin knows

Man that's an awful place full of rocks

Man this gremlin has split personality

Ah fuck the goop corps and the other twin shorties screentime

Wait isn't that the hooded man's amulet

Ah legolas

Damn the dwarf haha

Ah it's the goop corps headquarters again

Damn deforestation again geez. Ah fuck another forest Gon burn

Damn stop this madness innocents r innocent

Oh he's alive. The prince guy whom I called the worst

Oh no there's this shitty advisor. Kill him.

Oh no what the

Go Legolas go!

The trees need to fight back

Oh no the twins Gon be feasted upon

Yikes they ate their own man. Ok goop corps

Damn legolas flared

Oh thankfully they're allies

Wait what the twins r dead??

Oh wait. Oh wow how can he read the ground like that.

O fuck no.

Wait what. The tree is alive. Cute

Oh thanks gollum

Aw yuck. Swamp.

Damn the boys r famished.

They're eating a lil.

Yikes. Gollum get your head in the game

Yuuuck. Dead faces in the waterrr

Eughhhhh frodo get outta there

Geez how can u sleep there.

Wait eughh don't stroke the ring

Ohhhhh smeagle? Smeagol?

Oh no there's goop riders

Phew

Yayy legolas and co r in the forest

Oh it's the old as balls meme

Yes bbg preach

White wizard who

Ohhh gandalf. He had a glow up

Legolas bbg smiled

Char it's a pretty horse. Go girls!

Thank god the twin hobbits r safe

Oh they're finally @ Mordor(?)

Ah fuck sam fell

Damn that was smart of frodo

Wakey wakey twinsies

Well damn you guys r stupid

Ah fuck phew. Tree guy pick up your puppies

Legolas and co again. Guys can you go faster bc the hobbits r @ Mordor now. Geez.

Mlady how r u

Geeeeeeeeeeeee gross snake guy. DONT TOUCH HER EWWWWWW. Walk away girl go

Ah damn the flag

Damn no sharps allowed inside

Damn is this Gon be another. Ah another brawl.

Geepers. Old man creepy.

Wait what

Oh phew

Kill the snake

Eugh.

Man. Burial time

Omg the kids

Yikes the king they saved is retreating

"you stink of horse" BWHAHAH

Swing it girl

She's so right for that. "What do you fear" "a cage"

Oh no frodo

Geezus. Smeagol is monologuing

Cook it boy

Damn it frodo where r u again

Ah fuck there's another of the goop corps again

Omg your food!!

Damn dead guy looks like an actor in my country

Damn dwarf storytelling

Taste like shit but enjoy it man or else

Weed bunt time

Another kiss scene again geez. So long too

Yikes. They breaking up

Why is the fellowship wasting time with an ally who gave up on them

Well FUCK war was inevitable

Damn kill it legolas

Shit now people r panicking

Shoot bbg legolas shoot

Damn actually it's ok that legolas and co were with rohan

Dwarf man's balls crushed

Oh fuck he fell in the cliff

Oh wait a gooper is talking

Ah shit he fell into the to the river

Damn they helped fight and this king won't even lend at least one man to look for aragorn???

Oh thank god the siblings were reunited with their mother

Ah fuck the snake should have been killed

Man it's the goop corps again

Man aragorn just swimming

Oh it's the horse they let go in the first movie lol

Why is her fathers hairline so far

What language is that

Where is she going

Oh fuck

What's happening to frodo now

Pangea ass map bro

Tell frodo the news bro

Ohh the worst guy to die second was actually from a different kingdom. Yikes their dad is an angry one.

Ohh this is a flashback maybe?

Oh no. Hey wake up sam

It's smeagol. Come on smeagol

Oh no. They didn't have to beat him up

Ohhh that scene. "My precious"

Oh fuck the brother knew about frodos ring. Damn pls help man.

Oh fuck

Oh yeah he's alive.

Legolas bbg

Woh shit. Prep by nightfall man

Yikes. Emo king going to battle. "We are alone"

Tree ppl pls help

Let the princess fight

"*speaks elvish*" you r so right bbg legolas

My god theyre using child soldiers

It's the plants congregation. They speak so slow lol

Encourage us bbg legolas

Whoah what's that. Go elves go!

Dwarf guy always joking lol

Eurgh it's gonna be a mucky war. Where is dwarf guys allies?

Oh wait I remember they were killed

Ah fuck the women and children

Ah fuck the goop corps sound like pigs. Yikes they crawl like ants

Tree congress pls go you're late.

Well FUCK the wall is busted open now

How long is this war gonna play out

Tree congress pls

Oh no bbgs fam been slain

Legolas how is he doing in this stupid war

The hobbits outsmarted the trees lol

Anyway will the army that's taking frodo help out

Ah fuck they been bombed whilst frodo is high

Damn they're Gon get cornered

Almost forgot Abt gandalf lol

And whoah fuck a good throw from the trees

Ohh that tower Gon get drenched

Evil wizard just looking everywhere like =0

Oh no frodo shit fuck shit

Come on frodo don't kill your husband Sam

Yayyy set them free

Kill them, trees

Weed break

"I heard the staff are very good" lol

Girl quality kitchen in the goop corps

Alright smeagol will definitely lead them right now

Aww husband to husband talk frodo and sam

Come on smeagol tf

[harmonyckrs]

DAY 13 of Twisted Strangetown: Two Birds, One Drone

THE PREVIOUS DAY

*BZZT. ZOOM.*

Melody: There is he. That motherfucker, chilling inside of that house.

Melody: Now would be a perfect time to kill him. Flo never requested it, but she did say to make sure he was silent, and quite frankly, I'm not in the mood to fly this drone 24/7 just to keep an eye on him.

Melody: Three, two-

Lola: CHLOE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FLY DRONES AROUND THE HOUSE AGAIN!

*CRASH*

Melody: What the fuck! Someone just knocked my drone down?...I guess I'll have to call Zephyr to get it for me...

*RING*

Zoya: (Melody's calling me?...I'm just going to ignore that for now.)

Harper: So, Kristen. What do you think? Do you want to avenge Erin's death and take out the Smiths for us?

Kristen: I mean...how do I know you two aren't lying? And they're all super sweet! I really don't think it's them...how do I know it's not one of you two who killed Erin, huh?

Harper: I hacked into the SCIA's security system and I was able to get documents. They go into a lot of detail about Erin's death, though...Mr. Smith was not easy on her...I can't bear to describe it, but I can find the documents and read out the-

Kristen: NO! It's fine. I'll...figure something out. But what do you two get out of this?

Harper: Well, Erin was a beloved friend of ours! It's so rare to find someone that I can talk about crystals and stuff with.

Zoya: Yeah, and we used to do yoga together.

*RING RING*

Zoya: (Geez, Melody, calm down. Whatever you're calling for can't be that urgent.)

Kristen: Okay...sounds fair to me.

Zoya: Great! Now, if you excuse me, I have a phone call I need to take...

Melody: Yo. Gilbert. I need you to do me a favor.

Gilbert: Yes? What's going on?

Melody: Someone broke my drone that I was going to use to kill Lazlo, but I just came to an epiphany about something. You know that gay wedding order you got?

Gilbert: The one from Lazlo's brother?...oh! Listen, Melody. I get what you're doing, but that's going to be a no from me. It'd be really bad for business, and I don't want to kill any more people than I need to.

Melody: Are there no modification requests or anything?

Gilbert: Yes, but it's only for lactose intolerance. That won't kill them, and it'll still be bad for business.

Melody: Ugh.

Gilbert: Besides, I don't like tampering with my father's recipes. If I don't follow them to a T, I'll burn the venue down. And that's going to be even worse for business.

Melody: Ugh! You're so boring.

Gilbert: Can't you just get the drone repaired? Or ask Flo. She's going to be at the wedding too because they ordered flower arrangements.

Melody: (Flo, Jenny and Lazlo in the same place, huh?...I've got to find a way to get inside! I don't want to miss out on all of the drama that's going to come out of that!)

Melody: (Now to call Zephyr again...)

Crystal: And then he said he was removing everyone's plus one just so I couldn't be able to attend the wedding! It's like I live rent free in his head!

Abhijeet: Wow, he seems like a bitch!

Crystal: But jokes on him, because while he's busy with his wedding planning and hosting his shitty wedding party, I'm going to break into Circe's house and get my one million dollars!

Abhijeet: You go, girl! I hope his wedding's as shitty as he is!

Lazlo: !!!

Crystal: Totally! He's genuinely one of the worst people I've ever met, and his boyfriend is even worse! They're basically perfect for each other.

Lazlo: >:(

Crystal: Dude, you don't need to ride-or-die for your family anymore. I haven't talked to mine in ages, and I'm doing great!

Abhijeet: Mine are all dead!

Crystal: Exactly! And since I'm the only child, I still get to inherit all of SimCity once my dad eventually passes over! I know fully well he's not going to hand it back to the people.

Crystal: Anyway Lazlo, what was it you were trying to tell me?...a note?...alright. Let me see...you want me to help you reverse the curse? I can't help you with that. Just kill two people like she requested.

Lazlo: ?!

Crystal: Oh, right. Yeah, Abby and I were at her house when she was cursing you and we heard everything...stop giving me that face! I'm not happy about Jenny being killed either, but there's nothing we can do.

Abhijeet: Yeah! Absolutely no-

*CREAK*

Crystal: (Shoot! Zephyr and Harper are here early! I'll just...throw something at him real quick so it looks like we're fighting!)

Crystal: Haha! Gotcha! Water balloon fight!

Abhijeet: That's, um, hilarious, Crystal! Torment him more!

Harper: Ooh! I wanna go next! I have so many objects in my purse.

Zephyr: Let's not. We'll have to clean up the mess after, and you know how Flo is about that...and besides, should Lazlo really be here after what he did last meeting?

Abhijeet: Chill out. What's he going to do, tell people?

Zephyr: He already did! Melody told me he was using paper.

Crystal: Oh. Well...I guess we can talk about it more after the meeting.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[harveyhawkscripts]

[A4A] Holiday Party Breakdown Comfort [Jock Speaker] [Shy Listener] [Comfort] [Mini Script] [12 Days of Scriptmas]

Google Doc

Usage:

- Okay for monetization

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: The listener, a shy college student, is nervous about going home for the holidays to their judgemental family. The speaker, the jock party host, finds them crying and tries to help them feel better. 

Key:

[SFX and Action]

Break - Listener response

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 572

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[Music, people chattering; party noises]

JOCK

Whoo! Go, Badgers! Hey Seth, great playing tonight! Yeah, man, drink up!

Ladies, happy holidays! How are the refreshments hitting?

Awesome. Make sure you try the cheese dip. Seth made it, and it’s mwah! Chef’s kiss.

Hey –! Oh.

(Worried) Oh, oh man. You’re crying. This is a holiday party, no one should be crying. What’s up?

Hey, c’mon, you can tell me. Was it a boy? You want me to beat ‘em up for you?

Not a boy. Um, is it finals? If you totally bombed, I know some students who are great tutors. Amy helped me pull my biology grade up to a B. I could put in a good word for you.

It’s not that either, huh? Then what’s got you so upset? This is supposed to be a happy time.

You’re going back home for the holidays? And that’s a bad thing?

Aw, geez. That really bites, bud. But I understand. I mean, my mom is great, but my dad…

Yeah, I know what it’s like to not feel accepted.

Why don’t you just stay here, then? I mean, they can’t really make you go, can they?

So, you want to be there for your siblings? I get that. I have two brothers and I wouldn’t want to leave them alone on the holidays. But still, parents can be harsh.

Wow, that’s a big family! Are you sure you’ll be okay?

Aw man, bad question. Hey, it’s alright. C’mere, do you want a hug?

Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.

(To another partygoer) Yeah, man. They’re cool, just give us a few minutes.

(To listener) No way, you’re not bringing the party down. He was just concerned. Come on, how about we move somewhere with less people. Wanna go to my room?

I promise, I’m not getting fresh with you. We can leave the door open if that would make you more comfortable.

Alright, sounds good.

[Party noise dies down as they move rooms]

There, that’s better. Now we can just chill. Do you want a blanket?

Here you go, let me wrap you up… There.

Don’t be sorry. This is my party, so I’m responsible for my guests having a good time. That includes you, bud.

 Why did I invite you? Because you always look so lonely, and you never go to any of the campus functions. I only ever see you when you’re in class or working in the library. I figured you could use some down time and good company. I didn’t misread the situation, did I? I would feel bad if you just wanted to be left alone but I, like, forced you to come to my party.

(Relieved) You did? Well, there’s still time to enjoy it, if you’re up for it.

You’re still worried about going home? Maybe I can help with that. Here, hand me your phone.

There. Now you have my number. You can text me over the break whenever you want, that way you’ll have some support while dealing with your parents. Sound good?

Awesome. Feeling a bit better now?

That’s what I like to hear. So, how about we head to the snack table? You look like you could use a soda, and I have got to get some of that cheese dip before it’s gone.

No problem, bud. Now come on, the night is still young. There’s still plenty of party left!

END

[liopleurodean]

Season 4, Episode 18: The Monster At The End Of This Book

I have no idea what this episode is about but the episode title is a reference to my favorite book as a kid so I already know it's gonna be fun

Is that Chuck???

Hey, nice shirt

I would have fun in there

Oh my goodness

They really don't

Oh I already love this episode

Sam and Dean!

This is gold

Oh geez, not the romance novel cover

Sam knows

Dean's reading the Cassie one!

That's whack

Ends season 3, then

Sure

Oh, man

This was supposed to be a message to fans. Obviously it didn't work

I kinda want that poster

Dr Sexy 💀

Dean. Come on

That is so true

This is kind of awkward

We know, Dean

Of course not!

1967 Chevy Impala, baby!

Sam's birthday

174!

It's a tie: Ramblin' On, and Traveling Riverside Blues (both Led Zeppelin)

(yes I do know this episode now)

Dean is so over this

Yeah, he can tell

This is fun

The tribulations of a writer

Yeah, okay

Not possible

Not even close

I wish they were real

That's an oxymoron

Nope

Exactly

Right! Because it's actually them

Fair enough

*clears throat* well

Barely

Stop talking

Yeah

Please stop

Facts

Dean reads Vonnegut? Yeah, that tracks

Plot twist!

That would be wild

Okay, Dean

Nice

What is happening

Of course! Because Dean never likes it

Oh man

That's just weird

She's a demon, she can be what she wants

Passion, Dean.

Writers wish it was that easy

This is whack

Nice

Yeah, that's a pretty bad chapter

What happened to Baby?

Well that's not good

Something's not gonna let that happen

Yikes

Oh Dean, I'm sorry

What's that supposed to mean?

This is horrifying

This is sacrilege

Dean, no

I knew it. He would never

Ooh, not the only nice car in town

Hey what do the bedspreads look like?

Oh, Baby I'm sorry

Okay

I don't like this

Baby!

Ouch

Well crap

You have so little faith in your brother

Liar

Probably not

Ohhh

THE BAND-AIDS

BABY NOOOOOO

HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO YOU

Wow, thanks

Cas!

Mm, something like that

Cas reads it?

Like Metatron?

Oh, that's a scary thought

That- okay

Right

Well great

Come on, Team Free Will

THE BLANKETS MATCH

Sam.

There's 68 books now: they added 1 and 2 Winchester

We do! But you don't

You're being stupid, Sam

Is he praying?

Good for him

It really is

Something something free will

That is true

Probably blasphemy

That's not a good choice

Well that's foreboding

Dean's got a plan

Thanks Cas!

Yup!

Just roll with it

Yeah, that's fair

I think Dean would win

There she is

Worth a shot

Dang it

That's one way to put it

This isn't gonna end well

I don't know what she expected

7 billion

Ouch

Dang it, Sam

That explains it

That's fun

This is great

I honestly can't believe it worked

Yup

That's true

...Sam?

Interesting

That is unfortunately true

That's horrifying

[kithtaehyung]

personalllyyy I want the balcony bit of fireworks from yoongi's pov :) -🌷

hello yes flower, it seems that you have come over here just to hurt me.

3tan drabble: fireworks (balcony), yoongi pov genre: angst wc: 965

“I see someone started the year off right.”

Yoongi figured you were going to say something. Every time he spotted you around the cul de sac after the first countdown, he could tell something was off. Whether that was because of his kiss, or something else, he couldn't take seeing you that way after witnessing you smile the way you did.

“I dunno,” is how he responds, walking over to the railing and wanting to tell you how it went down. Why he wants to do so, he doesn't want to think about too hard. “She damn near ripped my tongue out.”

Your response is immediate and free of any hard feelings. “I don’t blame her. Yours is annoying.”

“Wow.”

He sees a glass being held out for him to toast, and he looks at you before you yell,

“Here’s to a happy fuck last year!”

What did you just say?

“Oh, fuck. I meant—I meant the whole year, not like… Umm.”

Oh. Wow. You really don't know how endearing you are. Yoongi can only laugh before politely toasting. “Happy fuck last year.”

As he takes his swig, he covertly catches you turning to watch the fireworks going off around the blocks, eyes instantly as bright as every single one of them.

Fireworks were never Yoongi's thing. Not just because they're dangerous and sound like something else that can seriously injure people, but they're also way too loud for his tastes.

But up here, far away from the action but still able to watch all the light shows, he's found that they're nice to watch from a distance.

A small sound of excitement pops beside him, drawing his eyes to your completely awestruck form a few feet away.

Do you even know how you look right now? Do you even know he's there anymore? To him, you look lost in your own little world, and he can't help but want to keep you there forever.

“It’s so weird how you can love something you’re afraid of.”

Stilling, Yoongi blinks before turning back to watch the rooftops.

Is he supposed to say something? What does he even say to that? Why does he feel something in his chest?

There's one thing he can default to, though, and his friend is to thank for that. The two of you really are similar. “Geez, you talk just like your brother.”

Your voice is soft when you respond, but still as crisp as the cold night air, “I mean, I dunno. I just think it’s interesting. I love fireworks, but apparently I am terrified of them.”

Yoongi instinctively drinks from his bottle again, wondering what to say as he places it on the railing in front of him. He can relate to your sentiments at surface level, but there's something else in your words that has him contemplative, too. Something he's been thinking about for awhile and hasn't exactly acknowledged.

He thinks he'll give away more than what he's asking, but he says fuck it and does so anyways.

“So you like the idea of them but not the real thing?”

And luckily for him, you don't catch on. Good.

“I guess so. Weird, right?”

No. It's not weird at all. But he wants to choose his words carefully as he stares at the sparkling sky in front of him.

He's glad that he decided to come up here for some peace and quiet after getting jumped multiple times for New Years kisses. No matter how much fun he seemingly had tonight, being up here - with you - will be what he remembers the most.

“Who cares if it’s weird,” he finally responds. “If you love it, that’s just facts.”

You don't respond to him after that, but the people shouting about the next countdown don't allow much more conversation anyway.

“I should go," you say, the sad lilt to your voice not getting past him.

But, dutifully, he lets you. “Yeah.”

“Have a good new year, Yoongi. See you around.”

Well, the moment was nice while it lasted. Besides, he can't have you all to himself for that long. Not at all, in fact. Stuffing cold hands into his jacket, he turns to watch you leave. “Same. See ya.”

After you slide the door shut, Yoongi turns back to the pops of color steady lighting up the neighborhood. 

But, somehow, it’s not as nice to watch anymore. 

It can’t be that simple, can it? It felt perfect when you were standing there, and now it doesn’t? What the hell does that even mean? 

His eyes flicker to where you were before, like doing do would bring you back again so he could have you to himself for a whole lot longer. 

Goddamn it. 

He shouldn’t be having these feelings, especially for you. How were you able to get under his skin so easily? Are these feelings even gonna last? They are outright terrifying—

Terrifying.

Swiping your glass that you left on the railing, Yoongi makes his way to the door that he knows you haven’t left yet. Because of course you haven’t. Your attraction to him is blatantly obvious to him, and the fact that you proved a bit put out by his kiss only served to prove his thoughts. 

When you see him behind the sliding door, he simply watches you, telling himself not to do exactly what the fuck he’s thinking about doing. 

But as he slides it open, Yoongi does it with purpose, his urge to make you happy trumping the logical side of his brain.

“I left my d—”

“Fireworks scare the shit outta me, too.”

And it’s the truth. 

As he finally kisses someone of his own volition that night, he hopes to any higher power that you don’t get what he really means. 

-

-

-

a/n: flower i hope you’re happy with yourself. because why???? why??

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[adarlingwrites]

Leave it to the Wind

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

Words: 9343

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

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

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

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

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

I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You needed a good fuck.

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

They finally got you to say yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps it’s just your imagination.

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

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

Twins?

“Crispin! Meet our friend! This is…”

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

Merciful Bathala, they’re gorgeous.

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

Are these people even human?

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

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

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

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

“What’ll it be, kid?” he asks.

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

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

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, wait!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hannah left her behind too,” Crispin adds.

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

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

You don’t remember anything after that.

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

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

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

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

“I… um… good morning?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Translations for non-Filipino speaking folks:

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

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

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

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

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

II

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

Warnings: brief scene of sexual harrassment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Basilio’s isn’t any better.

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

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

They’re definitely himbos.

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

Or both.

Both?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or both of them?” Hannah adds.

“Gaga, nothing like that happened.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what happened last night?” Amie asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The teasing never stopped after that.

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have to?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you dare look down on me.”

“Already doing that, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The giant puts his glamor back on and skulks away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet somehow, the conversation never livened up.

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

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

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

“Do you boys wanna talk about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

Now the decision rests in your hands.

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

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

“Anywhere private.”

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

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

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

Translations for non-Filipino speakers:

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

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

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

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

III

Author’s Notes:

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

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

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

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

Curse his choice of words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh.”

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

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

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

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

“I like the two of you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- uh…”

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

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

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

“Same here.”

Damn it all.

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

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

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

“Not at all.”

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

“Kuya’s right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Basilio pauses to address you. “Describe them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheeks burning, you give them a curt nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Basilio, got any lube?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now you’re really caught in the middle.

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

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

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

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

“Hey, kuya. Hold her up.”

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

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

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

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

“Crispin! Basilio!”

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

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

“So,” Basilio says. “One more round?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right.”

The Twins stare at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure. Be gentle. And use a condom.”

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

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

“Good girl,” Basilio says.

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you ask with concern.

“We’re out of condoms.”

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

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

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

His cock twitches at your last suggestion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Basilio! Crispin!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, who’s better?”

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

Thank Bathala that they did.

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

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

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

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

Breakfast with their bossing is filled with a mortifying quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. See you two next week.”

Translations for non-English speakers:

tropa: ground of friends. People you chill with

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

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