#mah HEART flips at that

[sassycheesecake]

Giggling like a lovesick teen, you intertwine your hands with your husband Osamu Miya, as you try to walk up the path that leads to your house.

The black-haired man just shakes his head with a smile at your silly antics, happy to be home after you just came back from a much needed date night, leaving Atsumu in charge to watch your triplets.

As soon as you enter your suspiciously dark house, you flip on the lights and hear a mix between a hiss and a groan.

You and Osamu look at each other and make the way to the living room where you find the babysitter.

You frown in confusion when you spot your brother-in-law, Atsumu Miya just waking up apparently from his nap on your living room couch, the TV still running on a random show he probably fell asleep to.

As soon as the blonde spots you, he stretches on the couch and greets you.

"Hey (Y/N), hey bro. How was date night?" The Setter gets up, stretches some more and makes his way over to you.

"Pretty good. Food was fantastic and wine amazing. How were the little troublemakers?" Osamu asks in return, taking off his jacket and hanging it up over the coat rack.

When Osamu talks to his brother, you’re making your way up the stairs, opening the room slowly to make sure your children are sleeping.

The door opens wider and you expected to hear quiet snores.

You don’t.

Turning on the lights, just to see all three beds empty, you feel your anxiety and fear taking over in your brain.

You hope this is just a bad dream, a nightmare.

There is just no way that Atsumu seriously lost your kids.

Walking down the stairs carefully, each step feels heavy and there’s a silent storm raging inside of you.

"Atsumu." You stand in the entryway of the living room again and Osamu frowns in concern at your panicked expression.

"Hmm?" He puts on his jacket as he turns to you.

"Where are the triplets?" You ask with a hint of fear.

"In bed? As they should? I put 'em down myself." Atsumu states like it should be super obvious.

You try to breathe slowly as your panic starts to settle in, while Osamu comes over to you to hold you.

"I just went to check on them. All three beds are empty. I couldn’t find them anywhere upstairs." You’re completely sober now, panic rushing in like a speed train as you tell Osamu about what you discovered upstairs.

"What?!" The twins say synchronized, both voices filled with panic.

"Keisuke? Kaito? Kaori?" Osamu calls out for your children, looking around everywhere, along with you and Atsumu.

Around ten minutes later, the three of you still haven’t found them. And you’re ready to call the police.

You already have your phone in your hand, pacing around and the number dialed ready when you hear Atsumu and Osamu in a very heated argument.

"Ya seriously couldn’t stay up til we're back?! It’s barely 9 pm!" Osamu begins to yell, when he sees your scared expression and your pacing, he stops his loud voice and quickly comes to your side to calm you down.

"Baby? It’ll be okay. 'M sure they’re okay, I already called sum of mah old teammates they are looking for them." He brushes away some of your incoming tears and his heart breaks at the sight. He can murder his brother later, right now all he should focus on is you and your three missing rascals.

Before your panic attack AND heart attack begin to grow even more, the front door opens and the eldest of the triplets walks in, Kaito looking extremely guilty. Two more familiar faces follow, Keisuke looking extremely tired and one very happy Kaori as she holds the hand of none other than Shinsuke Kita.

"I found them outside on my way home. They were hungry and went to the store down the street." Kita explains calmly as he looks at you and the adult twins.

He looks concerned at yours and Osamu’s expressions, lastly looking at the blonde twin who looks as guilty as his nephew.

When your children see you in your distressed state, they rush over to you. You hug them in a tight embrace, crying with relief that your babies are okay and unharmed.

With one last scolding look to Atsumu, who freezes in fear, Kita leaves your house.

You have calmed down and Osamu breathes out a big sigh of relief and talks to his children in a quiet yet firm voice.

"Up to bed, you three. Mum and I will be up in a few minutes. We need to have a few words with yer uncle."

As soon as Osamu and you see the three figures vanish from his sight, he turns to his twin, fury burning in his eyes.

"Yer officially scratched off the babysitter list." Osamu growls at his brother.

"WHAT? Oh come on! It was just one little mistake! I have been watchin' 'em since they were this big and nothing ever happened!" Atsumu forms his hands into a cat-like-size round shape as he tries to justify himself.

"Ya were sleepin' instead of watchin'! They are only 6!" Osamu steps closer to his twin and you begin to fear that your husband is about to commit fratricide.

"Okay let’s all calm down." You managed to calm down a bit and now it’s time to calm the situation down in general.

"Don’t tell me ta calm down! I am about to murder this asshole!" Osamu sees red as he charges for his brother and you move yourself in between them, protecting Atsumu even though he fairly deserves the beat up of his twin brother.

"Samu. They’re okay. That’s all that matters." You stand your ground even though your husband is fairly much taller than you.

Osamu keeps his furious gaze on his twin and you stay in front of him, not standing down.

"Atsumu, go home. We’ll talk about this another time." You tell the blonde and he doesn’t fight you on it, just leaves in a hurry and is soon out of the door.

Osamu paces back and forth, running his fingers through his raven hair repeatedly.

"Samu."

He doesn’t stop pacing but he stopped running his fingers through his hair.

"Osamu." The chef finally stops and looks at you and you’re shocked to see tears in his eyes. Whether it’s out of relief or anger, you don’t know.

Last time he cried was when you were in labor, having a complicated birth due to having a risky pregnancy by carrying the triplets.

"They are okay. No one was harmed, and Kita found them. They are home with us, calm down my love." You press your forehead against his and the former Wing Spiker shudders at the action, holding you tightly against him and he feels himself relaxing at the sound of your voice and your warm embrace.

"But what if he hadn’t found them? What if someone kidnapped them, or they got lost? Or-" He rambles on, tears running down his cheeks that you wipe away with a cautious but tender touch, as he did for you earlier.

"It’s okay, they’re okay. They’re kids, Samu. They will make mistakes in the future and we’re going to help them. To realize those mistakes and be there for them. Let's have a talk with them now and go to bed. It’s been a stressful evening and all of us now need the rest." You smooth out his messy hair, giving him an encouraging smile.

Osamu returns your smile slightly and agrees with you.

A little bit later after a talk with your children, Osamu lays on your shared bed, eyes open as you sleep deeply.

Kaori, Keisuke and Kaito sleep in between the two of you, spread out like star fish. Kaito is physically closest to his father and the young boy with the same dark black hair as his father cuddles closer to his chest, a happy sigh escaping his little mouth with a smile.

Osamu's heart warms at the action of his son, pulling him closer to let out a happy sigh himself and finally falls asleep with his family of five in bed, a smile resting on his face as well.

[zeke-fanfucs]

New series: Modern AU

3/6

It’s mahatma! And Attila.. and drum roll 🥁

SIBREN!!!

@soup-sloth I love them. They are my canon ship.!

Code: Lunchbox

The fluorescent lights above buzzed with the passive aggression of a gremlin with a taser.

Mahatma sat with a clipboard in one hand, eyes flicking tiredly across the barely-legible chicken scratch that passed as patient notes. He let out a sigh so long and dead inside, it could’ve qualified for a residency of its own.

Across the staff room, Attila sat slumped against the wall with an ice pack slapped to his cheek, scowling like it personally owed him money.

“I swear,” Attila grumbled through gritted teeth, “if one more intern says the Q-word again, I’m gonna flip this entire building.”

Mahatma didn’t look up. “It wasn’t even an hour after that when the guy started singing ‘Ave Maria’ while trying to lick the oxygen tank.”

Attila jabbed a finger at him. “You should be sitting down.”

“You’re sitting down,” Mahatma pointed out, eyes still on the clipboard.

“We’re nine hours in, and I’ve watched you write an entire essay on a patient chart with bleeding eyes like it’s a Sudoku puzzle.”

“His condition was like a Sudoku puzzle.”

“Mah. Sit. Down.”

Mahatma blinked, looked at him with a face that said “sir I am operating solely on willpower and spite”… and then his phone buzzed.

He glanced at it. Then stared. Then smiled—gently, like light breaking through hospital grime.

Sibren 💚:

“Took my lunch break early. Made something for my smarty-pants medical boyfriends 💕🍱”

[Attached image: neatly packed lunchbox—divided into sections with rice balls shaped like tiny bears, crispy tofu hearts, grilled veggies, and a small note that said: “Eat. Or I tell your boss you cried during that nature doc again.”]

Mahatma let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a wheeze.

“He’s on his way.”

Attila perked up like a half-conscious cat. “With food?”

“With lunch and judgment.”

Attila immediately tried to fix his hair, still holding the ice pack.

“Tell him I was cool about getting decked by that dude. And that I didn’t yell at that intern for saying ‘quiet.’”

“You yelled.”

“You also yelled!”

“I yelled supportively.”

Before Attila could start a full-on sibling bicker match, the door creaked open.

In stepped Sibren: short, confident, wearing a little flour-dusted apron over his hoodie, and holding two thermoses like weapons of mass affection. His metal fang glinted when he smiled.

“Guess who brought vitamins in the form of food and passive-aggressive love?”

Attila immediately reached for the lunchbox like a man in the desert.

“You’re a gift. A menace. A feeding cryptid, and I love you.”

Mahatma stood, finally—stiff and exhausted—but leaned into Sibren’s shoulder with a hum.

“You’re late. I almost died.”

“You say that every time.” Sibren handed him his container, then pressed a kiss to his temple. “Eat. Hydrate. Or I start throwing carbs directly at your patients.”

Mahatma’s eyes fluttered. “I’d allow it.”

Attila sat down beside them, already halfway through a bear-shaped rice ball. “One of the nurses called us ‘the terrifying power polycule’ today.”

Sibren beamed. “We are.”

The three of them sat in the too-small break room, surrounded by medical files, stress, and the smell of fried tofu.

For a moment—it was quiet.

(But not the cursed Quiet. Just the good kind.)

[friendlyrandomperson]

Nice to meet you again.

Part Thirty! This is just very silly.

The two men stand dumbstruck, mouths agape before they speak up at the same time.

“What?!” “I beg yer pardon?”

“Mister Dear will be taking Juliet’s role.”

Both men’s faces flush red, burning as their hearts beat quicker than either believed was possible. Frank paces back and forth, side to side, head spinning.

Eddie rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“There’s a month left before the show, I’m gonna mess everythin’ up…”

“Miss Sally, I hate ta be a bother, but are you sure this is a.. good idea? There’s only a month left an’ I don’t know—“

“Nonsense, Dear! We already have your costume set up.”

“What now?”

~~~~

“Oh- Hold still!”

“Miss Sally, you’re cough you’re puttin’ powder in mah eye-“

“If you can do a better job, then show me.”

A slight pause follows before Eddie hesitantly takes the puff away from Sally and wipes the mess off of the counter, taking a makeup wipe and getting the powder off of his face.

Fanning his face to dry it off, he turns to Sally.

“Go ahead an’ take a seat, I’ll show ya how.”

So, with Sally in the seat next to him, Frank sitting on the couch nearby, and Julie sitting on top of the trunk with the wigs, Eddie shows them all how to properly apply makeup.

💄

“Wait, you’re supposed to dab it?” Sally says, clearly surprised by this new information.

Eddie chuckles, dabbing the brush into the blush before flipping his wrist and tapping the handle against his wrist as he speaks.

“Yeah, spreadin’ the stuff makes it leave lil’ lines all over the place. Makes the foundation mess up too.”

Eddie lifts the brush and dabs his face, adding a soft rosy tint on top of the foundation that has covered his natural look.

“An’ there ya have it.”

Eddie sets down the makeup, crosses his left leg over his right at the knee and rests his hands, right on top of the left, on his left knee, spinning around to let Julie and Frank see the final look.

Frank’s cheeks turn crimson, eyes widening in awe at the sight.

His purple eyeshadow is replaced with a coat of white glitter, his lips given a soft red color. A small eyeliner wing enhances his eyes.

He wears a baby blue gown that shimmers whenever the light hits the surface, draped over his body beautifully and moving gracefully with each movement Eddie makes. The sleeves are loose, peasant style. The skirt reaches the middle of his calves, a beautiful balloon skirt. Fiery red Hollywood waves fall on his shoulders, finding their place against his upper back, framing his face, neck, shoulders, so perfectly.

“He looks so beautiful.”

The words never quite reach his lips, they do not need to. His eyes speak for him, a language in which words can never suffice. Maybe if he looks long enough the sight will stay, he will hold it the same way the other man held him. Close to his heart, safely.

All Frank manages is a quivering thumbs up and a small smile, which is reciprocated by Eddie and causes Frank’s head to spin.

“Woah!!”

Eddie stands, running over and cupping Frank’s head in his hands, accidentally holding it sideways and placing his hand over the smaller man’s mouth and nose.

“Is he wearing perfume?”

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, lemme just-“

He rotates Frank’s head to face him, holding his cheeks in his hands.

“There ya go! All better.”

Just as Eddie is about to let go, Frank places his hands on his own cheeks as if trying to hold his head in place.

“You alright?”

“My head hasn’t stopped and if I do not hold it, it may continue to spin at a faster speed than before.”

“You need me ta keep doin’ this?”

“Please do not it will make it worse.”

“Alrighty then!”

Eddie lets Frank’s head go carefully, making sure the other has a good grip on his head before pulling away.

“Ooo~!”

Frank loses his grip immediately, his head whirring and his face a blur.

“JuLiIiIiEeEeEeE!!!!!!!”

Through the wind in his ears, Frank can hear Julie and Sally howling with laughter, Eddie snickering quietly and clearly restraining himself from laughing louder.

“OhH, wHaT wIlL i EvEr Do WiTh YoU?”

[loupy-mongoose]

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(Banished to the long dimension lol)

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The two felines teleported into the mountains northeast of Lavender Town.

Akoya looked around for a moment, before pointing happily. Ah! There! Smiling, Lav followed her mother as she floated over to a crevasse in the cliff wall.

She was startled to find the entry blocked by a green bubble.

As soon as she noticed it, however, it burst.

Sisiiiiiii!!!!

Suddenly she was charged by a tiny, peach-colored pompom.

In her astonishment, Lav did a backwards flip in the air, propelled by the unexpected force. Hahaha ha ha ha ha! Momo! Hey, Lil Sis! She ruffled the little Mew's head, sending them both into a giggling fit.

Sisiii!

Lav looked toward to cave entrance to see Midas crouched there, staying away from the edge but watching her longingly. Persim hovered protectively close, watching his little nephew carefully. Akoya approached the two and scooped Midas up. Lav felt a pang as she realized how big he had gotten. It's a good thing Momo can fly now.

The small collection of Mews gathered into the cave, which was barely big enough to fit their biggest member comfortably.

Before he could say anything, Lav managed to snatch her uncle up in a hug.

Hhgh!?

Sorry, Uncle Perzi. I know you're not really into hugs. But I'm so happy to see you!

I-It's fine! Just this once, for you, Lavvy. His voice was strained as he fought the urge to teleport away.

Soon Lav released him, and noticed Midas looking up at her with big, pleading eyes.

Instead of hugging him, she crouched down and wrapped her tail and arms around him. Hi, Midas. It's good to see you, too!

The little Mew gave her a lick on the cheek, startling Lav and melting her heart. She pulled him into a gentle squeeze, being careful to not overwhelm him.

Beside her, little Rosemary poked her face out of her daddy's pelt. Mee?

Hello, Rosie~! Lav carefully held her finger toward her. The little red Mew dabbed it with her nose before disappearing back into her orange shelter.

Persim flicked his fluff-tipped tail, a concerned frown on his face. Where's Randy?

Akoya settled into a crouch, tucking her arms under he chest. He went for a walk with our unexpected host. Something came up, and he's... having a rough time right now.

Oh...

We thought we'd come check in while he's gone.

We're doing alright. Aren't we, Kiddos?

Momo and Midas stared blankly at him.

...Okay, so the kits have been a bit bored.

Akoya looked at her two Mew children. Midas was contently loafing beside Lav's face, while Momo was pawing a pebble around on the floor.

Her ear flicked thoughtfully. Hmmmm....

What's up, Mom?

Akoya turned to Lav. Maybe we could bring them to Fuji's place?

Persim tilted his head. Fuji? Is that that "host" you mentioned? Is... is it a human?

Lav sat up, earning a protesting Mah! from her brother.

Yes. She ignored Persim's horrified glare. He feels like a good man to me, and we already showed him that we're Mews. So that's one hurdle out of the way.

He takes care of hurt and mistreated Pokemon. So I'm sure he'd have the twins' best interests at heart. He'd love them!

Seeing Perzi's still uncertain face, Akoya went on. I'll talk to Randy about it first, of course. If he doesn't think that's what's best, I'll listen. But I think they'll be safer there than here.

You don't have to come with us, if we do. But I trust Mr. Fuji. I trust we'll all be safe there.

Persim still looked uncertain, but didn't argue. Well, you've met him, and both seem to agree. So who am I to say otherwise? Just... be careful.

We will.

The Mews settled around the cave, just chilling and chatting, or attempting to curb Momo's excitement.

As Lav waggled her finger for the little puffball to to follow and catch, Akoya turned to her.

Lav, has Nico mentioned Mo to you?

Lav thought for a moment, caught off guard by the question. She jolted when Momo bit into her finger. Ouch, gentle mouth, Momo.

Sowwy, Sisi.

Lav smiled and gave Momo an accepting head ruffle before turning to her mom. No, he hasn't. He didn't get to know Mo. He's told me that he remembers seeing his parent Mew float away, and that's all he knows.

Ah. Okay.

Lav didn't say the continuation of her thought; that Nico seemed to feel his parent--Mo-- abandoned him.

She drifted into her own thoughts as Akoya and Persim engaged in their own conversation. Thinking about how her dad was doing. Thinking about how she should go about approaching him.

Thinking about how she should approach Nico.

Lavender?

Lav hopped onto her hands and feet, her eyes wide and pelt standing on end. She scanned the cave wildly.

Lav? You okay, Hon?

The pale Mewtwo shook herself, attempting to flatten her telltale fur. I-I'm fine. Just one of those... falling asleep nightmares, y'know? She turned toward the cave entrance. I'm gonna go get some air.

Lav ignored the doubtful look on her mom's face as she walked out. Once certain that she wasn't followed, she sat down and took a few stabilizing breaths.

When she was calmed down, she carefully reached out, keeping out of her family's mindfields.

Nico?

His response was immediate. Lavender!

Lav smiled. Nico! Jeez, you scared me! It sounded like you were right next to me!

Sorry!

...

You made it to Kanto, didn't you?

Lav struggled to not react to the statement, afraid that one of the Mews would notice.

How did you know?

...

Our connection is stronger...

Lav felt a strange thrill rush through her body.

So you must be closer to me.

Y... You're in Kanto?

Yes...

Lavender took a moment to control her feelings, and the energy they might be giving out.

...We could meet...

We could actually meet. In person.

If...

If my family would be okay with it...

Are they with you?

Yeah... They caught up really quickly... Impressively so, really.

Good.

Lav flicked an ear in annoyance. "Good"?

I'm glad they followed you. I told you from the beginning that coming on your own was risky.

Lav sighed quietly. Yeah, you did. Despite her best efforts, her ears fell back in guilt. And it ended up being for nothing anyway.

What do you mean?

I came alone to keep my family from getting hurt, but my dad's still the one suffering from this...

She stopped to consider how much she should tell him.

I... I don't want to tell you too much right now, okay? I already feel like I betrayed my dad's trust, and I don't want to do it any more. I want to talk some stuff out with him first.

I understand.

You're a sweet girl, Lav. Considering your family's needs.

Be patient, okay? I'm sure we'll meet someday, but I would rather have it be on good terms. With everyone involved.

Lavender smiled. ...Yeah... I agree...

We'll talk later, Nico. I hope we can meet soon...

I hope so too, Lav. Talk to you later.

Akoya floated over to her Mewtwo daughter in the cave entrance. She purred to make herself known, causing Lav to turn her way.

She nuzzled Lav's face before speaking quietly. You were talking to Nico, weren't you?

The 'two's tail flicked. H-How'd you know?

Akoya ignored the words of the question, and decided to focus on the feelings behind them.

You don't need to be shy about connecting with him, Hon. So far we really don't have any reason to say you shouldn't... She thought for a moment. Well, aside from you thinking what you know about him would make your dad more afraid than he already is.

Lavender's ears fell back as the words from her note were spoken to her.

Akoya's face grew serious. ...Lav, tell me the truth. Is there anything your dad and I should be afraid of about Nico?

Lav took a second to form the words. Once she was ready, she looked steadily into her mom's eyes.

As he is now, no. I don't think so.

But as he was...

Akoya raised an eyebrow at the hesitation, urging her to go on.

He was made to be a weapon... and... for a while, he lived it... He killed Pokemon and people...

But he changed. He's not like that anymore. Fuji helped him learn what kindness was, and Jovie helped him practice it.

He regrets what he did in the past.

The blue Mew kept her face even as Lavender spoke to her. Her thoughts tumbled in her mind as the little Mewtwo watched her expectantly.

After a while, Akoya sighed and shook her head lightly. I don't think your dad or I will ever have a clear picture of him until we talk to him ourselves.

All I can do for now is take your word for it, Lav. But if you start keeping vital information from us... We may have to put a stop to you connecting with him.

Lavender gave a solemn nod. I understand, Mom. I promise, I'll bring everything to you guys as soon as I can from now on. And I won't tell Nico anything until I get the okay!

Akoya smiled lightly, though her eyes were still thoughtful. She hovered over and gave Lav a kiss on the forehead.

We don't want to control you, though... We know you're your own person, and can make your own decisions... We just want to make sure you know how to make them safely...

I know, Mom. She gently butted her head against Akoya's with a warm smile of her own. I love you.

I love you too, Lav.

The blue Mew floated back from Lav a little bit.

I'm going to check on your dad. I'll be back soon~

Mom, wait.

She stopped and glanced back.

There's one more thing about Nico, that I just learned...

He's in Kanto.

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I never had them talk about it on screen, but Lav did tell Nico that she was planning on coming by herself.

[negrowhat]

15 Day BL Challenge the Threequel

Good Morning HOMIES! Now that the shitty election has passed and I can finally get a small breather (before the local runoff) I decided to use some of my time to do the 3rd installment of the 15 Day BL Challenge I created earlier this year. Thanks to @theflagscene for creating "The Threequel" I'm SUPER excited to begin!

Day 31: Fave Hug(s)?

I was going to say I really don't have any favorite hugs but that's fucking lie.

Unintentional Love Story. A relieved Taejoon hugging Wonyoung tightly after thinking he was missing. See Taejoon has issues with people just using him and leaving him. I just love how affectionate Taejoon was towards Wonyoung. He was so fond of him and he wanted to keep him near at all times to make sure he didn't just... disappear.

Oxygen the Series. Gui hugging Solo to keep him from absolutely losing his shit. After hearing about Solo Dolo's ongoing feud with his father, Gui does the only thing he can think of to keep his mans from flipping his lid in rage and throwing his phone into the ocean. Gui is so pint-sized compared to Solo and yet he's engulfs Solo fully when he hugs him.

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart. The stairwell hug that altered my brain chemistry. Oh mah gah. So much emotion shared in that dark ass stairwell. I thought the leading emotion would be anger but my gawd there was so much tension and love and understanding and fear present in that hug.

We Best Love: Fighting Mr. 2nd. Shu Yi hugging Shi De after taking him back. Ugh we waited so long for them to reconcile but not longer than Shu Yi did. He was waiting and waiting and waiting to forgive Shi De but he needed the truth first. I just loved that look of relief on Shi De's face.

Lovely Writer. Gene and Nubsib reuniting (again) after they had been given the greenlight to be together from their parents. Nubsib literally ran to Gene's house to be with him because he didn't want to be apart a second longer. No one loves Gene like Nubsib does.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Erik's hands upon her skin left a fiery blaze in their wake. Anna Marie trembled beneath his rough and calloused hands, her eyes half lidded and focused on his expression. His blue eyes-that resemble the arctic waters, icy and blue, yet so warm and full of adoration-roam over her naked body.

His gaze burns into her trembling flesh, pupils blown wide. There's nothing but love for her inside his eyes and he shows it through his hands caressing her skin. Rubbing her hips and thighs and trailing up her stomach, over her breasts and cupping her cheeks. He brushes his thumbs beneath her eyes, swiping away a stray lash that falls about her freckled shoulder.

"My dear," he whispers, rumbling out a satisfied noise as her hands begin to roam over his hairy chest. Erik's skin is warm beneath her smooth hands, and she feels him shiver the moment she begins to caress the veins in his neck. "You are absolutely the most gorgeous creature I've ever lain my eyes on." Anna Marie smiles, bringing the tips of her fingers to his lips and he eagerly kisses them. "I fear I can never get enough of you. I am yours just as you are mine."

Anna Marie grazes her hands over his cheeks down his neck and grips his shoulders, feeling the muscles constrict and ripple beneath her palms. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger, batting her lashes up at him with a loving smile.

"Mah love, mah heart is in the palm of yer hands." She flips them over so she's straddling his naked waste, grabbing his hands to put them over her chest right where her beating heart is. Erik senses her beating heart, senses the metallic blood that pumps through it. Her red and white hair shifts and curls against the sides of her face and neck, one strand tumbling down the bridge of her nose. She keeps his hands on her chest as she says, "Ah don' think it was made for anyone else but you, mah lovin' man. This heart was made specifically for you."

"Then, my dear, I shall do everything in my power to make sure your heart is love and nurtured," Erik declares softly, caressing her chest. "I will never break it. I will never hurt you." He now cups her hands and brings it over his chest, right where his heart is. "My heart was hand crafted for you, my dear Anna Marie. In the delicate hands of a great source that brought us together. You are free to do what you want with it."

Anna Marie forms a circle with her hands around his heart and leans down to place a gentle kiss, eliciting a soft groan from the older man. "What Ah'll do with it is love an' love an' love it until mah very last breath." More kisses to his chest, except her lips begin to roam, causing him to tremble beneath her. "Ah'll never do anythin' to hurt yuh, mah love. Never."

Their skin rubs right along each other, sending shivers down each other's spines and gooseflesh to rise upon their arms. Erik caresses her hips and waist, breathing heavily as she peppers him in kisses. Two warm bodies right against each other yet two hearts connecting to become one.

The night is loving for them. Unforgettable. For these two people have gone so long in their lives of fight that they've forgotten what another body felt like. Forgot the warmth and affection of another. Forgot what each other felt like.

Reunited once more in each other's embrace and never again will they separate.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Lucky card

From the moment of birth, he had always been lucky. Such was the way of his family's bloodline. It was both a blessing and a curse.

◇mum-mum-mum-mah, mum-mum-mum-mah, mum-mum-mum-mah, mum-mum-mum-mah, mum-mum-mum-mah◇

He smirks as he struts into one of the many casinos his family runs. One of the few places he is able to go all out with his luck. The heavy techno beat pulsing in the air.

◇I wanna hold em like they do in Texas, please. Fold em, let em hit me, raise it baby, stay with me.◇

Here he's on the hunt. His eyes scan the room. Looking for a rush. Some kind of thrill to appeal to his monstrous appetite.

◇I love it◇

He takes a seat at one of the table games. The pretty dealer plucks the money from his hand with a practiced ease and replaces it with a large pile of chips. A shark-like grin on their face.

The game begins. The cards are dealt smoothly. This wasn't normal poker, though. Here at this table, they like to challenge the big fish using 666 decks in the mix. Making it a tad harder for any card counters to keep track.

◇Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start.◇

High cards, low cards, big wins, huge losses. It made his skin crawl. A knowing feeling that ate him alive as he tosses more chips in. The dealer flips one of the cards showing the ace of spades.

◇and after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart.◇

The dealer flashes a cheeky grin, batting their eyes as they collect the pot. Orias can't help but throw his head back and laugh. It seems he had a sassy opponent tonight.

◇oh, oh-oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh-oh. I'll get him hot, show him what I've got. Oh, oh-oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh-oh. I'll get him hot, show him what I've got.◇

The smell of cigarettes and the flow of neverending alcohol fuels him forward. Poor thing, he wasn't planning on losing tonight. He ups the ante.

And so it continues, round after round. Bet after bet. Good hands, bad cards, it was a familiar dance. One that he dominated.

◇Can't read my, can't read my no, he can't read my poker face.◇

Untill he starts to lose... he narrows his eyes and looks at his dealer. They have a calm, serene smile as they shuffle a new pile of decks. Quick hands working fast.

◇She's got me like nobody.◇

So that was their game. It wasn't uncommon for the demons who worked in the casino to cheat. In fact it was encouraged when going up his kin. It made things exciting.

◇Can't read my, can't read my no, he can't read my poker face.◇

All he needed to do was figure out the trick, and it would unravel. He'd start winning again in no time. Only... the trick kept changing.

◇She's got me like nobody◇

Just when he thought he figured it out, they seemed to have changed tactics. It was a game of cat and mouse. It made him giddy.

It irked him and pleased him at the same time. He watched their delicate hands deal the cards yet again. As they pull their hands back, he acts on impulse and grabs it.

◇Po-po-po poker face, po-po-fuck her face. Mum-mum-mum-mah. Po-po-po poker face, Po-po-fuck her face. Mum-mum-mum-mah.◇

For a moment, they eye each other. Neither looked away. The thick silence between each other could be cut with a knife. He kisses their palm. "For luck." He says.

◇I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be. A little gambling is fun when you're with me.◇

Eventually, the two reach a stale-mate. An endless stream of ties. Frustrating both of them. He looks at his dealer and says. "Let's change the game." Here at this casino, the whales like him could change the games at will, and the dealers complied.

◇I love it.◇

His dealer pulls out a gun. Showing him three bullets. Carefully loading the pistol in front of him before cocking it and aiming at themselves. A challenge was issued.

◇Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.◇

He licks his lips and nods. The trigger is pulled.... nothing. He's handed the gun. He kisses the barrel staring directly at his dealer.

◇oh, oh-oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh-oh. I'll get him hot, show him what I've got. Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh-oh. I'll get him hot, show him what I've got.◇

Click. Nothing. Only one safe move left. But that was the point. Demons like them wanted the risk. They wanted the uncertainty. He offers the gun back. His dealer accepts it without hesitation.

◇Can't read my, Can't read my, no he can't read my poker face.◇

Running their fingers through their hair, they eyed him as they liked it up. The shot rings out. Many customers turn to look. It grazed their ear and shattered one of the light fixtures.

That peaceful smile still remained as they looked at him. It made sense. In order to work here, you had to be willing to risk it all, even your life.

◇She's got me like nobody◇

The blood drips from their ear as they hand it to him. The gun barely balanced on a single finger tauntingly. Two shots and a safety left. He liked those odds.

◇Can't read my, can't read my no, he can't read my poker face.◇

He takes am. Bang! Another shot knocks his hat right off his head. The pair chuckled as they examined the bullet hole that just barely missed his skull. Intoxicating.

◇She's got me like nobody.◇

He places the hat on his dealers head, and a glimmer of amusement flashes across their face. Once more, it's their turn. They aim right in between the eyes. Click. Nothing.

◇Po-po-po poker face, Po-po-fuck her face. Mum-mum-mum-mah. Po-po-po poker face, Po-po-fuck her face. Mum-mum-mum-mah.◇

That just leaves the last bullet with him. He takes it and aims to the roof. It clicks again. He raises an eyebrow. Looking at his dealer, he finds them with a new accessory.

There where the bullet had grazed their ear before sat a new piercing. He snorts. How poetic. The game is over, he's lost.

◇I won't tell you that I love you, kiss or hug you. Cause I'm bluffing with my muffin. I'm not lying. I'm just stunning with my love glue gunning.◇

He's had a lot of fun tonight but has also lost a lot as well. They've really moped the floor with him tonight. He watches as they tuck something into his pocket.

◇Just like a chick in the casino, take your bank before I pay you out. I promise this, promise this, check this hand cause I'm marvelous.◇

He pulls it out to show the Ace of Hearts. That little brat. He looks up, and his dealer is already gone. No doubt to rob another pour soul of their cash.

◇Can't read my, can't read my no, he can't read my poker face. She's got me like nobody. Can't read my can't read my no, he can't read my poker face. She's got me like nobody.◇

[autisticarachnid]

Day 6 ~ Potions

Samara and Rowan fix a potion together early on in fourth year. Unfortunately, they’re both easily flustered messes.

“You all may commence your potion-making.” Snape declared to the room of students, all watching with bated breath as he’d explained that day’s potion to them.

Samara already had her book flipped to the correct page, writing little notes as usual in the empty spaces and margins around the text. Samara had studied the Calming Draught plenty of times before, in his many, many hours of scouring books in the Hogwarts Library since their very first day at the school.

Rowan sat next to them, her eyes also fixated on the chalkboard of instructions. Rowan had also jotted down a couple notes- Salem had made a quiet remark about how in sync the two were as they both wrote down notes at the same time. Samara tried to push that thought down before it could fluster him, hoping their cheeks hadn’t flushed pink.

As soon as Snape had spoken those words, he pointed at Samara’s table to be the first to get the potion ingredients. Samara didn’t bother trying to rush to the table, letting Salem, Loki and the others both get there first before grabbing some for themself and returning to their seat.

“Alright, now what’s the first step?” Rowan asked- not out of curiosity, but to test Samara’s knowledge. It was something they both loved to do, being fellow nerds/intellectuals, and Samara picked up on it immediately.

“Ye measure th’ ingredients.” Samara responded matter-of-factly, grabbing some peppermint to begin measuring. “‘N’ whit’s the second step?”

“You crush the crocodile's heart until it’s a fine paste.” Rowan responded reflexively, nodding his head almost in a small sense of pride.

“Aye. Why dinnae ye hand me th’ crocodile heart?” Samara remarked, reaching over. “Ah kin crush it while ye measure th’ other ingredients.”

“Alright!”

The two of them both got to work, too absorbed in it to pay much attention to the other six students at their table. Samara and Rowan, having now been friends for over two years, tended to work as a well-oiled machine when working on assignments together.

It gave Samara a slight bit of pause as they realized how truly in sync she and Rowan were- and that thought turned into a little bubbling pot in his brain. Samara pushed it down down down- it was Potions class, not free time to let his thoughts wander. He struggled enough with that outside of class, anyways.

“You got it simmering?” Rowan questioned, as Samara stirred the ingredients together. The potion was already starting to develop a slight blue-ish color.

“Aye.” Samara replied, stirring the pot gently in a clockwise direction. Before even realizing, their eyes locked with Rowan’s for a brief moment- until they both quickly looked away. Samara hoped no one saw the slight pink on her cheeks.

Samara just barely shook her head. This wasn’t the time to be getting so lost in thought- especially over their lab partner. Though, they were more than that. They were good friends, classmates, and study buddies. Rowan was one of very few people Samara felt wholly comfortable around- which was a rarity in it of itself.

Still, some part of him couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Rowan’s similarly slightly flushed face. Samara gripped the stirrer and they flicked their eyes to stare at the potion- anywhere but Rowan’s face, as beautiful as it was.

The two continued to work in silence, until their potion turned a beautiful blue and they presented it to Snape, who gave them each a few house points for being the first ones done.

“Wanna help me clean up?” Rowan posited as the two walked back to their station.

“Aye.” Samara nodded. “Tis a wee bit mah mess anyways.”

Samara started gathering the leftover ingredients while Rowan washed out the pot. As they both went to grab something, their hands met- and time seemed to stop for just a moment, long enough for them to meet each other’s eyes again before blushing.

Samara turned away before anyone could notice their flushed face. He couldn’t help it- something about being around Rowan just made her so easily flustered, feeling like a young schoolgirl with a puppy crush. It sucked at times- why do I feel this way, this isn't the time, I need to focus on school only- but as Samara briefly glanced at Rowan again and caught his beautiful brown eyes, a small part of Samara decided that it wasn’t all that bad. If they had to be easily flustered in order to be around Rowan so much- it was just something they’d have to deal with.

[teruyaotoriscarf]

hmm, if you’re taking requests, how about some of haru/teruya/satsuki’s pre-kg dynamic, or them just fooling around as friends in a fun situation? excited to see whatever you write on here!

omg yay! First request- hope I did this well enough

(BTW I'm making it a Halloween thing because I've had an idea in my head hehehe)

The sunshine trio was just casually goofing around and being stupid in Satsuki's dorm. Satsuki probably doing flips and being overly energetic, Haruhiko trying flips and failing (also worrying the hell for Satsuki) and Teruya not even wanting to try because he's to busy patching the two up, and he's a terrified shit. after hours of this goes on, they just decide on watching movies for the rest of the night... which somehow gets them to stay still?? But nothing can stop Satsuki from being Satsuki.

Satsuki: "Hey! Hey! Satsuki gotta idea!"

Haruhiko: "Satsuki shush! We're trying to watch the movie!"

Satsuki: "You shush Kobazing! Lemme speak! LEMME SPEAK!"

Teruya: "waddya gotta say Satsuki?"

Satsuki: "Soooo.. yknow how halloween is coming up?"

Haruhiko: "Satsuki what wonderful evil mastermind plan do you have."

Satsuki: "What if we go trick or treating!"

Teruya: "Satsuki I get ya want tha candy an all- but... ain't we too old fo tha-"

Satsuki: "NOOO! Teruya you're tiny and look like a child right?? Right??? What if you pretend you're one of mah sibs! I got lotsa those!"

Haruhiko: "Ooh! Ooh! Yeah! Think about all the candy we could get! Just put on a blue wig or something!"

Teruya: "uh... yknow what! Yeah! Let's do it!"

Satsuki: "YEAH! FOR THE CANDY!"

And so on Halloween night, the trio decided to get matching costumes. They probably fought over which costumes to get- but I'm betting Satsuki used her magic to somehow get them all in matching clown costumes... with Teruya adding rainbows to them because everything needs rainbows. Using a wig he got at Otori mart, asking Kizuna to do some makeup for him, and putting on his matching clown costume. He did look like Satsuki's younger sibling. And it's not like anyone would know that Satsuki is the youngest. So this plan for candy was set in motion!

The three matching clowns went to the first house. Teruya knocking on the door and getting his most adorable childlike expression ready, he recognized some of the Halloween decorations there to be sold at the Otori mart. But he just focused more on getting the candy! And when the door opened...

Teruya: "trick or treat!"

Random person: "aaww.. aren't you some cute clowns! Take some candy!"

And the night went on like that. With everyone thinking it's just an adorable younger sibling matching with his older sibling and friend.. since Haru didn't put a wig on most people probably assumed Satsuki and Haru were dating- (which they were so.. congrats random people)

And after getting 3 bags full of candy, they decided to stop. Especially since if they were already caught with this much candy, their classmates would have a heart attack from how much worse they could get when on a sugar rush.

And there they were in Satsuki's dorm again. Munching on as much candy as they wanted! No one to stop them!

Satsuki: "Ooh! Ooh! Look! This one is blue cotton candy! That's my fav!"

Haruhiko: "Why is there barely any white chocolate? They should've gave out more!"

Teruya: "there's some more white chocolate ova here in this bag! Ya want it?"

Haruhiko: "Hell yeah!"

Satsuki: "Kobazing! Gimmie some! Share with meeee!"

And now we pray for their classmates and hope that they will survive them on a sugar rush... because those three are probably going to be bouncing off the walls and reaking havoc in the silliest ways possible.

[hybridraita]

[Vayne in Atelier Resleriana's 3D Model Character Showcase Review Part 1] 25 February - 13 March 2024

Hello~

This… This- this- this- this- This is first time about-about Oh no, i'am mean

Vayne Aurelius got 3D Model Character after 15+ Years!

I was surprised after first react post twitter media is actually retweet by Mana Khemia's Japanese fan, it after Atelier spin-off Nelke appeared at 2018.

I seen Raze got 3D Model Character well, not bad so my react is fine then continue search post another- KYAAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!!!

i was screaming and scared after seen Vayne got 3D Model Character with A DE- Let's see about the second trailer on youtube after reacted post twitter, I was already A first trailer days ago then

My Reaction Result: Ok, how many times have main character female again? Well everyone goes worried and disappointed because a new game is mobile game (also on PC Steam) known the Gacha Game. It worried like previous atelier online.

My eyes… Vayne as appeared in second trailer Oh my gosh...

I tried use photoshop to edit Flip Horizontal It's better like Mana Khemia Opening Animation now hahahahaha!

Let's review about Vayne 3D model character How handsome boy his face and why his hair so differently than previous official art by Yoshizumi Kazuyuki it always his front hair has left and right, like 2D Sprite mirrored?

Ambidextrous Sprite

I was found search from TV Tropes. I never seen like that but still confused that's why his hair looks different in current official art and fanart too.

In 3D his hair has no longer be mirrored see it confirm his front hair, back hair and he's have big ahoge hair now which his hair is no longer fluffy now so it be like Nomura's favourite spiky haired i think.

Noooooooo….!!

My friend from twitter says: Vayne looks like a wet cat because his hair no longer fluffy anymore, is this remake character design? Oh noo, I need to see looking conpect or reference art reveal so much

Hahahahaha…-hahahahaha…!

There's A Full Body and This is Al-Revis Male Uniform reveal is appeared due on Coast (it's before be update photo mode on 7 March, it will update again.)

A Canon Backside is confirmed after 15+ years, i think Al-Revis Male Uniform has jacket, however it's not, I do not know why? It's really remake character design, why Al-Revis Male Uniform had same front and back detail, it curious how and where's removing uniform inside?

If Vayne's Friends be appear in Atelier Resleriana, I wonder to see backside reveal again Not just only that, Other characters like previous Sequel of Salburg, Gramnad and Iris had too. Raze's Friends and Ulrika's Friends, will rival enemies too? I think be lame update because it should be need new redesign character reference, voice actor and more. It's like Pokemon Masters

How Vayne wear black ribbon armor now, where's Sulpher?! I do not know again... what's Vayne armor name? It's first time seen that backside! It's unlikely previous Official Art and Opening Animation too.

I tried my best to caught screenshots, thanks use setting high quality. Oh look, why remind like Riku from Kingdom Hearts his hair "A boy with spiky hair and blue eyes"

I did caught screenshot without- how new battle pose like that, unlikely previous 2D Sprite version. Well.

This is how look without mirrored his hair Thanks 3D Model Character, he's looks so cool like classic shonen protagonist.

But why people called he's cute, my boy/mah boi what?! how did word come from?! you don't says about from iconic zelda meme

I wonder if Vayne got redesign 3D Model Character… Maybe next time but i'am glad to see him so much.

[drac-champione]

Why these extra pretty bitches lookin like supermodels

Don’t you hair flip at me. Don’t, don’t!

[thebeanofdoom]

Spreading the SoapGaz agenda

I've noticed a critical lack of SoapGaz content in the CoD fandom so I'm determined to fill that hole myself, even if it takes me ages. So, here, have some headcanons that I've made up in my little gremlin brain.

Gaz was the first to fall in love with Soap and he realized it while watching the Scot try and balance various items on a sleeping Price's hat without waking him up

Soap on the other hand didn't realize he was in love with his best friend until said best friend almost took another tumble out of a chopper if Soap hadn't lurched forward and pulled him back by the front of his vest, toppling them both back onto the floor of the chopper and making Gaz land on top of him

Cue the gay panic of having our pretty boy Gaz right on top of him, add to that a big dose of adrenaline and Gaz thanking him in a breathless voice and there you have it: one gay as hell Scotsman by the name of Soap McTavish

Neither of them wanted to confess for fear of ruining their friendship, but Gaz especially had a problem keeping his feelings for the Scot under wraps so he went to Price to rant and rave about how "He smiled at me when we sparred and it was so worth the fist to the jaw"

Price doesn't get paid enough to deal with this

It all ends when Soap forgets one of his journals on a table in their rec room, going off to do sth else and Gaz walked in and saw it

Now, usually Gaz would never look at Soap's journal without his express permission but the Scot had been extremely jumpy lately, whenever Gaz got too close to him while he was sketching Lord knows what, so he was a lot tiny bit curious

He quickly checked if anyone was around before picking the journal up and it flipped open on the most recent drawing

Gaz froze when he saw himself on the page, a simple black and white pencil drawing of his face in various angles, smiling, frowning, concentrated

Was this how Soap saw him? And then he noticed something scribbled at the bottom of the page and his heart damn near beat out of his chest

There, at the bottom of the page were what seemed to be song lyrics: All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

"Gaz?" Said man startled as he heard Soap's voice behind him. He didn't even try to hide the journal in his hand, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he turned to the man of his affections

Soap's gaze dropped to the journal in Gaz' hand, specifically what page the other man had been looking at and flushed a very attractive shade of red

Soap tried to get out some kind of explanation but he didn't get far before Gaz stepped closer in big strides, grabbed the Scot by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss

"I like you too," Gaz murmured after they broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other and gazing into each other's eyes

"That's what I was hoping this kiss meant," Soap smiled

After that they became the sickeningly sweet couple that would give anyone diabetes from how disgustingly cute they were together (Ghost's words)

Price was just glad he didn't have to listen to Gaz rant about Soap's stupid mohawk that "the fucker somehow managed to pull off" or how sexy the Scot looked while lifting weights

To get revenge Price sat them all down and proceeded to pull out a safe sex lecture, including a powerpoint and free condoms

"No! Absolutely the fuck not! I got the talk from mah father once, never again!" Soap yelled, cherry red in the face and dragged a similarly mortified Gaz out of the room with him while Ghost cackled like a madman (he did grab the free condoms on the way out though :))

So, this kind of ran away with me and turned into more of a "getting together" ficlet but oh well, what can you do. I hope you liked it and if you got any other ideas for short fics, headcanons or otherwise CoD related shenanigans, come yell at me in my asks

[sleeplesstoast]

Fuk bro :0 <3

Yin and Yang <3

The fights had me hella shook dude!!!

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

Yancy x reader

@the-crypt-of-randomness : Been missing many of the boys, but mostly Yancy. Sooo... Yancy x reader,  "I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

Anon: "kissing their lover's knuckles" and "tracing their finger over their lover's tattoos/scars" from the soft writing prompts with Yancy? he's with you during one of his first nights on parole and you're just so?? overwhelmed that you can hold him now?? he's telling you a bit about the tattoos too while you hold him, and you're both just so happy.

Something a little soft, hope you enjoy!

Yancy loves parole, he finds, when during one of his first days out, you and him cuddle close on the couch, him on top of you, his face hidden in your neck while the radio goes on in the background.

Or rather, Yancy’s favorite part of being out on parole is the ability to hold you close, hug you and touch you as much as he likes, not just seeing you in his mind or on the other side of the glass of the visitation booth.

He can feel when you laugh as he blows raspberries on your neck, feel your hand scratch against his scalp as you pull him up for a kiss, feel your lips press against his as you distract him, flipping him over so he’s the one underneath you on the couch.

You move back slightly so you can pepper kisses all over his face, making it Yancy’s turn to laugh as you sit up in his lap.

You grin down at him, and he can’t help but return it.

He’s so fucking happy, that he thinks his chest might combust, so happy that you convinced him to take parole. You’re not helping matters as your fingers glide over the side of his neck, approximately where one of his tattoos are.

“Why did you get this one?”

“Lost a bet, one of mah friends has this little characters they like to draw youse know, and I bet them I could out-eat them at dinner on night, and youse know like they say, the rest is history an’ shit.” You snort at that last bit.

“Don’t think ‘and shit’ is part of the quote.”

“Is not?” You shake your head, smiling at the story, removing your hand from his neck, letting them both rest on his chest. He grins up at you, loving how you look in his lap, and how solid you are, how he can hold you close now.

You’re the one person in the world that has made him feel like this, and as he looks up at you with his hands on your hips, he can’t help but wonder.

“Why did youse want me to get parole? Why did youse believe in me?”

“Oh, wow, that came out of nowhere, such loaded questions you ask.” You try to deflect a little, but when he just looks up at you with expecting eyes, you sigh lightly. You take one of his hands from your hip, holding it gently in yours, letting your thumb stroke over his knuckles, over the words printed there.

He had quickly learned that your silence is not a bad thing, that you are merely thinking over your words, not one for many; you are very aware what weight they might hold.

"I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.” A pause as you bring his hand up so you can place feather light kisses on his knuckles. “And I don’t think you are as bad as you claimed to be. And I never will.” The smile sent his way is soft, and Yancy’s eyes starts to sting, which he hides by dragging you into a tight hug.

“Thank youse.” He chokes out, the response he gets is a hum from you and your own arms sneaking under and around his torso, not letting go of him.

You stay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other, saying nothing, just feeling each other close.

Yancy only loosens his arms when he is certain that he won’t cry.

You plant a kiss just under his jaw, moving off his lap, but not going far, only fetching a blanket from the end of the couch. You lay back down with your head on his chest, pulling the blanket over you both.

Yancy knows you can hear his fast beating heart as you pull on his arm and take his hands in yours, kissing the knuckles as his other arm goes around your back.

“What about theses ones?” Yancy smiles down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, (just because he can), before launching into an explanation of what the words on his knuckles mean.

[slashersangel]

oh my bad but haiii eve!

Okay, I have a dwayne fic or you can do a drabble or headcanons. whichever fits you best

I would love to see daddy dwayne and mama s/o (human and female/AFAB) with an (whether adopted or biological child, they font belong to dwayne cuz i remember you saying that you didn't like pregnancy..SOMEWHERE but i fo remember and respect it ofc) child (possibly female too) who has a child crush on laddie 🙃😊

the idea sounded so flipping cute 😣🤗

And (if you want to) maybe include uncles (paul, david, marko, and maybe micheal too if you wish) along with the aunties (ig are star and maybe even lucy or lucy as the grandmother ^^) ...fuk max tho :/ excuse mah french

but uhh it sounded adorable :3 although i think this request focuses more on the kids then just anyone else but Laddie and Child s/o are both the same age ofc. (Im basing laddie's age off his irl age when he played the character in the movie at the time)

BUT YAY UR BACK !!! ☆

welcome back oqhwbqlsu

awe puppy 🥺 and yessss! i love this request, because when I was watching the lost boys with my niece, afterwards i asked her who her favorite was and she said the little boy like thats soooo cute. and i agree, fuck max <\3

Dwayne’s kid liking Laddie

• both you and Dwayne could tell that your daughter had a small kiddie crush on Laddie, she would always share whatever she had with him, coloring books, food, drinks, she’d even gave him a small dragon plushie which he sleeps with every day

• during the day (because the two you weren’t vampires just yet) your daughter would always ask when you could see laddie and dwayne and it melts your heart to see how much she cares for and loves them, even though Dwayne wasn’t her biological father (for many different reasons) but he raised her with you and she even calls him dad on a couple of occasions🥺

• but you were the one to point out the crush to dwayne when the four of you were sitting at the park at night, watching your daughter and Laddie play. He just nods before saying he thinks Laddie has a crush on your daughter as well, you just laugh and smile

• david loves your kid, as much as he says he hates children, he always looks after her, making sure she’s satisfied and doing good. definitely knows about her little crush on laddie, when he asked she just giggled and hide her face in his jacket. he smiled at that, like an actual smile

• uncles marko and paul mainly encourage your daughter to do fun stuff. and when she first met them, she was so nervous to talk to Laddie, Paul and Marko were immediately like, no, and introduce the two before you and Dwayne could, it was so sweet.

• but you and star are the ones she actually tells everything to. Star is so sweet to your daughter and tells her that even if it seems scary, talking to boys (Laddie) is really easy, and he’s such a sweet kid, so she shouldn’t be scared!

• but your daughter and Laddie will literally talk about anything, what happened at her school that week, what they had for lunch and breakfast, homework, teachers, everything. and they’d always drag each other to ride after ride, game after game, with one of the uncles or aunt tagging along, or maybe they’re just wandering by themselves just having fun

• oh my gods imagine little laddie holding onto your daughter’s hand on a ride because she was scared, and he tells her that it isn’t scary and he’ll say “i’ll tell you when we stop so you can opens your eyes” or something like that 😭🤚 stawp my heart can’t take it.

• he’d be so protective over her and vise versa, like if there was ever a bully on the boardwalk picking fun at her and one of the grownups wasn’t around, Laddie would most definitely stand up for her, and if the bully was picking fun at Laddie? You might have told her that violence was never the answer, but uncle David and Marko taught her how to defend herself (with or without your knowledge) and that bully is getting punched straight in the jaw. then they’d run away laughing, back to you and dwayne

ahhh i don’t know what else to put 😭!! this was such a cute request tho i loved it <3

[ozarkthedog]

Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard D***

Summary: After a Welcome Home party, you get stuck in a uncompromising position and Chris can’t seem to help himself.

Pairings: Drunk!Chris Evans x Drunk!Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Intoxication. Swearing. Slight Degradation. Confined Spaces. Anal Play.

Word Count: 2,236

A/N: This idea popped into my head and it was so silly I just couldn’t help but write it. I tried to have his “Drunk” state come across hence all the slurring words. Hope it’s not that annoying to read! This drunk Boston boy has “mah” heart. 💙 

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Energetic music, copious amounts of liquor and sounds of splashing from the pool filled the dusky sky as the ‘Welcome Home’ party was in full swing on this humid August night.

Chris was finally home after 3 months away and what better than to throw a little bash. Friends and family were sprawled out over the backyard of Chris’ Concord house laughing and carrying on as you sipped on your wine.

You swirled the tart liquid around your tongue and leaned against a patio chair, watching as Dodger ran around with the younger kids. Their screams of enjoyment sounded noisily as they ran from the mutt.

“Get ‘em Bubba!” You heard Chris yell from across the yard.

Beer in hand, cap on backwards and dancing like a fool. Your boy was home.

Warmth filled your belly as you watched him laugh and play a yard game with a few of his friends, all yelling with excitement when someone got the small sack in the hole.

He caught your eyes from across the lush backyard and held it with a sly stare. He licked his lips lewdly knowing what it’d do to you.

You shook your head and drank down the rest of your wine, trying not to get too worked up. There would be plenty of time for that tonight, you smirked to yourself as the pleasant haze of the liquor settled in your belly.

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After a while, the party started to dwindle. You and Chris gave hugs and bid goodbyes as the night came to a close.

For a moment, you and Chris just stared at one another on the slate patio. A days’ worth of playful glances coming to a head.

You smoothed down your light summer dress, unsure of what to do now that you were finally alone after so much time apart.

The alcohol made his face flush a few shades lighter than the red t-shirt he wore which made him endearing even though his eyes were darkening by the minute.

The amount of lust that radiated off the two of you was hostile, but you pushed it aside as you peered over the various empty beer bottles and half eaten food platters.

“Ugh, we should clean this up.” You picked up an empty beer can before tossing it back onto the table with a laugh.

“Nah, let’s do it tomorrow.” Chris suggested, stalking over to you.

Your breathing escalated as his face held a serious expression despite the slight slurring, “I wanna fuck mah Girl right now.”

You giggled nervously at his tone. The alcohol made everything seem way too funny, but his intense stare had your core clenching.

You knew what would happen if he got his hands on you and you wanted to draw out the yearning just a little bit longer.

“Only if you can catch me!” You shout, before running away like the drunken idiot you were.

You ran up the steps of the patio as carefully as your inebriated self could and crawled through the small dog door Chris had installed for Dodger a year ago.

Halfway through, you heard Chris’s muffled, hysterical laughter through the door. You knew he was doubling over in a fit, which allowed you to more time to crawl through the narrow opening.

You were in the clear as you pushed on the balls of your toes, shimmying your lower half through when suddenly, “OOF!”

Your hips collided with the casing of the small pet door. You started laughing at what a silly idea this was until you moved to pull back and your upper body catches on the frame.

You try again but the door nudges against your armpits causing your arms to flail out in front of you on the den floor.

“Oh, fuck! Chris! I’m stuck!” You yell frantically, kicking your feet on the slate patio.

You try to push yourself through even though you knew your hips were too wide. The small plastic door thumping against your head with every jostle.

“What!?” Chris shouts, incredulously.

 “I’m stuck!” You scream into the empty room as he kneels down next to your torso less frame. 

“Are yah serious?”

“What do you think?!”

Chris busts out laughing again, falling to his hands on the patio. His abs hurt as he tries to stop laughing when you let out a number of swears.

He coughs away the laughter and lays a hand on your lower back. “Ok. Ok. Ok. Ya’ll will be fine. We’ll get yah loose.” He slurred, calming you down through the door.

His hands cover your hips and pulled only to have your armpits halt his actions. “I already tried that you, Meatball.” The buzz from the wine still flowing through your veins.

“What are we going to do?” You utter, finishing with a hiccup.

“I’ll get my tools. But first…” His deep, quiet voice alerted you.

“What is it?” You asked anxiously, thinking one of your friends was coming up the driveway. You’d be mortified if they found you like this.

But then a warm hand slid down the curve of your ass and settled on the top of your hamstring. 

“I’m gonna have some fun.” Chris declared with a playful tone.

Your eyes go wide when you feel him flip your summer dress over your hips and press his growing hard on against your ass. The dark jeans rubbed against your ass with every languid thrust.

“Chris! You can’t!” You shriek upon realizing his intentions.

“Who says? Look at mah girl on all fours, ripe fa the takin’.” His eyes are glassy and ravenous as he grinds against your heat, the thin panties doing nothing to hide your quickly growing arousal.

Your mouth goes slack and eyes flutter when you feel him straining through his jeans. Heady lust swarms your system, taking control regardless of the uncompromising position.

“Looks like someone is enjoyin’ being stuck.” He rasped, unzipping his jeans and sliding his cock head across the soaked material of your panties.

He pulls the drenched thong to the side, groaning when he sees how ready you are. “What a fuckin’ pretty pussy.” He bends down, swiping his tongue threw your folds eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.

You slam a hand onto the floor as he prods your core with long licks and lewd slurps. “God, I missed yah taste.” He confessed and nuzzled his face back into your heat. The way his beard scratched over your thighs made your back arch, giving him better access.

Your tight opening clenched when he poked his tongue into your core, thrusting the strong muscle in and out with quick jabs before going lower.

He flicked at your clit with hard swipes causing your belly to somersault. Frantic gasps bounce off the den walls with every stroke forcing your pleasure to mount rapidly.

Just as your bliss was about to peak, Chris pulled back with a slick covered smirk. “Nawt so fast, Sweetheart.”

You whined your frustration and laid your head on the cool flooring. You wiggled your hips in the air desperate for any friction and heard him snicker before he smacked your wandering behind with a heavy thud.

“I ain’t felt this cunt in months.” He stated with a deep growl, rubbing his pulsing crown through your inner lips.

His nails scratch the swell of your naked ass, “And yah only cummin’ when my cock is buried deep inside yah.”

You bit your lip knowing what was coming. The intense energy was palpable all night and it was only a matter of time before you two met in a tangle of limbs.

Chris lines up and ever so slowly pushes into your wanton core.

Your smothering heat enveloped his cock as he split you open with a gravely groan. “Fuck.”

Your head sagged between your arms as you felt your walls stretch around his girth. It’d been too long; you’d forgotten just how big he was. A high pitched mewl slipped from your throat, nails scratching at the floor when he finally bottomed out.

The base of his cock spreading you just a bit more around him. “God, yah cunt is choking the life outta me.”

He pulls back slowly before thrusting all the way in. Your cervix swirls around his bulbous tip making him grunt and grasp your hips with a harsh grip.

The animalistic urge to claim diminished when he felt your walls squeeze around his veiny thickness. His hips bumped against your ass with every stroke lightly knocking your hips against the door. 

You mewled when he parted your cheeks, spreading your pussy even wider for him.

“So many nights I took myself in mah hand picturin’ this sweet, little pussy.” His brows pinch in pleasure hearing your muffled cries of rapture through the door.

“I couldn’t get off hard enough knowin’ I wasn’t balls deep inside yah fillin’ yah with my cum.” His admission made your belly tighten. The knot so close to snapping as his hips shoved into your soaked heat with fervor.

His secure hold on your hips slips from the sweat tainting your skin. He smooths his fallen hand over your ass, spreading it open and exposing your asshole.

Your breath catches when you feel him spit onto your exposed hole, thumbing his saliva around as it clenched under his touch. The groan he let out when he watched your tight ring spasm beneath his thumb was sinful.

You whimpered into the flooring with every thrust of his cock as he teases your puckered rim. “I could finally take this untouched hole and there wouldn’t be anythin’ yah could do to stop me.” Your pussy convulsed around his length at the ominous threat.

“Chris…” Your body arched under his assault when he circled your rim with a meticulous touch.

You lock down with a vice like grip on his length as he drives your orgasm head on. You slap at the flooring and shout out your release all over his meaty cock.

He growls in admiration, “Look at the mess yah made all over me, yah naughty girl.”

He snapped his hips hard causing you to yelp out in painful pleasure, your cervix taking the brunt of each shove. The torturous pain ebbed and flowed with the bliss he was forcing on your worn-out body. Tremors ran up your spine as he pummeled you into another orgasm so close behind the first.

“Wish I could see yah face, bet yah look so wrecked takin’ mah cock.”

He let out a surprised groan as you came around him again, mewling nonsense and shrill yelps from behind the door.

“Fuck! Cumming on mah dick outside where anyone could see.” He smacked your ass eliciting a pained gasp from your lips.

He picked up speed, thrusting into you with a punishing pace intent on driving you to another orgasm with his on the precipice.

Chris gathers some of your cum and drags it around your asshole, making it shine with slick. Your eyes rolled back when he tenderly pushed his thumb into you, feeling his cock pass by through the thin tissue with every shove.

“God, yah so pretty bent over with yah holes filled to the brim.”

He grits, feeling you clench around his girth and frantically calling out for him.

“Come on, cum on mah cock one more time. Give me that sweet cunt.” His thumb pulls on the side your hole, making you feel the stretch and forces your orgasm to explode through your core. Both your holes tighten as you cum, dragging Chris along with you.

His hips slam into yours rapidly, searing pleasure burning through his veins as he cums with a growl. His seed painting your channel, soaking you with him.

He pants heavily as he leans his head on the door, “God damn, I’ve missed this.” 

You whimper from the emptiness when he pulls from your heat.

His cum slipping from your core, staining your inner thighs making you shiver.

“What a sight.”

You hear a shutter click and realize he just snapped a photo. “Chris!”

“Hey, this doesn’t happen all the time. I want somethin’ to remember this.” He slaps your ass making you jolt.

“Believe me, I will never forget this.” You utter with an embarrassed groan and shift uncomfortably on the hard slate. “Chris can you go get your tools, my knees are starting to hurt.”

“Oh fuck. Yeah, here kneel on mah shirt. I’ll be right back.” He rips his shirt off and slides it under your knees before running off to the garage.

You sighed into the floor still dumbfounded that you even though you could fit through the tiny door. The alcohol was slowing wearing off making this predicament even worse just as Chris came back. 

“Chris, are you still really drunk? Should you be working with tools right now?” You asked, leaning your face onto your hands. You really didn’t want him hurting you or himself.

Chris sat back a moment and chewed on his lip. “Yah, know... yah might be right. I only brought a hammer and I don’t think that will work.”

“Fuck.”

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, Imma call Mom she’ll know what to do.” Chris said with a smile, taking out his cell.

You hid your face in your hands with a pitiful groan knowing his family would never let you live this down.