#grabbing her brother and holding on to him and staying quiet because even though she's so lost that's still her friend.

[zincbot]

of course amber is an older sister. is there any other way.

[aliaology]

DOROTHEA

summary: jack and luke talking about their older sister, who they’ll forever cherish even if shes all the way in vancouver with quinn. their talk brings up memories that will forever be theirs.

almost a sequel of my “never grow up” fic 🤍

hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?

growing up, jack always looked up to big siblings. each holding a special place in his heart. but both of them we’re different. quinn was the one he went to about hockey, girls, and school. y/n was the one he went to for almost everything else.

maybe it was because of how she was always overprotective of him, quinn and luke. he felt closest to her. it was clear she was the favorite, for each brother.

“do you think y/n thinks about us a lot?” luke asked when she went off to college. jack gave luke a look. “of course she does, moron. it’s not like she could forget us.”

luke shrugged. “i just miss her.”

when we were younger, down in the park, honey making a lark of the misery.

“do you think y/n stops to think about us? like— do you think she sees something like the color red and think about us?” luke asked, sitting next to jack.

jack held a picture frame of him, luke, quinn and her on her highschool graduation day.

“maybe not that much— but i like to think she does.” jacks eyes flickered to luke then back to the picture.

luke let out a sigh. “do you remember the summer before she went to college? almost every other day she would take us to the park to just, forget. forget that she would be leaving.”

jack quietly laughed. “i can’t forget that. highlight of my summer, along with you tripping every time you climbed the rock wall and fell”

luke slapped his brothers arm. “fuck off”

you got shiny new friends since you left town. a tiny screens the only place i see you now. and i got nothing but well wishes for you.

jacks shoulders moved along with his laughter. then it went quiet. “i miss her. i hate that we only see her through a tiny screen.” he spoke.

“at least we can still see her. im jealous of quinn though.” luke added.

jack shrugged. “i am but im not. we got her for a few years, it was his turn now.”

“yeah— but permanently.” luke told.

the two stopped talking. looking at the picture. their older sister smiling happily at the camera with her arms wrapped around jack and luke. quinn stood on the end, arm wrapped around jack.

she stuck out like a sore thumb in the picture. her bright blue graduation gown and bright blue cap was a huge contrast to the mix of whites, blacks, reds and greens the boys wore.

along with her height. the heels she wore made her tower over the boys.

hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me? when it was calmer, skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes.

laughter flooded through the quiet park. heels clicked against the sidewalk in a fast pace along with three other sets of feet running behind.

“moms so gonna kill you, sissy!” luke laughed.

you hunched over, hands on your knees as you caught your breath. luke leaned onto you, trying to catch his breath as jack and quinn stifled their laughs.

“she spent so much on this dress, and these damn— heels!” you spoke, struggling to get them off.

“not to mention the ticket!” jack added, grabbing your hand to help you stay steady as you took off the heels.

“i still don’t understand why you ditched, and why you dragged us along” quinn spoke.

“if a hughes goes down, we all do” you gave a toothy grin.

jack smiled softly as he helped you out. luke held your side, stabilizing you so you could get the heel off.

your long green dress clung to your body. the necklace you wore made its way into jacks pocket and was replaced with the necklace he got you for your birthday.

your ‘pearl’ bracelet was replaced with the bracelet luke made. and your ‘pearl’ ring was replaced with the ring quinn gave you. every nice piece of jewelry was replaced with one that actually meant something to you, whether they were pretty or not. (cough lukes beaded bracelet)

you pulled the pins out of your hair, along with the fake pearls and diamonds. you took the long clip that held your hair, out and shook your head.

“thank god im out of that. i love mom but god it felt like she was preparing me for a pageant.” you laughed.

in that moment, all brothers adored you. adored how you clearly cared for them. “lets head home now” you smiled.

but its never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo. and if you’re ever tired for being known for who you know, you know you’ll always know me.

jackhughes

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jackhughes vancouver may be fun, but i miss you, so come back.

tagged: ynhughes

comments

ynhughes i miss u more kid ☹️❤️

jackhughes so come back!

ynhughes its not that easy babes

jackhughes so make it easy lol

user14 im sobbing bring y/n back

user17 come back y/n jacky needs u

user97 BRING THE GANG BACK TOGETHER 😭😭

_quinnhughes i finally get my sister time and you want her back?

jackhughes yeah 😁😁

_quinnhughes gtfo

lhughes_06 this is true, i agree

jackhughes uh yeah id hope so

ynhughes guys pls 😞😞

user61 this is so 😭😭😭😭

trevorzegras bring hot stuff back!!!

jackhughes shes five years older than you, give it a rest 😒😒😒

trevorzegras never back down never what?

colecaulfied NEVER GIVE UP 😱😱😱😱

user73 i miss the hughes siblings together

user15 maybe vancouver will be good for her. maybe she’ll find a boyfriend

trevorzegras NO.

user82 trevor i love u 🥰

user27 i feel like any sad taylor song about growing up or even her friends like dorothea, could relate to them and y/n

tags: (perm) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask if you’d like perm tags <3 )

[cindylcuwho]

“ stepdad! matt headcanons ★ “

— ꒰ 🍒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ꒱ headcanons of stepdad matt (daughter)

— ꒰ 🐁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ꒱ none, just fluff!

— ꒰ 🗯️ 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ꒱ i might be warming up to dad fics idk we’re gettin there — also! for my baby @freshloveee

— ꒰ 🎀 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ꒱ lmao none for now i got rid of my old one

matt with a toddler (2-5 ish)

— matt didnt know you even had a kid. you two met at some random L.A party and after hitting it off and going on dates you always ended up at his house.

— but one night he offered to take you home and a kiss goodbye in the car turned into a kiss goodbye at the door then you two are stumbling inside and he’s pressing you against the door.

— just as he starts to trail kisses down your neck, quiet footsteps are heard running down the halls followed by the sound of a rather small human falling on the floor with a ‘plop’.

— you panickly push him off you, mama bear instincts rush in as you walk over to your sweet babygirl to see if she’s okay. the whole time matt is just watching from the door confused, thinking it must be your really small sibling until the child cheers out a ‘mommy!’ and excitedly bounces up and down on the ground.

— you pick her up, resting her on your hip before slowly turning to face matt. he’s speechless, you never mentioned having a kid before, but at the same time he fully understood why.

— he didn’t try and put up a fight when you ask him to leave, knowing it’s not his place to try and stay, but god a part of him really wanted to.

— surprisingly, you woke up the next morning to a good morning text and an offer of going out for breakfast with matt. you were hesitant, but still got ready and after dropping off your daughter at her usual daycare center you made your way to the diner.

— after that morning, and many mornings, you were finally ready for them to meet. matt was more than ecstatic when he finally got to formally meet her, and even brought a flower and asked for her permission to continue ‘seeing you’, which in response was just blabber.

— months later, you and matt were already dating and he was over everyday. he truly admired seeing how you worked motherhood, but still pitched in and took care of your daughter when you needed help- whether it was preparing her food or holding her whilst you ran to grab something.

— but a whole year later is a different story.

— matt was considered moved in, but still continued the life he built with his brothers in L.A. . though, whenever they were filming a video for youtube and he got a message from you asking if he could come over he would drop everything and rush over there.

— on a particular day, you had asked if he could just watch your daughter for a little whilst you run and doing a quick errand. matt of course said yes, but had nerves. they’ve never been alone together for a long period of time and what if she starts crying and he can’t calm her down?

— the worries went away within fifteen minutes when she was yet to cry, busying herself with spongebob and coloring books that she just had to show matt so he could praise her excellent coloring skills.

— he made her snacks, just a bowl of cheezits and apple slices with a juice box, and remained patient with her the whole time. eventually, she got abandoned the coloring book and tv, her little body was screaming for a much needed nap.

— she climbed up the couch, without the help of matt because she insisted she was ‘a big girl’ and could do it on her own, and cozied up on him. he stayed still, barely breathing when he felt her snuggle him.

— matt played with her hair to help sway her into a sleep, because who wouldn’t fall asleep with someone playing with their hair ??

— just before she fully shut her eyes she mumbled out, “goodnig’ daddy i love you” and then sleep took over and was knocked out cold.

— matt’s heart dropped. all he wanted to do was drop to the floor in a panic and roll around on the ground crying until he was okay.

— he was mentally freaking out. obviously, she was too little to not grasp the concept of him not being her actual dad, but it’s not like matt would reject and make fun of her for thinking so.

— when you got home matt was still hyperventilating over this.

— after slowly picking her up and carrying her to her own bed, you sat next to him as he literally fell into your own lap, looking up at you with tears filling his eyes all over again.

— “she-she called me-m- oh god! she- she-“ poor guy couldn’t stop stuttering for ten minutes. “yeah, she call you that all the time when you’re not here.” and matt’s in disbelief that you just said that as if it’s the most casual thing ever.

— after that, matt fully embraced it. someone walking up to him asking for his number? no, he has a wife girlfriend and daughter at home. you three having bonding time at the park and another couple asking which kid is yours? matt’s pointing at her and proudly saying ‘that one! she’s our kid.’

— all her birthday parties his family attends. chris and nick had to ease into the thought of being turned into uncles within a minute, but after that they were constantly fighting about who was her favorite.

— chris would run around the house and sneak her treats when you and matt aren’t looking, while nick literally viewed her as a bestie and would steal her away. he tells her all the tea, nodding his head at the nonsense she would speak back.

— matt spends all his money on stuff she doesn’t need. his babygirl gives slight interest to it and he’s already checking out, saying he just wanted her to be the coolest kid on the playground.

[i314flix]

ONE MORE KISS !

— george weasley x fem!reader | the one where you wait for george, who volunteers to be one of the seven potters, at the burrow.

( 1.1k words ) pg-15; fluff, semi-angst, established relationship au; unedited.

This was nerve-wracking. You didn’t even know why you agreed to be on this side of the team despite being aware that you were perhaps better in the field (being an aspiring Auror and a good one at that), and was absolute rubbish when it came to waiting.

Though yet again, it was George Weasley who made you promise that you weren’t going to volunteer to be a Potter duplicate for the said chosen one’s safe travel to the Burrow, the place you were already in at the moment, as he reckoned that it was enough that he had to worry about his father and brothers being with him for the task; he didn’t want to be preoccupied thinking about whether his girlfriend was managing herself well too.

“I’ll be careful,” George promised you before the both of you parted earlier, a kiss planted on your forehead, “I’ll meet you at the Burrow, safe and sound, alright?”

You only nodded, not knowing what to do or say. You wanted to stop him from leaving, to convince him that it was too dangerous—however, you also knew that it was selfish of you to do so, considering that what he was going to do was not only for the betterment of Harry Potter himself, but possibly the whole wizarding world.

A loud sound of crashing coming from the front yard pushed you out of your trance and you stood up from your seat to run outside, quickly followed by Ginny who had been quiet and pacing around the house in anxiety before she heard the crash too.

It was Hagrid and Harry, the real Harry you presumed as Ginny launched towards him so that they could embrace. You let out a breath, relieved that he was here unharmed, but admittedly not relieved enough as there was still no sign of George.

Though as if on cue, two men suddenly appeared on the right side of the lawn via apparition and you recognized them to be Remus and George immediately, with the latter being supported by the former.

It dawned on you that George was injured. The side of his head was bleeding.

“I’m good, I’m all good,” were the first words he uttered to you once you were close, grabbing his other arm so you and Remus can carry him to the Burrow together.

You couldn’t reply. Your heart was thumping so hard inside your chest. You were just thankful that he at least still had the strength to stay conscious and talk to you as he was being led to the sofa.

Once he was laid there, Remus approached Harry while you rushed to get some medical supplies that could help his condition. Molly tended to George then, brushing his hair and whispering thanks that he didn’t arrive in a worse condition, before she went to you and said that you can be in charge of George as she waits for her other family members’ arrival.

“Sweetheart,” George murmured, staring at you kneeling beside him and taking out a bunch of bandages and some healing potion to help with his blown up ear, “I’m fine, I promise.”

Still, no sentence was spoken. You remained acting busy, just rummaging through the medical kit even though you’ve already got what you needed. You were annoyed by what he just said, but you didn’t want to show it, aware that it might be ridiculous to do so as it wasn’t like George wished to get himself hurt.

“Sweetie,” he repeated, voice hoarse and tone more pleading, “look at me, will you?”

You didn’t oblige. You just zipped the bag close and placed it on the floor.

“____.” He called your name, stern and demanding now with a hand holding your wrist to stop you from moving too much.

You finally looked at him, his eyes turning soft at the way yours started to water. You were a strong girl, he knew that, and you didn’t like showing your vulnerability to anyone or in any circumstances unless it greatly affected you—and judging by how you were forcing yourself not to cry or show too much emotion because of what happened to him, it was clear to him that you were so affected by this and that he indeed made you worry so much to the point of wanting to sob.

“I’m okay,” he said again, bringing your wrist over his chest, just so your palm can rest on where you can feel his heart the most, “it’s still beating for you, love.”

You inhaled sharply, a lame attempt to stop yourself from fully crying, and nodded. “It is.”

“It’s just my ear that was messed up. Nothing to be alarmed about.”

“It’s still an ear, nonetheless.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got another one.”

You closed your eyes momentarily. There was no point in arguing. “Whatever. Let me start—” you were supposed to pull your hand away from his chest to start healing him but he stopped you. “What?” you asked.

“Give me a kiss.”

“A kiss?”

“A kiss, yes.”

“George, you’re still bleeding and—”

“Just one, please,” he cut you off once more. “I thought I almost didn’t make it, you know. Then I kept thinking what if it really was the end of it all, and then I remembered I only kissed you on the forehead before I left, and that would’ve been the last kiss you had from me.”

He truly had a peculiar mind. You ought to think that there were better things to think of when you were perhaps on the brink of death, and yet what he was thinking of was that he never gave you a proper kiss on the lips.

“You’re a bloody idiot, love,” you said, leaning in to give him one peck on the lips, “and quite literally too, that is.” You gave him another kiss, this one fuller and with George placing a hand on your back to press you further towards him.

It was only when the both of you heard Fred cough that you pulled away, glancing behind you to see his twin brother looking at him with worry.

“Sorry to steal him away from you, ____,” Fred said as you stood up, granting him the permission to go to your previous spot. “Just had to check on this clumsy git.”

You chuckled, hugging Fred quickly too in gratefulness because he was fine as well, before going to the kitchen and preparing something for the whole lot to eat with Molly.

As you waited for the water to boil for some tea, you leaned on the counter and gazed towards George who was still conversing with Fred.

The moment your eyes met for a brief second, he had the nerve to wink.

You smiled.

[deans-angel67]

Just Friends

Summary: They're "just friends"

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 600

Warning: none really, angst?

Everyone knew they were inseparable. Wherever she was, he was right there beside her. They were attracted by the hip, 'I'm going to get food.' 'Let me grab my jacket.' They shared a bed, and always did research at the same time. No matter what they were doing they were together. Dean and Y/n if one was close the other couldn't be very far.

A/N: Drabble. Let me know if you enjoy things in this format. Also would you be interested in me turning this into a series?

____

Y/n joined the Winchesters after her parents where killed. None of her family could take her in (not that they would have). So John kept her, she was quiet and shy, which was normal considering she was grieving. But she eventually broke out of her shell, thanks to Sam's thousands of questions and Dean's sympathetic glances. She'd answer all the questions and she started to be herself again slowly. She got closer to the brothers but mostly to Dean. It was bound to happen with the amout of time they spent together. They shared a bed, spent hours if not days in a car together and had all the same classes. Even though she was a year younger than him (she skipped 3rd grade).

They had quite a bit in common. Same music taste, they enjoyed the same movies and food. But something about them just clicked and they never left each other's side. Even when Sam went to college and John left, they always had each other. Throught out the years they went through a lot of things and they bonded, over trauma, over sports, over homework. They built an incredible strong trust between the two of them and it was never broken. Y/n was probably the only one who had ever seen Dean truly cry, and he was the only one who had ever seen her so angry she beat a man half to death. Which was extremely unlike her. They comforted each other.

Now they were adults, and they knew everything about each other. They knew the others triggers, when they needed comfort, physical touch, when they needed to be alone or just some encouraging word. Most people assumed that they were dating because of how in sync they were. Always knowing the others next move, but they were....

JUST FRIENDS.

It was something they had both said numerous times throughout the years. Sam knew that saying those words always hurt Y/n. She fell first, how could she not? He understood everything that she was going through, he was kind and gentle. He smelled like pin cones, cologne and leather. Not to mention he was tall, with beautiful eyes, a killer smile and an adorable attitude with alot of sarcasm mixed into it. He always made time for her and his touch gave her butterflies. He would hold the door open and stay near by when he noticed she didn't feel safe.

But when he realized that he was falling for her it became chaos in his head. Her kindness, compassion and her soft smile. The way she always smelled good honey and mint even though they stayed in musty motel rooms. Her way of always having a brighter perspective and a chipper attitude. Yes, she had her bad days, but who didn't. She would play along his sarcastic wit, and she never failed to make him smile.

But neither was willing to risk there friendship for a stupid crush. A crush that made her heart swell, and that made him feel jealous the moment another man looked her way. They were oblivious to each other. They were just friends. That's what they tried to convince themselves at least.

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor III

chapter 3! chapter 2 here, chapter 1 here

this connie dude barely knew you and was acting weird. but weirdly enough, you were beginning to constantly think about him. whenever you were working, your daydreaming would be interrupted by thoughts of him and you didn’t even know basic information about him. maybe you would build the courage to attempt to get that information and maybe it would stop his hostility towards you. maybe.

“y/n.” your thoughts were interrupted by your brother trying to get your attention over facetime for the umptenth time.

“hm?”

“you didn’t hear me calling you?”

“no, i was..”

“zoning out. you do that a lot now, wanna tell me why?~” if you told jean, you were sure he’d ask tons of questions that you didn’t know the answer to.

“no.”

“and why not? you used to tell me everything but now you’re so secretive. i know you’re older now but you can still talk to me.”

“i’m fine, i promise.” you smiled to give jean some reassurance.

“whatever you say. anyways, connie is coming over later today, is that okay with you?”

“does he have to come over everyday? don’t you have other friends?”

“yeah but i like him more. why? you don’t want him around or something?” its not that you didn’t want him around, you were just starting to feel things that you didn’t want to feel so you just wanted to avoid them.

“he’s cool, i guess.” you didn’t know him enough to think that he was cool. you just though he was mean now, atleast to you.

“are you sure? because i’ll set him straight if he’s acting weird–”

“no its cool, he’s cool.”

connie did come over later on that day and you were glad jean told you beforehand so you can stay in your room until he left. but your mission to avoid him didn’t stop him from finding a way to bother you still.

you were vibing out in your room listening to music while doing work for online classes when your door opened, you thought it was just jean so you didn’t stop doing what you were doing until you realized it was connie’s head peeking through the cracked door instead.

“um,” you grabbed your roku remote and paused your music. “can you leave?”

“oh i thought this was the bathroom, my bad.” he smirked. you know connie has been there enough to know where the bathroom was.

“well, it’s not so can you leave me alone?” he ignored you and came all the way inside your room, closing the door shut behind him.

“whatcha doin?” he walked over to you and looked at what your laptop. you slid over away from him and he sat in the space on your bed.

“i’m not in the mood for you today, leave me alone connie.”

“i wanna apologize.” you ears perked up and you looked up at him to make sure he was legit about what he wanted to say.

“really?”

“yeah, i’m sorry for being an ass. i don’t know why i thought it was okay to treat you like that especially when we literally just met.” he laughed. you were quiet for a minute before you responded.

“do you treat every new person you meet like that?”

“probably. but it ends with you. i’m sorry, y/n.”

“did my brother make you apologize?”

“did you tell him anything?” you shook your head. “then no. i’m a grown man, i know how to hold myself accountable.”

“sure.” you mumbled and rolled your eyes as connie got up and left.

when connie left your room, jean saw that and had questions.

“what the fuck con.”

“i was looking for the bathroom.”

“i’m not stupid. why were you in y/n’s room?”

“i had to talk to her about something. get off my dick johnny boy.” connie plopped onto the couch and pulled out his lighter and a blunt he had in his pocket.

“you better not be doing no funny shit with my sister man. she’s a baby.”

“i thought you said she was 18.” jean mentally face-palmed.

“she is. she’s a baby, and i don’t need you trying to dog her out like you do your other hoes.”

“you didn’t even need to say all that. it’s not like we fucking or anything, we literally just met.”

“that’s never stopped you.” connie may have thought jean was playing with him but he was serious. one thing jean didn’t play about was you so he wanted to make sure nothing happened to you especially at the hands of his promiscuous best friend.

“you’re overreacting.”

“that’s my sister—“

“i got it.”

when connie left, jean went to your room to talk to you about why connie came to your room and to see if he was really overreacting.

“hey~” jean entered your room

“wassup.” you were done with your work and was watching a movie.

“why was connie leaving your room earlier?”

“he wanted to talk.”

jean crossed his arms. “about?”

“he wanted to apologize for being an ass.”

“you didn’t tell me that—“

“because you’d overreact and do the whole overprotective brother thing. i’m not a child, y’know.”

“i know. but i just want to make sure your okay at all times.”

“i’m okay, jean.”

“are you sure?” you were silent and all you gave him was a look, which told him to stop talking and leave. although you and connie both agreed to dead the issue, jean still felt in his gut that something more was going on. if it hasn’t happened yet, he knew it would happen soon and that scared him.

[petersbaby]

Somebody else - Eddie’s girl x reader and stepbro!eddie x reader

Warnings: stepcest, oral (f x f receiving), smut, very light angst, it’s a lot and a little confusing

Inspired by this ask:

This isn’t exactly what you wanted, I put my own twist on it. I hope you still like it. <3

-

Your step brother Eddie had been seeing this new girl. You had mixed feelings, mostly grappling with the idea that you almost don’t want him to have anyone but you. You decided that if he can have a girl, so can you. It’ll just so happen to be the same one. You’re bi, but nobody in your family knows, including Eddie.

You’d been picking up on the feeling that she may be too. You hadn’t missed the way she’d look at you just as much as she did him, the soft smiles traded, and the subtle but present flirtatious vibes you gave each other often. It all leads up to to this.

A Saturday morning, a morning after she spent the night with Eddie at your house. She comes downstairs to the kitchen, the house is quiet. So quiet that you scared her when she sees you standing there, leaning against the counter.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry. Eds isn’t up?”

You knew he wasn’t, it was too early in the morning.

“No, I thought I would come down and make some coffee, is that okay?”

“Already made some. Here.”

You grab a mug from the cabinet and pour her a cup, adding milk and creamer until it was a nice light brown color.

“How’d you know the way I like my coffee?” She half-laughs, taking the cup from you appreciatively.

“Dunno. You’re a sweet girl, I can’t imagine you like anything less than that.”

She clearly blushes as your flirting caught her totally off guard.

“Thank you.”

“You need it after staying up late fucking my brother, quite loudly, may I add.” You shrug, nonchalantly. Her face beats up even more.

“Oh, I- um… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be loud, I feel a little embarrassed now.” She says, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Thin walls. Don’t be, it’s not like I don’t know it’s happening. I was wondering something, though.”

“Okay… what is it?”

“I’m just gonna ask you, do you like girls? Because personally, I think I could make you feel a lot better than he can.”

She shifts awkwardly, clutching the cup in her hands.

“I don’t… wow, that’s a lot,” she starts, overwhelmed with the ambush she got from you upon coming to the kitchen. “I don’t know. I’ve never, uh, done anything like that before. So I’m not sure if I do.”

“I’ll ask you this. Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“…yes.”

“So why not try, with me?”

“I mean, I have a boyfriend.” She states as if you’d forgotten.

“I know, but he doesn’t have to find out. No pressure, just, if you’re curious. You know where I’ll be.” You wink at her.

You head back up to your room and leave her standing there in awe of everything that was just said. She thinks, really thinks, and knows it’s not smart but finds her legs carrying her body up the stairs to your bedroom door. It opens softly.

“Hi.” You smile at her from your bed.

She enters, shutting the door behind her. She stands there for a few moments.

“So… what do I… what do we do?”

“Well first off, you need to come here. You look scared, I promise I don’t bite. Unless that’s something you like.”

She walks towards you, and you take her hands, pulling them down and pulling her down all together onto the mattress in front of you.

“You wanna start with a kiss?”

“Mhm.” She nods.

You bring your hand to the side of her face, holding it gently before leaning in to press your lips against hers. They’re soft and they taste sweet and you instantly decide you can’t get enough. You deepen it, letting the kiss grow more intense and start to move your hands.

They glide down her shoulders and snake around her waist, grabbing and holding onto it, and you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip to request permission. She grants you access to her mouth, letting your tongue enter and explore, and letting hers dance against it. Your hands fall once more, now down to her hips.

Your fingers creep beneath the fabric of her shirt and you run them up her body til you reach her tits, cupping them roughly in your hands. At this point, she’s breathing hard and fast, panting against your lips.

You decide to give her a break by separating and you take that as a chance to get her shirt off. Underneath was a plain black bra, a push-up, but her tits were still really nice. You return your hands to her sides and go in to kiss on her neck.

“Shit,” she breathes, and you silently take note of that. She likes that. She likes it so you continue, spending lots of time licking and gently suckling on the most sensitive skin at the bend of her neck and shoulder.

You made sure not to leave a mark on her, though. You try to be gentle, having to periodically remind yourself she’s never had an experience like this and is exploring.

“So pretty,” you say quietly, admiring her torso. “Can I see ‘em?”

She nods, reaching behind herself expertly unclasping her bra. You tug the straps down and pull it off her body. Now, you push her back onto your plush comforter, sort of hovering over her body.

You take one of her nipples into your mouth, already perfect and pebbles for you, and suck on it. Her chest noticeably rises and falls with each breath. You give the other one attention as well before pausing.

“Do you like this? Do you still want this?” You searched for updated consent.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, please. Can I see you too?”

“Of course.” You oblige.

You pull your t shirt off over your head, and that was that, no bra underneath, and she sits up a little. She stares at your chest, definitely intrigued and interested. This time, she touches you, reaching out and gently grasping your waist.

They can’t help but keep moving, and they reach your tits. They stay there, unmoving. You look at her and nod, giving reassurance that it’s okay, and she kneads your breasts in her hands. You smile as she looks at you with wonder.

“We kissed,” she whispers, “what now?”

“I can eat you out. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please. Very much, yes.”

“Your manners are so cute. Such a good girl.”

She blushes at this and tries to hold it back.

You start to trail kisses down her stomach until you got to the waistband of her sweatpants. You kiss each of her hip bones before hooking your fingers in the band, tugging them off.

Little black panties too. Matching set. She kicks her pants off her ankles and lets her legs fall open as you situate yourself in front of her heat. You lean in to place a kiss to her clothed clit, and she wiggles in place. She’s antsy, desperate to get down to it, and you show her mercy.

“These off, too.” You state, and she helps remove the barrier between your mouth and her cunt. The panties fall somewhere to the side, maybe in the floor. Didn’t matter.

“I’m gonna do this, but if you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay.” She looks down at you with blown out eyes, nodding dumbly.

You lick a stripe from her wet hole all the way up to her clit, and she gasps loudly. You repeat that a few times, then focus completely on her clit. You tease it with your tongue, switching between licking and sucking on it. When you suck on her clit for the first time, she becomes vocal.

“Oh, my god. Oh god, holy shit.” She moans.

Sounds straight out of a porno. She had thrown her head back and shut her eyes tight, thoroughly enjoying your talented mouth.

You’re focused in, but can’t help but hear when your door creaks. You momentarily look, and see your sleepy step brother in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and trying to wake himself up more.

When he focused in on you two, he was in complete shock and awe. He wanted to be angry with you, knowing you were absolutely the one that was behind this, but he also really, really liked seeing it.

You make eye contact with him, smiling slyly, then returning to what you were doing. She didn’t notice, not one bit, blissfully unaware that her boyfriend and your brother was watching you. You knew, and you let him.

He watched as you gave his girlfriend the best head she’s gotten in her life, as you made her cum all over your face til her legs were shaking. When you slide a finger in, she opens her eyes, only staring down at you first.

Then she sees him in her peripheral vision. She gasps and jumps, squeezing her legs shut, and you back away, wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand.

“How long have you been standing there, Eddie…?” She asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, how long, you pervert?” You join in, knowing damn well you knew he was watching you for a hot minute. Shit eating grin on your face.

“You… you’re fucking my step sister.” He says plainly, looking at her now.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie, I don’t know what got into me.” She scrambles to get the words out and to find all of her clothing.

“I can explain.” She offers once fully clothed again.

“I think it’s best you go home. Okay?” He tells her.

-

“What the fuck happened? I woke up and she was gone, then I found her in here…”

“Well,” you start, but are cut off.

“You’re not gay. I know that, because we’ve fucked a million times.” He tries rationalizing.

“You’re correct, I’m not. I like both. She was pretty, and I wanted her.”

“You did this for attention. You wanted me to catch you, didn’t you? You wanted to steal my girlfriend?”

You shrug.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You ruined my relationship, and I’m really mad, but I need to be mad later.”

“It was hardly a relationship. A month is nothing.” You remark, not really listening to him.

“I can’t look at her again without seeing you. You knew that. Now I can’t be with her.”

He shuts your door behind him and locks it this time. Now you’re listening, now it’s intense.

He lifts up his shirt to show you the massive hard-on he has tucked up into his waistband.

“You’re evil. You’re evil, but god, that was so hot.”

You just smile, knowingly.

He climbs into your bed, roughly flipping you over onto your stomach. He grabs your shorts at the waistband and tugs them off, leaving you fully undressed and you sit your bottom half up on your knees. You excitedly arch your back, ass high up in the air, spreading your legs.

“Fucking hell.” He comments under his breath at your eagerness. In just a moment, he’s pushing his pants and boxers both down his thighs and letting his erection spring free. You feel it slap against your ass when he does, practically drooling and needing him so bad.

He spits down into his hand, coating his cock with it and pumping himself up and down a few times. He grabs both sides of your ass hard, fingernails digging in deep to the flesh.

He brings you closer, he’s right up against your entrance, but isn’t doing much more. You push back, trying to get him inside you, but you only get the tip before he realizes.

“Stop.” He warns. “I’ll give it to you when I want, you’re in no place to be demanding right now.”

“Sorry.” You say quietly.

You sit and wait, only for a few seconds, until he sinks down into you almost all at once. You moan out loud and long from the feeling of being completely empty and then completely and totally full.

“Mmh, fuck,” you moan, partially trying to keep yourself quiet by burying your face in your arms as your elbows prop you up.

You were getting what you wanted. You turned him on so bad that he had to fuck you senseless before he could even think straight. Once he came, he’d process that he’d kicked out his new girlfriend in favor of his stepsister, proceeding to fuck her when the other girl left.

Any time, any place, any situation, if it was you or someone else he would pick you. Every. Single. Time. You knew he’d pick you. The truth is that you didn’t want her as much as you just wanted her gone. You wanted Eddie to remember that you’re his #1 girl and he only really loved you.

You don’t mind the sting of his nails digging into your skin, or the rough way he was handling you. He fucked you hard and fast, leaving you crying softly and mewling, without words.

Every thrust, you swear, knocked the wind out of you. It was animalistic, passionate. You can hear him grunting behind you. He was focused. Chasing his release. Pounding into you.

“This ass, this pussy, so fucking perfect. God, so perfect.”

You don’t mind the sting of his nails digging into your skin, or the rough way he was handling you. He fucked you hard and fast, leaving you crying softly and mewling, without words.

“Mmm, oh fuck,” you whimper, his ferocity at an all-time high and his cock hitting your spongey spot over and over and over until…

“God, Eddie, please.” You whimper again, barely audible, shortly before feeling your lower stomach tighten up and then spasm, the walls of your pussy squeezing hard around him.

Your white, sticky fluid coats Eddie’s cock, you can both feel it. Even after you rode out the orgasm, he didn’t let up. It was so much, so good.

“Goddamn it, I’m gonna fill you up.” He mumbles, still concentrated and thrusting at a steady pace.

“Please, please.” You beg. Of course you want that, you want nothing more than that.

“Fuck, shit.” He groans, thrusting one last time before spilling as deep inside you as he could go. You feel his cum inside you, warm and comfortable as it always is, making you feel whole again.

He waits a little while until he pulls out, but finally does. You let your body fall limp on the bed, not keeping your ass up any more. You roll over onto your back, just to see him. He was sweating, flushed, pink cheeks.

“Evil.” He breathes.

“Who, me?” You ask, with big blown out eyes.

“You.” He grabs his sweatpants, pulling them on, then plops down next you you in your bed.

“Eds.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you lots.”

“I love you too. You know that.”

“Then why try to replace me?”

He is silent for a minute.

“Good question, baby. I won’t, never again. I’d love to see you fucking another girl again, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. Just not one you took from me.”

“Okay.”

[azsazz]

Promises

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Oh my god could you imagine domestic Az getting his kids ready cause you’re sick and need rest? Like trying to braid hair and get everyone ready for school? 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 962

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If there was one thing that Azriel’s children were not, it was quiet.

“Shh,” he scolds his two sons who are running around the kitchen. How they have so much energy this early in the morning he didn’t know, but he’s regretting giving them pancakes for breakfast on a school day. “Mommy is trying to sleep!”

They don’t listen, why would they? So Azriel uses the greatest weapon in his arsenal, his shadows. He coos down to the baby strapped to his chest, hoping that Jax will hold off from crying until he’s at least out the door with the other children.

You weren’t feeling the best last night and you and your mate decided it was better if you took the morning to rest instead of waking up early to corral the children and get them ready for school. He promised that he was more than capable and had done things much harder than this, but he may have been a little too confident in his abilities.

Mother, how does she do it? He thinks to himself as his shadows curl around his son's torsos, stopping them from running. They whine and grab at the darkness but Az doesn’t let them yield, instead tossing their shoes over to where the boys plant themselves on the ground pouting.

“Help Baz put his shoes on please,” he calls over his shoulder, loud enough so that Wren knows he means it but not loud enough for you to wake up as he pulls his daughters hair up messily, twisting the tie into it. Half of her ink black hair is out of the style and half looks tangled into the elastic and he groans to himself. No one could do Zuzu’s hair as well as you could. Well, maybe Cassian, but he doesn’t have the time nor the patience for his brothers taunting this morning.

He helps his daughter put her own shoes on, who babbles happily up at him as he does so, and he smiles down at her, kissing her soft cheeks when she's ready, holding her on his hip but being mindful of the other baby nestled into his chest.

Azriel sighs because finally, they’re ready to leave the house. He’d packed all of the lunches beforehand and double checked that everyone was neatly dressed (with undergarments) and had their backpacks ready for school.

He doesn’t have a moment to pause because Wren and Baz have gone silent and he turns around so slowly, hoping that they’re just concentrating on getting their shoes strapped on but he knows that’s not true. Those two were sneaky just like him and they’re not where he left them when he fully turns around.

He bites back the curse that he wants to groan so badly, sending his shadows skittering for his sons. The house is far too quiet for anything good to be happening.

His shadows find them in your room and he does curse out loud this time, making his way up the staircase as quick as he can without jostling the children in his arms too much. 

“Mommy?” Baz is whispering, patting his hand on the mattress by your face when Azriel pushes quietly through the door.

Your sleepy voice is soft, rough, as your hand snakes out from under the thick blanket to run your fingers soothingly through his hair. “Bazzy?”

Azriel’s heart clenches. It’s clear that you are feeling unwell, he can hear it, sounding stuffy and exhausted, can hear the chattering of your teeth though you’re wrapped up beneath the comforter.

“Come on boys,” Azriel says, trying to usher your two sons away, “It’s time to go to school.” 

Baz doesn’t move an inch, staring up at you with big eyes even when Azriel places a hand on his shoulder to get him walking. 

“No,” he protests, shoving Azriel’s hand off of him and tucking closer to the bed, “Wanna stay with mommy.”

“Baz,” Azriel gets ready to scold but his second oldest cuts him off with a sad voice.

“Mommy needs cuddles,” he pouts, patting your hand gently.

“Cuddles?” he asks, furrowing his brows for a moment until his son explains.

“Mommy always gives me cuddles when I’m sick,” he sniffles, and Azriel’s heart jumps in his chest. His son is very attached to you and his empathetic nature makes him ache. “I need to give her cuddles to make her feel better.”

“Mommy doesn’t want you getting sick baby,” you brush the hair back from his forehead, peeking your hurting eyes open for a glimpse of your child. Baz has the saddest frown on his face and he looks absolutely adorable as much as seeing him like this devastates you. “Can you be good for daddy? Walk with him to school? You can give me cuddles when you get home.”

And you don’t want him getting sick but you know he’s as stubborn as Azriel and won’t go until you’ve bargained with him.

“Promise?” he ponders, holding onto your wrist.

Azriel responds for you. You tried your very best not to make promises to your children, not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t want them going through the pain and markings of a bargain at such young ages. You’d teach them about that when they are older.

“Come on bub,” he ushers the little one again and this time Baz recedes, “I’ll cuddle mommy until you’re back from school.”

“Promise?” you whisper, throat sore and nose bright red. But Azriel thinks you’re as beautiful as the day you first met.

He smirks, following the children towards the door but glancing at you over his shoulder. “I promise.”

The burn of the tattoo marking itself across his skin has him hurrying along the children faster.

[hellcatinnc]

Brothers Conflict Fuuto Asahina Review

Includes Spoilers

So I wanted to do a review of Fuuto based off the game on PS Vita as well as the anime. I will eventually get around to do some of the other routes but I figured if I didn't post this I wouldn't get to it for awhile.

I started off hating this little shit from the anime however I will say in some of his close moments with Ema did bring a different vibe at times that I found myself somewhat attracted to him but still hated him. Not gonna lie sometimes I found his interactions like in the elevator on the ova pretty fuckin hot. I think it was a pain that a younger brother was more of a ass but after playing the game I realized he really is nothing more than a tsundere. Also the vampire scene was also pretty hot but I have a thing about vampires anyways.

Then I went to play the game and omg he started off as a ass again but damn he started doin sweet stuff and I couldn't help but start to love this guy. He would buy ema stuff without her asking and snuggle her why he watched his favorite movies with her. He would grab her hand and hold it when she didn't ask and tell her he wanted her to stay with him all night in his bedroom yet not sexually. Yes he still had his cheekiness to him with his sexual things but its funny as time goes on you really get to see why he doesn't let people in. He is so used to people wanting something from him all the time or wanting him to do stuff for them that he doesn't recognize when someone just wants to know him and expects nothing in return.

His story is sadder than you think because without getting close to him you never realize he works so much, has a weird schedule so doesn't see many people, and people want him to be something he really gets tired of being. He puts on a fake smile and persona for everyone but he is actually rather lonely. This is why he can be so bitter and even though sexually he likes to make comments I have come to learn its a coping mechanism for him I think he is so lonely that with even a sexual connection to someone he would gladly embrace. However you find that behind all his comments he will say he is joking but I think its more so you don't suspect of him just wanting to be close.

At times he tells Ema in sleepovers he just wants her to hold him all night. These are the moments you see the genuine side of Fuuto and how lonely he is. When he opens up to her about his wants of being a actor you can see such a happiness in him of sharing this with someone. Honestly at the end of of it all I really think I have grown to love Fuuto quiet alot used to be he was barely on my radar now he is in my top 3 guys now. Now I love tsundere's so maybe thats why I loved his character in the end but I also just wanted to understand where he was coming from.

He bought her gifts and took her to sweet romantic places where it was just the two of them. You really saw him falling in love with her and as he did he started not being so rough and rude with her. He had his moments like anyone else when he had little sleep or a bad day. This being said he got where he would come to her when he needed someone to talk to. He even goes out of his way to tell her that she is pretty even more so than the women he sees everyday.

The confession of love he gives is so cute even though he is right about needing to stay a secret due to her being family and his career but you can tell he still cuts corners sometimes and forgets or just doesn't care because he wants a bit of normalcy that others get. You can tell if he could though he would shout it to the world and not care. He even goes the extra mile of going to public school to be closer to her more often which is so cute and he is so hurt when Ema makes the statement to a friend that she thought he just did it on a whim and I really think she hurt him by saying that and him hearing which hurt my heart.

At Valentine's day in japan the women give to men and Ema did give him something but he came back and surprised her as well with a gift of expensive chocolates that he waited in line for just to get her that are normally sold out, like how sweet is that. His christmas gift is a song he sings to her right in the middle of a stadium he can't come out and say its his sister but he apologizes for practically being a little shit and that he wanted to give this to her.

For anyone who would normally pass up on dating Fuuto I would say if your into tsundere's you will love him how over if you like sweet boys he really is one you just got to get past his outer shell and who he has to be for everyone else. I'm glad I romanced him all the way through he gave me a love for him I don't think I would have ever gotten just from the anime.

[sleepy-razor]

Found Family(Platonic Genshin + Child!Reader)

Request!!: Ok get this— platonic fluff, how certain characters react to meeting child reader for the first time- i just want that tooth rotting, coma inducing, sweet fluff. Whether its both as kids, or idk they’re adopting you as a kid or you’re their new sibling la k e please i need this— anyway imagine like kaeya, diluc, razor, Xiao, Aether——ok anyway toodle loo

Warnings: None that I can think of??

Characters: Aether, Diluc, Jean(feat. Barbara), Kaeya, Razor, Xiao

Notes: I went ahead and added Jean and Barbara in the mix because I love Jean, I hope that’s okay!

Aether

Aether was no stranger to kids.

He’d helped care for many in the other worlds he’d visited with Lumine, but you still came to him as a surprise.

He’d found you in Mondstadt, scared and alone in the streets, and the first thing he did was take you to the Knights of Favonius headquarters to search for your parents. 

Unfortunately, nothing had come up within two weeks, and by that time, you had gotten attached.

Aether took it in stride, welcoming you like a big brother would, with a smile and open arms. He often times takes you traveling and will leave you with trusted individuals if a particular commission is too dangerous.

It’s late by the time Aether returns to the Wangshu Inn. Verr Goldet greets him with a warm smile, handing him the key he’d left with her to make sure you were being cared for while he was gone.

“How were they?”

“Well-behaved, as always,” Verr Goldet responds, laughing softly to herself. “They might still be awake, though. They insisted on staying up to welcome you home.”

Aether’s heart swells hearing that, and his eyes burn with unshed tears, though he doesn’t let them fall. Instead, he thanks Verr Goldet and quickly makes his way up the stairs and to the room that you’d be sharing for the night.

As she had said, there you were, sitting up in the bed in your pajamas, squinting sleepily at the door as it creaked open. “Welcome back,” you mutter, trying (and failing) to stifle a yawn.

“[Name], you should be asleep by now,” Aether gently scolds, walking toward the bed after he removes his boots. He scoops you into his arms as he settles down on the bed, caging you in a warm hug.

“I wanted to make sure you came back safely,” you respond, your voice growing quieter as the added warmth draws you further into dreamland.

God, Aether almost died after hearing you say that.

He vows to protect you with his life, holding you close as you fall asleep.

Your family may have had a strange start, but you two wouldn’t have it any other way.

Diluc

You were, by no means, a surprise.

Diluc had planned meticulously for your arrival after receiving word from the Knights of Favonius that they had recovered a child from a village that had been ransacked by the Abyss.

You were quiet for the first few days, slightly unnerved by the new surroundings and the sheer amount of people (Diluc and the staff) doting on you, but eventually you warmed up to everyone.

Eventually, you took to following Diluc around the vineyards surrounding the manor, and even “patrolling” it on your own to make sure there were no grape thieves.

It didn’t bother you when Diluc had to leave for long periods of time either.

You knew about his work as the “Darknight Hero”, though you had sworn you wouldn’t tell a single soul about it.

Adelinde was the one in charge of your care while Diluc was away, making sure you were well-fed and keeping up with your studies.

Diluc made sure to spend as much time as he could with you, remembering just how happy it made him that Crepus would play with him.

“[Name],” Diluc calls into the manner, shrugging his coat onto his shoulders. “Are you ready?”

“Almost!” comes the response, followed by the overhead thumping of your footsteps as you all but flew down the stairs. You grabbed your backpack, one that Albedo had kindly made for you, skidding to a stop at Diluc’s feet with a wide grin on your face.

Amused by your enthusiasm, Diluc snorts and reaches down to ruffle your hair. “Good,” he hums. “We wouldn’t want to be late to see everyone, now would we?”

His heart lifts at the way your face brightened further and you start excitedly rambling about getting to see Kaeya again. He takes your hand in his, and together, you begin the trek to the city.

Jean(feat. Barbara)

Barbara was the one who brought you to her.

You had just been deposited on the doorstep of the church with no clue as to who your family was or how you got there, so at a loss, Barbara brought you to her big sister for help. 

A search was conducted, but unfortunately the results came up empty.

After learning such news, Jean decided that she would be the one to take care of you.

It was rocky at first, after all it had been years since Barbara had been a small child, but she eventually got the hang of it again.

The other Knights see you as a godsend, because ever since Jean took you in, she’s been taking more breaks instead of being cooped up behind her desk all the time.

You were quite the little troublemaker, and often got hurt while tripping over your own feet or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Barbara was exasperated by the fact, as was Jean, but they knew that you were just a kid, and scrapes were bound to happen now and again.

“Miss Barbara! Look what I found!”

Barbara lifts her head as you come bounding through the cathedral, a bundle of white flowers clutched tightly in your little hands.

“Oh? What is it, [Name]?”

She crouches down to get a better look. Cecilias.

“Flora gave them to me!” you exclaim proudly, eyes sparkling. “I thought you and Miss Jean would like them!”

Barbara’s smile widens at the thought. “Thank you so much,” she praises, placing a hand on your head. “Why don’t we go and give them to Jean now?”

You nod enthusiastically, and Barbara scoops you up into her arms, carrying you off to surprise your big sister.

Kaeya

Kaeya was the one to find you on the way to the Angel’s Share to have a drink with Rosaria.

You were new to the city, at least, that’s what Kaeya had assumed, considering he had never seen you before.

He had tried to ask you if you knew where your family was, to which you shook your head.

You had just moved to the city, and had gotten separated from your parents while you had been exploring.

Kaeya made it his personal mission to reunite you with your family, and luckily, that was done quickly.

Your parents were relieved that you’d been found and were safe, and thanked Kaeya profusely.

They quickly came to trust him, and were much more comfortable with letting you run around the city on your own if they knew he was patrolling.

You’re hiding around here somewhere. Kaeya knows that for a fact. You had a strange fixation with hiding from the Cavalry Captain so he could find you and start the game all over again.

He didn’t mind it, you were like a younger sibling to him, and your parents trusted him a great deal with your safety. The way you followed him around and begged him to play with you reminded him of when he and Diluc had been children, and the time spent with you filled the emptiness their bond had once filled.

Well, speak of the devil.

As Kaeya is lost in thought, a small weight slams into one of his legs, little arms wrapping around it as the Cavalry Captain stumbled with a good-natured laugh. “Well, hello to you too, [Name],” he greets you with a smile, his hand coming to land on your head.

You say nothing, only tipping your head back to beam up at him. The backpack on your shoulders tells him that school has just ended, and you had decided to seek him out before heading home.

“Tell me how your day was,” Kaeya says, taking your hand. “And I’ll make sure you get home safely.”

Razor

Razor had no clue what to do with you when he found you.

A small child wandering around Wolvendom? Didn’t you realize how dangerous that was, especially since you didn’t have a vision?

He tried his best to ask you questions and figure out where you came from, but he wasn’t getting anywhere on his own, so he ended up seeking out Bennett for help.

When he learned that you had no family to speak of, Razor decided right then and there that you would be part of his Lupical.

He set about teaching you how to hunt in the woods, and how to communicate with the wolves, though the latter took more time for you to master than he would have liked.

Nonetheless, you showed extreme promise as a hunter with your quick thinking and your sharp reflexes.

The wolves took to you very quickly as well, though Andrius was more apprehensive when Razor tried explaining the situation to him.

Eventually you were properly accepted into the pack, and Razor deigned you his younger sibling.

“Razor!”

The wolf boy turns, eyes lighting up when you come bounding through the trees.

“[Name]!”

He catches you in a hug when you throw yourself into his arms.

“How was the city?”

“Crowded,” you answer, beaming up at him. “I met with Lisa, though! She taught me how to read a bit more, and even gave me a book to bring back with me!” You turn, rummaging in your bag before pulling out the book in question.

It’s short, nothing more than a mere picture book, but the way your eyes gleam with pride is absolutely worth the accomplishment. “Proud of you,” Razor praises, and you seem to almost glow from the praise.

“After we eat, I could probably read to you and Lupical later,” you say excitedly, following your older brother as he begins to lead you back through the forest.

Razor only smiles. “Lupical would love that.”

Xiao

It was no secret that Xiao kept his distance from mortals.

He couldn’t risk them becoming affected by his karmic debt, but in the end, he can only avoid them until they start intentionally seeking him out.

Which, in some cases, was you.

You had been adopted by Verr Goldet and Huai’an, becoming a permanent resident of the inn where you were allowed to run amok and play to your heart’s content, so long as you stayed out of trouble.

The first time you’d run into Xiao was by complete accident.

You, in typical childlike curiosity, had snuck up to the balcony that you had been warned was completely off-limits, desperate to see the view from that high up.

And there he was, standing with his back turned to the doorway and arms crossed over his chest.

You greeted him politely, as you had seen Verr do when new guests arrived downstairs, and Xiao whirled around, staring at you with wide and bewildered eyes before disappearing in a flurry of black and green.

Huai’an found you soon after, scooping you up into his arms and bringing you back down the stairs, quietly scolding you for breaking the rules.

Curious, you asked your adoptive parents about the strange man standing on the balcony, and, unable to escape the situation, they told you the story of the Vigilant Yaksha.

Xiao knows you’re coming this time, senses on high alert for the child who he had come to learn was Verr Goldet’s child.

He’s thankful you hadn’t cried when he disappeared on you, not like the last child who had ventured up here. Startled the poor thing.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” he says, listening to your feet patter against the wooden balcony before coming to a stop behind him.

“I brought you something,” you say.

He already knows, he could smell the almond tofu all the way from the first floor.

Xiao turns to regard you carefully.

You smile. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for Liyue,” you say carefully. Verr Goldet must have helped you rehearse what you wanted to say. “I asked Smiley Yanxiao to make you your favorite.”

Xiao’s heart melts at the admission, though he would be quick to deny it. Instead, he mumbles a quiet thanks and takes the bowl from your outstretched hands.

Satisfied that your task is complete, you say goodbye to the adeptus and run for the stairs, tossing a promise that you’d be back tomorrow over your shoulder.

Xiao definitely isn’t looking forward to it. Not by a long shot.

[mahs-dumpster]

a/n: this is supposed to be a small vignette story for this drawing I made-- anyways posting this and running away

contents: oc x canon

tagging: @viilpstick bc I told u I would write this

“Perse, someone left you a flower.” Vil said as he observed his friend and devoted fan get to class. As the girl set her school bag beside her chair she stared at the flower with curiosity, picking it up to examine its delicate petals. “Any idea who it is from?”

“...no.” she said, though her tone was rather distant as she stared at the plant. “It's a pomegranate flower. My favorite.”

“The person must know you well, then. I had no idea, since you're fond of flowers in general.” 

“Yes. It's been my favorite ever since I was young.” She grabbed a book and pressed the flower between its pages, trying to make sure the flower would stay with her for a while.

Perse sat down, fixing her hair and putting her book away. “I suppose whoever it is won't be stupid enough to try it again.”

“Why, do you not like secret admirers?”

“No. It's cowardice in my opinion. Sending someone gifts anonymously because they don't have the guts to talk to me in person.” She frowned and sighed. “I’m sorry for bothering you so early with this. I do hope you don't mind, Dahlia.”

“And there we go with those nicknames of yours…” Vil sighed with a slight smile on his face. “Well, do tell me if you ever find out who this admirer of yours is. I’m rather curious to know who this coward could be.”

As Vil went back to check on his makeup before the teacher arrived, Perse stayed quiet, deep in thought as she frowned slightly while remembering the flower. 

•••

“Perse Achillea! Someone gifted you a flower!” Little Ortho’s voice was heard by the girl who had been way too focused on her game to notice the flower that had been put in front of her door. She took her headphones off and walked towards the door which Ortho had previously walked — well, flew — by, and said flower was in the robot’s hand.

A pomegranate flower. Yet again.

Perse picked up the flower from his hands and stared at it, her eyebrows frowning at that. “I thought he would’ve given up. I clearly didn't make any effort to meet him.”

“Him? Do you happen to know who he is?” the boy questioned, curious but also a bit sad. Ortho was sure Perse and his brother were meant to be! But now this happens…

“No.” Perse quickly says, leaving the flower on her desk and going back to her game, headphones on. “I don't care anyway. I'm not interested in whoever is sending me these.”

“But for him to send you a flower, it must mean he cares about you.” Ortho makes a point, getting closer to her and taking her headphones off, making the girl complain as he held it high as he floated. He laughed at that and Perse couldn’t be mad at Ortho of all people. “I mean, it even has a note.”

“A note?” Perse questions, her curiosity coming back. “Why didn't you tell me before? Where is it, Ortho?”

“Well… I can give it to you, but!” He lifted a finger, still holding her headphones on his other arm. “I want permission to call you big sis for a week.”

“Ortho, we’ve talked about this.” Perse sighs and massages her forehead. 

“I know, but please! It's not that big of a deal! I mean I'm- I'm not even my big brother’s actual brother anyway.” the younger one argued, and Perse felt her heart break upon hearing those words. 

Ortho was someone she cared deeply, even if this Ortho wasn't… well, you know. Still, despite being a robot he was considered a Shroud, and Shrouds and Achilleas… they weren't meant to be anything but “coworkers”. They couldn't be anything but “master and servant”. Anything other than that was wrong. It doesn't matter how much she appreciates Ortho, how much she loved how kind and warm he was, how loving and affectionate he could be… it was… wrong.

“Ortho, listen…”

“Please.”

As she stared at his big yellow eyes, Perse's defenses began to go down, her walls began to break — well, just a bit. Her logical side was still very much present.

Perse sighed and scratched her neck. “Not a week, four days. For days of calling me that, no more.” Ortho threw himself at the girl, his metal arms seemed to crush her in a hug and it was a bit painful, but it didn't matter how much she complained Ortho kept hugging her and pulling her in his arms. Perse let herself chuckle at that. “Ok, ok, fine! Now give me the note and my headphones!”

Ortho giggled and quickly put the headphones on her head, grabbing the note he found with the pomegranate flower soon after. Perse got the note and unfolded it, only to loudly groan at it.

“What? What is it, big sis?” 

“Nothing. Just whoever this is being an utter idiot.” 

Perse threw the note in the air, seemingly not caring about it anymore and going back to her game. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as her movements with the mouse and keyboard were fast and stronger than necessary, indicating a bit of anger.

Ortho grabbed the note mid air, and not being able to resist he unfolded the piece of paper, blinking in confusion at what was written:

‘Sorry. You're the smartest person I know.’

•••

“Uh… Persie?” Cater calls his best friend, making her stop at the middle of the hallway to see a drone carrying a bouquet of, you guessed it, pomegranate flowers. The drone came just close enough to let go of the bouquet, quickly falling right into Perse's arms as she looked at it in shock. She saw a note just like last time falling with the flowers, and she quickly grabbed it. Cater whistled at that, impressed. “Dang, whoever this dude is, he's going above and beyond to get your attention, Persie. I’d given him a shot if I were you.

“Yeah, and end up with someone petty and dishonest?” She mumbled, rolling her eyes, but Cater was able to hear it and he lifted an eyebrow at that.

“Come on, he’s probably not like that!”

“...yes he is.” She frowns, giving Cater the bouquet and the note. “Stay with it, I'm not interested. You can throw them away, I don't care.” 

The girl left and even when Cater called to her she didn't look back, he looked at the bouquet and the note without knowing what to do. He glanced at the note and wondered if he should read it… I mean… Perse did say she wasn't interested…

Cater couldn't handle his curiosity and unfolded the note, reading quickly what was inside. He tilted his head in confusion not only because of the contest but because of the writing. He was sure he had seen it somewhere… 

The red head looked at the drone who still stood there, as if it had been heartbroken by the scene that unfolded. Cater gave the object the bouquet back and put the note in between the flowers. “Sorry lil’ buddy. Better luck next time.” 

And Cater left, and soon after the drone did too, but towards a different direction: towards Ignihyde dorm. 

As Perse finally got back to her room after her club activities with Vil and Ortho, she saw the same bouquet of flowers in front of her door, the note right in the middle of it. The tan girl heavily sighed, and picked the note, unfolding it to read what it had to say this time.

‘The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.’ 

Perse looked at the flowers and back to the note, sighing once again in defeat. She got the bouquet and brought it back inside, putting it in a vase she had laying around and leaving the note right beside it. Perse softly let her fingers caress the petals of each flower, a now determined look on her face.

•••

“So…” Ortho trailed off as he waited for his brother to begin his updates. “When were you gonna tell me you were big sis’s secret admirer?”

Idia nearly fell when he heard the younger boy’s question. The ends of his fiery hair turned pink in an instant as his face followed suit, and he held his tablet closer to his chest as if to protect himself.

“B-big sis? A-admirer??” He repeated, still not believing what his ears heard. “Sheesh, Ortho, no! I–I could never. That's extremely cringe. I mean in general I–I couldn't but– especially because it's… because it's Perse…” he felt his face burning up and he knew his hair was way pinker now. Ugh. Why. Why did feelings exist?

“Big bro, please, I recognized your writing on one of her notes.” Ortho stated. “You don't need to lie to me, you know? I know you’ve been in love with her ever since you were young.”

“I’m not-” Idia frowned in embarrassment. “I'm- I’m not in love with her! I-I mean she's beautiful- I mean, she's attractive- I mean, objectively speaking she's attractive you know like if you put a gun to my head and asked ‘hey is Perse Achillea attractive?’ I'd say yes of course she is because if I didn't I'd be lying but she's not only attractive I mean she's also incredibly smart and funny and fun to be around and she knows all the games I play and listens to me ramble for hours even though she probably does this out of pity you know but anyway I feel like I'm talking a lot am I talking a lot?”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” the younger one wasn't surprised in the slightest. That's his brother for ya. “Why are you taking the initiative now?”

“I'm not- I'm not taking the initiative, I'm not trying to flirt with her, I would never.” Idia mumbled, looking elsewhere with a pout. “We… We had a fight. A big one. I still think she was the one in the wrong-” lies. He was totally in the wrong. “-but regardless I… maybe I was a bit too harsh on her… I just want to apologize and she loves pomegranate flowers so…” 

“You're gifting her her favorite flowers to apologize?”

“Yeah… but she seems to be avoiding me more now that I’m sending them…” he sighed. “She probably thinks it's gross.”

“No. She thinks you're a coward.”

“Ortho!”

“I said that's what she thinks.”

“It is what I think.” Both brothers jumped at the sudden female voice that popped out of the blue. There, walking towards them, wearing her uniform and all was the subject of their conversation. Perse made her way to Idia as he started internally panicking. "So, you've got something ya wanna tell me?" She crossed her arms as Idia looked at Ortho, mentally asking for help, but unfortunately for him the little boy was on Perse's side now, so he just shrugged.

"Well... You shouldn't be eavesdropping on someone else's conversation."

"Idia for sevens's sake." Perse frowned, getting even closer to him, cornering the taller one between her and a table. "What do you have to tell me?"

He stayed silent, his eyes drifted elsewhere, not being able to hold her gaze. He held his tablet with more strength now, as if that somehow would make this situation go by quicker. Perse sighed.

"Of course you don't. I was stupid for even thinking you did." She turned around, meaning to go back to her room thinking she had decided to meet him for nothing, but before she could, Idia suddenly felt the courage — after being pinched by his brother — to say something.

"Wait." She stopped, still not facing him. Idia clicked his tongue. "I didn't mean to- I didn't- I'm sorry." She turned, crossing her arms. She wasn't satisfied, she needed more. Idia groaned but complied. "I'm sorry for not listening to you when you clearly warned me about our research. I'm sorry for being petty and for lying that I would do as you asked but in the end I didn't. And I'm sorry that our progress was ruined because of that."

Perse stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled. Still, she wanted to hear one more thing, and she made it known with the movement of her head. Idia went pink.

"And... I need you." She blinked, and Ortho put his metallic hand on where his mouth should be. Idia looked at the two quickly realizing how he sounded and fixing it right after: "to help me!! That's what I meant by it!"

Perse giggled at that, having fun at his expense. "Well, you did give me flowers. One could think you had other intentions..." She said in a flirtatious tone, and Idia quickly turned around towards his brother, desperately needing this conversation to be over.

“A-anyways! Ortho, come on, let me update you.” 

“Oh, uh- sure.” Ortho said, flying towards his brother and giving one last look towards Perse who still stood there, amused by all this. The girl decided to go back to her room though, after all, she had already gotten what she wished for.

As she finally got there, she noticed right in front of her door a small vase with yet another pomegranate flower. She took the vase and examined it as she got inside the room. It had a purple bow around it, no note in sight, but she knew all too well who had sent it to her. Must’ve sent it earlier that day, huh…

Perse giggled as she smelled the flower, in awe at its beautiful vibrant color. “I can't believe he remembered. After all those years he still knows my favorite flower?” She smiled softly at the plant, running her fingers through its petals. Upon realizing what she was doing however, her smile dropped, sighing heavily, disappointed with herself. “You’d think I'd be over him by now.”

[sketchy-rosewitch]

A Wolf, Sheep, and Rabbit Walk into a Bedroom: Bo Sinclair x afab!reader x Carly Jones

Warnings: dubcon, fingering, PinV, eating out, FFM, Bo is abusive.

A/N: THIS ONE TOOK FOREVER TOO JESUS CHRIST BUT YES FINALLY CARLY AND READER AND BO FUCKING HELL YEAAAAA

You heard her crying a few nights ago. At first you ignored her and continued talking to Bo but her muffled screams started to interrupt your thought process. Bo tried so hard to change the subject. Then he got pissed and went down there to ‘fix something.’ Then it was quiet.

You could still hear her yelling for help inside your head when you went to sleep that night. Still heard her voice as you made coffee. You heard her strained screams as you showered.

You just kept hearing her. You knew there was a man in Vincent’s basement. He was around the same age as you. You’d seen him multiple times. A fighter he was, attempting to leave the house every time you’d seen him. Vincent usually caught him, dragged him back to the basement. His name was Nick.

Now you wanted to know who was in Bo’s basement.

He told you to never go down there. Not if you didn’t want to be strapped to the chair again. Thing was there was an easy loophole, you couldn’t be strapped back in if someone else was already there.

That’s what you kept telling yourself as you made your way down there.

You unlock the door with the key you found sitting on the frame of it and push it open.

A girl around your age is strapped to the chair. Her eyes are tired yet big as you slowly shut the door and walk over to her.

Her mouth is glued shut and her screams are muffled because of it.

You furrow your brows at the noises she makes and put your finger to your lips, getting annoyed at all of her moving too you walk over and look at her restraints.

“You’re very pretty.” Is all you can say as you look at her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Her hair curled nicely over her shoulders and her eyes were a pretty blue. They were warmer than Bo’s blue eyes. Seemed friendlier too, even though right now all you read from them was fear.

“Are you going to scream if I get the glue off your lips?”

The girl’s eyes look like they’ll pop out of her head as you say that. She shakes her head aggressively. You can practically hear her begging, ‘No! No I won’t! I’ll be good!”

“You promise? Cause I’ll get in trouble if you do.”

You watch as she holds out her pinky. You smile and take it in yours and kiss your fist.

Maybe she could stay for a bit. Be your friend. You really did need a friend. Yeah Vincent and Lester were nice but they were also Bo’s brothers and you couldn’t gossip about anything to Bo’s brothers, not without Bo finding out. You learned that the hard way.

She seemed like she could keep a secret.

You walk towards the bathroom and grab a dingy rag and cup. You turn on the water, making sure the water was hot.

Honestly you were lucky the water even got this hot. Bo was smart like that though. Knew how to fix things, make them the way he wanted.

The water burns your skin, you flinch and pull away, grabbing the cup you fill it and make your way back to the woman.

You dip a corner of the rag in and bring it to her lips, wiping with just enough force not to hurt.

Tears well in her eyes, you watch as a few escape.

“It’s okay.” You say, wiping them away gently. “Bo never glued my lips shut. Must’ve really pissed him off. You must be a fighter like the guy at the house.”

Her face changes, she looks at you confused. “Nick.” You reply. “That’s his name, he tried to escape. Vincent has him in the basement, he’s tied to his bed. I used to be tied to a bed too. Right there.” You point across the room. “Then I found out Bo loves me. So I started being nice and he liked that a lot. So then he let me be his.” You smile thinking about how he slow let you have freedoms. “Maybe if you end up being nice he’ll let you out of the chair too. Then we can be friends!”

Half of her lips were already done. “When I come back down here. I’ll get you some chapstick. Hopefully Bo won’t glue them shut again.”

You stare at her puffy lips, your face heats up at how pretty they are. Your fingers graze over them.

“Can you talk now?”

“Yes.” The answer comes out slightly slurred because of the other part of her lips being shut.

“Good. What’s your name?”

“Carly.” She answers. the rest of the glue comes off easily.

“You have such a pretty name.” You say, setting the rag down. “You’re very pretty. I can see why Bo wanted you and didn’t tell me.” A sad smile comes across your face. “Kinda sad he didn’t tell me. You seem so lovely, it’d be nice to have a friend.”

Sure you could call Vincent and Lester your friends but you can’t exactly tell them everything that happens between you and Bo. You also can’t complain about Bo either, you’re sure they’d kill you or tell Bo. Maybe both.

The basement door swings open.

“Goddamnit! I told you not to come down here!”

You let out a small yelp in surprise at Bo.

“I’m sorry. I was just curious…” A hopeful and innocent smile comes across your face. “Can her and I be friends? It gets lonely and-” Bo’s face reads disgust as he walks up to you.

“You need to start listening to me. I don’t keep you around so you can go and start doin’ things behind my back. Get your ass upstairs.” Bo growls through his teeth. Your body lets a shiver go down your spine. On the verge of tears you listen. As you leave the room Carly begins yelling at Bo. The last thing you hear before shutting the door is a, “Don’t talk to them that way!” From Carly.

-

Bo walks into the house just as you finish aggressively cleaning the kitchen counters trying to make the place feel clean before he decides to find any more issues to be mad at you about.

“Hey.” You practically whisper. Bo walks up to you.

“You been good since you got back up here?” He asks, you nod your head and gesture with your hands.

“I-I spent the time cleaning up a bit. Uh, You-you didn’t hurt Carly did you?”

Your body flinches as he walks up to you. “Nothin’ you can do if I did. I tell you right now, you need to stop bringin’ her up.” His voice is low and threatening making a shiver run up your spine. Something inside of you urges for you to keep going. If you want something you need to ask. Screw it if it gets you hurt.

“Can she be my friend? I want a friend Bo. I don’t have any.”

Your voice sounds childish, like you’re a kid asking for a puppy that they know will end up running away the first chance it gets.

“You have Lester and Vincent. Carly will fill your head with nonsense. It’s not happenin’.”

You watch as Bo huffs and grabs a plate of dinner you’d made for him. You begin to grow irritated. Bo just doesn’t understand does he?

“What like running away?” A pout comes across your face, you cross your arms. Your eyes watch as Bo’s knuckles turn white. “If I wanted to do that I would’ve already tried. I don’t want to, I just want someone else to talk to. Carly is so pretty she seems so nice. If she tries to make plans to run away I’ll tell you! You know I love you Bo, stop acting like I don’t!” You stamp your foot onto the tile floor. Bo glares at you.

“Stop actin’ like a damn child.”

“Stop treating me like one then! Just let me please. Just for a little bit. You can kill her whenever you want to after. I just want to talk to someone else. Please Bo.” You beg, he sighs and shakes his head looking up absolutely annoyed.

“Fine. But if I think anythin’ is goin’ on it’s done. I’ll kill both of you.”

Ignoring the last part you smile widely and kiss his cheek, thanking him over and over again.

-

“I brought you another change of clothes and some makeup!”

It’s been over a month since you met Carly. She had moved from the chair to the grimy mattress across the room.

At first she tried to convince you to let her go, even come with her. But you told her how loving Bo could be and that you didn’t want to leave him and that she couldn’t leave either because she knew too much. Then she quieted down after that, she told you about her life before this, how she had an internship for a fashion magazine, she had a boyfriend named Wade and all of her friends, him and her brother were on their way to a football game.

She told you how she liked sports and used to play volleyball and softball in High School.

You told her you had a boyfriend before Bo too, but your boyfriend hated you and how much better Bo had been towards you. You left out how he used to hit you and still gets pissed if tiny screwups happened but that didn’t matter when he still cuddled you, hugged and kissed you, complimented you. He does it all.

You admitted you didn’t remember what you were doing for school before Ambrose but it also didn’t matter because you were happier here.

She began to loosen up and when she told you that Nick was her brother you promised to keep her updated. So far, the man was still alive and he didn’t try to fight or escape anymore.

You told her where Blake, Dalton, Paige and Blake were and comforted her when she cried. She was pretty when she cried.

Eventually you started to feel bad the fourth week, realizing you had a crush on Carly. You didn’t tell Bo, too afraid he’d take her away, but you couldn’t help yourself. She was so pretty, she felt like some goddess to you. So you made some offerings to her.

First was switching her form the chair to the bed, then you tended her wounds, then let her shower (with your supervision), after that you gave her new clothes, and finally you were giving her makeup she requested.

“Thank you. You’re so sweet.”

You sit on the mattress cross legged and watch as she picks out a few palletes, some blush and some lipstick, everything is neutral or pink.

Your eyes focus on every small detail she does, from the eye makeup to the contouring. You see how red her face gets even without the blush. She stares up at you.

“You’re so beautiful Carly.” You say. She lets out a nervous laugh and goes back to her makeup. “I’m serious. I wanna take you out some time.” Leaning in, you kiss her cheek lightly. You don’t process your actions until the dirty blonde stops what she’s doing completely and looks at you almost startled. “I’m sorr-“ Carly is quick to cut you off.

“You mean outside, like, on a date?” She points towards the door. Anxiety tightens in your chest. You feel breathless.

“I- no, yes? I dunno I just- don’t tell Bo. Please I gotta go.”

Flustered, you run out the door and slam it behind you, she yells for you but you ignore her, rushing away. You run into Bo when you reach the church, slamming into his broad chest. You’re heaving, on the brink of tears. The brunet being in front of you doesn’t help.

“Woah, woah, honeysuckle. Hey what’s wrong?” He asks, talking you in his arms. You let out a sob and try and push him off of you. You’re a bad person, such a dirty cheater. “Hun. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I can’t! No!”

“Did Carly do something?” Bo’s grip tightens around your upper arms. You shake your head.

“No! I did and you’re going to kill me for it!” Again you try and push the older man off of you. He doesn’t let go.

“Did you let her go?”

“No!”

“Then what the fuck did you do?!”

The whole world seems to go quiet as you sink slowly to the ground. “I cheated on you. I have feelings for Carly and I kissed her on the cheek. But I still love you and stuff I- Bo I’m such a bad person!”

“Jesus Christ, this is the shit you’re crying over? Get up.” He grabs your arm hauling you up. “Sittin’ here actin’ like I don’t know what the fuck is happening between you and her. Don’t be stupid. Think I didn’t start planning shit out after I agreed to let you be ‘friends’ with her? I wanted her to be ours. I didn’t tell you cause you’re stupid enough to tell her.” Bo explains. His grip seems to loosen, you look down like a child who has been scolded. “You want her so badly you’re gonna have her. But you’re havin’ me too.” Bo growls, you let out a small gasp.

“Really? You aren’t mad. I- cause I do I want both of you!” You wipe your tears and hug Bo. He nods his head and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes right now.

-

Your lips finally meet Carly’s soft plump ones as you hover over her. Her hands cup your face and Bo’s feel your ass as he slowly pulls your shorts down. A small strand of saliva connects you and Carly as you part and Carly sits up kissing Bo this time.

You pull her tank top down and kiss her neck moving down to her breasts, one hand pinches and tugs at her nipple and your mouth latches onto her other one making her let out a yelp. You feel Bo as he rubs your ass before smacking it lightly causing you to moan.

“We gonna take good care of ‘em?” He asks, you look up and see Carly and Bo staring at you.

“Yeah and they’re gonna take good care of us.”

Bo moves behind you and you feel a finger going into your cunt making a small gasp escape you. Carly, now on her knees takes this moment to grab your face and kiss you messily again.

You moan lightly. Bo kisses your lower back softly causing a shiver to go up your spine. “Ya like that?”

You let go of her lips again and she kisses your jaw. “Yeah..”

Another finger slides in making you groan as he curls them in you. You hear Bo unzip his pants and watch as Carly lays back spreading her legs. You lean down, arching your back and spreading your legs more so you have easier access to Carly.

Bo’s fingers leave your cunt and you let out a small whine.

“It’s okay. You’re gettin’ something a lot better.” He says, his cock head slides between your folds getting himself slick with you. Then he slides in slowly and you feel as he stretches you out. Your mouth hangs open and Bo leans over top of you, pushing your face into Carly’s pussy. “Go ahead and taste her for me honey.”

You do just that, licking up her tangy slick. Your mouth sucks on her clit and you feel as her hand replaces Bo’s, grabbing your head softly. “Baby..” She moans pushing your face into her more. Your fingers dip into her pussy making wet noises as you curl them. She moans and arches her back.

“Ain’t they good at usin’ their mouth?” Bo grunts as he fucks deeply into you. You squeeze around him. “You like compliments huh? You a good dog?”

“God they’re so good.”

You whimper into her cunt and start to lick faster desperate to satisfy her. Bo fucks harder into you groaning loudly, his hands gripping your waist, likely to cause bruises. He kisses your back more and Carly grips your hair. She grinds against you and lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard, her legs shake and she puts more pressure. You lick faster until she pushes you off of her, you watch as she gathers herself. “Look at you. You’re so good at satisfying everyone.” Bo mumbles. Carly sits back up and kisses you deeply, licking and tasting herself all over you.

Your orgasm breaks through you, and you cry into her mouth, Bo not slowing down for a second. Your hands try and grab something to stabilize yourself as Bo groans and spurts into your cunt. You keep pulsing around him and whining.

Bo let’s go and you fall forward. Carly grabs you and brings you to her pillows, Bo spooning you and rubbing her dirty blond hair. “Didn’t they do so good?”

“Yeah. They did.” Carly kisses your forward and you whine.

“Told you they’d fall for you.” Bo mumbles. You furrow your brows, hearing as Bo flicks his lighter. Carly runs her thumb between your brows causing you to relax.

“Shut up.”

[sashimiyas]

cw: angst, dad atsumu, implied character death

atsumu’s used to getting laughed at but never so much with. he’s told he’s only funny unintentionally but you think it’s because he hasn’t found his audience.

now he has. and the laughter does not stop.

you hear another raspberry blow and a burst of giggles fill the room. mirth is rife in the air from both participants, you can’t even step foot into the room, afraid you’ll disrupt this beautiful scene crafted just like the picture books laid out on the floor.

atsumu’s got sleepy eyes. they’re droopier than when you first met him but the gold in them shine polished. it’s a good contrast from the brassy wheat of hair and the ever growing scruff that lines his jaw. he's traded out his regular salon visits, opting to spend most of his free time home.

a giggle turns into a small shriek and at his attention, atsumu turns around.

"i didn't hear ya get in," he says it startled, but mostly, you hear his excitement.

the older miya holds his hand out to pull you into an embrace. he hugs you at the waist and scoots through the crumpled duvet to make space. the baby in his hands starts getting fussy, grippy hands reaching out to greet you.

"someone's missed ya." atsumu hands you the baby but he only stays long enough to give you a wet kiss and pull down the circles of your under eyes before turning back to atsumu.

you roll your eyes at the elated grin. they continue playing, raspberries at the hill of your infant's belly bartered for giggles and you take to cleaning in your place. there's a dropped bib on the floor, a stuffed lion, and a remote. you gather it all into your arms and swish your foot back and forth to wipe away the crumbs.

atsumu's started tickling now. it seems like the giggles didn't pay enough coin. instantly, he's returned with kicks, a laughing fit, and a small shriek of surrender. at the look of both their beaming faces, you can't help but join in. with your fingers, you tickle your infant's socked feet and the flailing goes wild atsumu almost loses his grip.

the air settles into a quiet huff. the residual puffs of joy fill the air and after a moment, atsumu turns to you.

"ya doing okay? ya been quiet since ya got home." atsumu, for as long as you've known him, had always been intense. before, it had felt hostile and maybe because it was. his sense of self was consuming, an expectation he liked to put on others as well.

this atsumu you know now has tapered down. he's more cognitive of his place in the world and those that surround him.

"yeah," you nod. "i was just thinking about how good of a dad you are."

the man quickly diverts from your gaze, lips turning wistful. you pick up on it quickly though your infant does not. small hands grab atsumu's large thumbs and urge him on. the man entertains, mindlessly this time, but it's enough for your kid.

and you settle on that. life may not have been enough for you, but as long as it passes your child's standards, you can manage. you and atsumu both can manage.

"never really had an old man to guide me. doing my best to fill in the gaps, i guess."

he does it well.

you brush the crusted milk off atsumu's shoulder. it's probably his fifth time wearing it, but just a quick dusting is enough to lay your head on the spoiled scent. from here, it smells like him too.

"do you remember him?"

"not really." atsumu plucks the lion from your hands and gives it to the baby in his arms. it frees up his arm to pull you in closer. "ma tells me these stories but when she does, all i remember is seeing her face."

"love ma."

"truly. we should tell her more often."

"we should."

one the edge of the bed, knees pulled close, the three of you sit together as a family.

"osamu told me that when he becomes a father, he'd never want to be like your guys' dad."

atsumu exhales. the mention of his brother always burns at the intake. it's like a shot of liquor the requires a deep breath to cool feeling down.

you can't see him. he can't see you. but you're sure that your expressions mirror each other's.

atsumu gulps slowly. "did he?"

"he did." then after a small pause, you admit, "because just the thought of him made you cry too much."

you feel it before you hear him. the momentum wracks in his chest, shaking up to his shoulder and you with him. droplets rain down, on the crown of your head and onto your temple.

you're quick to pull down your sleeves and wipe your cheeks for him, your own brows furrowed as you gnaw in your lips in preference of physical pain instead.

atsumu bounces his leg and holds your baby by the underarms. he's too distracted by mr. lion's mane to truly gape at atsumu's face. the indifference is something your whole family is grateful for. how could you possibly explain this pain about a person he'd never met? you're not ready and it'll be a long time before you'll ever be.

"look at ya pops," atsumu's pitch and higher than usual. it's soft, cracked, and broken. "still kicking me even when i'm down."

with atsumu still seated at the bed and you standing, you sandwich your family together, ignoring your infant's irritated shriek. you cradle the older miya's head to your bosom, hands carding into the dried out strands of his hair. then you bend down and place a kiss at the younger one's crown.

"look at your pops," you whisper, "leaving us with the best guardian angel." kissing atsumu's forehead, "thank you for being the best dad."

[galaxysharks]

that second story is maddox and u cannot prove me wrong

I just remembered you called me old

Suffer, Anthony, this 'Incident' was written just for you

Maddox and Jet always say that Maddie's first word was 'needle-nose Pliers' and it was when she was eight. And to the world that's true, neither of them can remember otherwise, and her earlier instructors certainly never heard a peep.

But Auntie knows better.

Auntie remembers when little Maddie was four, small and flinchy, always jumping at loud sounds and pulling at her shirts that felt bad. She loved little Jet though, even when he was too loud, or pulled at her hair. Maddox even seemed to handle stressors better with her brother, less prone to full meltdowns, with baby Jet pushing down on her chest, like he was personally holding down her temper.

It was around 1am and Auntie was with her brother-in-law and his new wife, having a few drinks. This was back when she still mostly tolerated the man, but even then those beautiful babies were the light of her life.

But anyway, it was early and all the sudden little Maddie comes fumbling into the room, little arms flailing and tears streaming.

"Jet Sick! Crying! Can't fix him! Sick!"

Auntie remembers jumping from her seat, rushing to her side and scooping her into her arms. That wasn't helpful, apparently this was a touch-me-not day. She put her down again and grabbed the little stuffed bear from her bag, pressing it into Maddie's chest.

"hey, hey, ssshhhh.... Jet sick? I'll go and take care of him, ok? Stay and breathe, you'll feel better soon, you're a good big sister, you take care of him"

Auntie went into the bedroom and quite immediately discovered what has upset Maddox so much. Jet had gotten sick over himself and was crying. After getting him cleaned up and the sheets changed, she sat with him until he fell back asleep, reading and giving him crackers to settle his stomach.

Tired but relieved, Auntie makes her way back into the sitting room. And really she's not sure what she expected, maybe for little Maddie to be sleeping on the couch, or with her father, but really that was ambitious wasn't it?

No, instead what she found was that Motherfucker and his wife being belligerent drunks, crowding and snapping at Maddox, who had somehow managed to cram herself into the fireplace,which had thankfully already been cooling embers when she first appeared, her little feet and hands now covered in soot. One little fist stuffed into her mouth as she attempted to be as small and quiet as possible.

"what the FUCK do you think you're doing? Get away from her, you fucking maniac!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my wife!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my niece!"

"She has embarrassed us for years by refusing to speak! We believed there might be damage from the car accident, but instead we find out she's just been Lazy! She could speak this whole time! I refuse to let this behavior continue!"

"Take a hike Dante!"

"That is not my name!"

"Frankly I don't give a damn, get away from us before I do something rash"

Auntie watched him storm off, further into the house. She crouched down, gently reaching to pull the little fist from Maddox's mouth, little teeth imprints bleeding. The soot from the ashes had stained her head to toe, and Auntie can already see the red marks from Maddox trying to rub away the filth. Debating on if she would be making things worse, eventually Auntie decided that cleaning Little Maddie would have to take priority, and she reached forward and pulled the squirming child out from her hidey hole.

Using the softest rag she could find, Auntie cleaned up Maddie as best she could while having as little contact as possible, mindful of her fluctuating mood. After clearing the mess and making note of the minor scratches and burns, because evidently the embers were not as smothered as she had hoped, Auntie bandages her up and brought Maddox back to the kids' bedroom. She tucked her into the lower bunk next to her brother.

"hey little one, are we feeling any better now?"

Maddox smiled the saddest little smile, and lightly chewed on her hand, gently this time, bandages growing damp. Auntie figured she'd already picked her battle today, so just lightly ruffled Maddie's hair.

Auntie stood from her place, somehow knowing that Maddox wasn't about to speak again anytime soon, if ever again.

But right now she had bigger fish to fry, the foremost being the degenerate monsters that currently have custody. And she won't stop until her babies are free.

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter One

October 28, 1995

I was sitting on the couch reading when my brother came in and plopped down. He reached forward to grab the remote off the coffee table and flicked the tv on. I tried to ignore him and whatever was going on MTV. After about ten minutes of reading the same line over and over, I closed my book. "I thought you were going to be with Sidney," I said, sighing. "Yeah, well, I thought so too," he said, not taking his eyes off the tv.

Sidney has been distant from everyone as of late, but mostly she's been distant from Billy. She doesn't let him kiss her or even hold her hand. I don't blame her though. Her mom died a few months ago. Maureen Prescott was found brutally murdered in her home. Sidney was the one to find her, which I can't even imagine what that does to someone. Later on it was released that she wasn't just murdered, but she was raped as well. It didn't take long for the killer to be caught either.

Cotton Weary was a man that Maureen was having an affair with. It doesn't surprise me that she was having an affair. There were rumors around town that she's been seen with a few different men. Every time Sidney's dad went out, Maureen was always sneaking off. Sidney denied that her mother had an affair with Cotton. She insisted that he raped her because her mother would never do that.

Billy has been trying to be understanding and supportive. He's been there for her since the night it all happened. He's been there for her even though he's been struggling with our mom leaving a month before Maureen's murder. Billy was always closer to mom than he was with dad. He was pissed when she left. Now his girlfriend won't let him touch her.

"She just needs time, Billy. Her mother was murder literally a month ago. I would be the same way if that were our mom," I told him. Billy and I weren't close, we nitpicked at each other a lot and sometimes would scream and yell at each other. It was a typical sister brother relationship. We were a year apart and complete opposites. Billy was quiet, but he was kind of popular. He made friends easily and all the girls in school had a crush on him.

Me, I'm quiet and avoid people most of the time. I'm awkward at times, hate being in large crowds, and would rather stay in, read, and enjoy having the house to myself. I have friends, but those friends are also Billy's friends. I have maybe two friends outside of that group that I'm pretty sure are only my friends because they have a crush on my brother. "Yeah, well, she's completely pushing me away," he said, got up, and went upstairs. I rolled my eyes and opened my book again.

He would be even more mad that she wasn't going to Stu's Hallowen party with him. The phone rang, making me groan. "Billy, get the phone!" I yelled. "You get it!" He yelled back. I slammed my book closed, got up, and walked into the kitchen. Picking the phone up off the hook, I pressed it to my ear. "Hello?" Silence. That's all there was; nothing but silence. "Okay, I'm hanging up now." I hung the phone up and went upstairs.

Billy popped his head out of his room as I reached my hand for my doorknob. "Who was it?" He asked. I shrugged, "I don't know. Nobody said anything," I told him. He hummed and went back into his room but then stopped. "Stu's coming over. He's bringing pizza." With that he closed his door. An hour later Stu's voice came from downstairs. I opened my bedroom door just as Billy was going down the stairs. "He knows how to knock, right?" I asked. Billy ignored me and continued down the stairs. I followed seconds later.

"You do know how to knock or even use a doorbell, correct?" I asked Stu. He smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. I kept my arms at my sides. "Get…off…of…me." I squeezed my hands between us and pushed him away. "You comin' to my Halloween Party?" He asked. I never went to his big parties; there were always too many people. "Probably not, Stu, you know that I hate large crowds." Billy scoffed and took a bite of his pizza. "Come on, everyone will be there. Randy and Tatum will be there. Aaaand…I might have told Park Miller you would be there."

Parker Miller, Woodsboro High's basketball captain. Mr. Know-It-All himself. He was one of those guys who hit it then dipped. He hits on every girl he finds attractive and looks easy to him. He bullies the people who aren't popular, shoves them into lockers and slaps their books out of their hands. He's a Grade A asshole. "Why the hell would you do that?!" I asked. Stu shrugged, "He likes you!" He tried to defend himself. I looked over at Billy who just shrugged.

"Seriously?! Parker Miller is an asshole! All he wants to do is get into my pants!" They both just looked at me, only making me more frustrated. "Oh, so you're okay with some guy just wanting to use me for sex then dump me like I never existed? Good to know my big brother fucking cares about me," I said. I shook my head and went to walk away but Billy stopped me. "Hey, wait. Of course I care. But does it really matter what I say or think? You'll get pissed off either way. Clam I'm being too overprotective."

"I'll go to the stupid party, but keep Parker away from me." I pointed at Stu, giving him a pointed look. He held his hands up in mock surrender and nodded his head. "Sure thing. Can you hook me up with Casey Becker?" He gave me those puppy eyes he's way too good at giving and I caved. "Fine, I'll try. But no promises!" I grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite of it.

We ate, watched a couple movies, then Stu went home. I went upstairs, got a shower, and got ready for bed. Casey Becker was one of my best friends. One thing I didn't mention to Stu, only because it would blow up his ego, which he didn't need, was that Casey liked him too. She slams me with questions about him all the time. She would be happy to hear that Stu likes her back.

[tblsomedoodles]

Please do tell us more about the time Mama had to take care of a sick Donnie

It's only for about an hour or so, but it's probably the most bonding she's had with Donnie since she met him again. She's worried the entire time, but she can't deny that being able to hold and briefly take care of one of her children felt nice. At one point she gets up to use the phone (to call one of her doctors to take a look at him) and he grabs her arm and asks her not to leave him (he hates being alone when he's sick.) And she just melts at that. Whatever tiny thought she had of using this for part of their game, is gone. Her child, her baby, her little genius, needs her. He's specifically asking her for something. and that something was just to stay with him. She can't think of using that.

So she sits back down with him, talks to him softly as he uses her shoulder as a headrest. She manages to bring the phone to her, calling up one of the doctors she has on staff. (one she hired fairly recently, a large reptile mutant that used to be a human doctor before an angry patient smacked him over the head with her alligator skinned bag and he got bit by an oozquito shortly there after. Needless to say, though his mystic medicine knowledge was still lacking in some departments, he already knew much about reptile mutants.)

The doctor comes and check on Donnie, insuring it was just a seasonal virus that seems to have hit him hard b/c of the drastic shift in weather (basically just something he comes down with every fall.) He offers some medication to help the symptoms and hurry the virus along, then takes his leave.

It's only then, when she's gotten Donnie to take the medication and he's now asleep with his head in her lap, does she call Leo to come pick him up.

Thank you!

yeah, pretty much! Like while they're on the phone, there's a small moment where he realizes this a bit b/c he literally asks outright "Is this a trap?"

And she's quiet for a moment before tensely replying something along the lines of

"No, this is not a trap, or trick, or plot. Even if it was, what would you do? Leave him here with me to avoid it? Your twin is ill. This is no time for such petty games. Now, either show up within the next twenty minutes to pick him up, or i will assume you thought it too much of a "risk" and will be keeping my little genius here with me until he has made a full recovery. I expect to see you soon."

And that's probably the first time he's come to realize that, though he doesnt trust her as far as he can throw her, but he knows she's not going to try anything because she is more concerned over Donnie's health then their game. Which is absolutely mind boggling to him. and definitely one of the reasons his defenses drop enough to let slip about Raph being the worried one.

Thank you!

Yes! Exactly this. At that point, she was probably fairly content with the visits. Sure, she'd want her boys with her but Lou had been taking care of them for the last thirteen years and they seemed to be doing well. She was willing to play the long game, let them continue growing up with Splinter while she spent the next few years earning their trust.

But Then she hears that Splinter wouldn't even be the one that was worried, that Leo spoke like "Raphael" was the one with the most authority in the house. That plus whatever the very tired and sick Donnie was muttering to her (possibly hinting at the fact that Leo was in charge of their healthcare, or even just the fact that he was specifically asking for his brother and not his father), all hints that Splinter was not doing as good of a job as she assumed. That these boys have been practically fending for themselves for the past several years. And that just won't do.

Thank you!