#listen i know they've been together longer than that ok

[xjustonemoremiraclex]

Joe/Nicky + Text post

[onboardsorasora]

Omg need more of Girl Daniel. I was cursing George so hard for interrupting 😂

Omg Bestie..... I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!!!!!! I had written something immediately after you sent this, but I didn't know where to go with it so I tabled it. I think I found a direction! I hope this is ok 🫣🫣

Continuation of this Girl!Dan ficlet 🥴

Max blinked back his shock, and his awe. He couldn't believe his eyes, Daniel looked… amazing.

Well, he'd always thought she looked amazing, beautiful and lovely. But this was a new look, she was… sexy. Of course, they've been friends for years now so he's seen her on vacation and in her race suit, he’s seen her in many different circumstances. So truly, this wasn't the first time he was seeing her bare back.

But… there was something about her tonight, under the lights of Christian's party in Vegas. 

He had been confused at Christian's tone when he'd asked if he had spoken with Daniel. He hadn't, but he knew she was here because she had texted that she was on her way. But he hadn't seen her because he hadn't known what he was looking for. 

He'd thought maybe she would be in a suit again, like she had joked with Geri. Or maybe a cocktail dress– she'd worn those before. But this outfit hadn't been anywhere near his thoughts.

He glared internally at George, Max had been leading them to the empty terrace. His hand twitched on her back before settling on the bare skin again. He looked away from George and his unnecessary yammering to look at Daniel again. He didn't want to stop looking at her– he never did.

He caught Christian’s eyes and narrowed his own at his boss who was giving him a thumbs up. Very inappropriate, but also Max appreciated it. Christian knew. 

He knew about Max’s, well this was maybe more than a crush at this point. Max was in love with Daniel, maybe. He hadn’t analyzed the feeling recently but he knew he had surpassed ‘crush’ territory. It had to have happened this year when Daniel became their reserve. Max had been able to ignore it and avoid looking too deeply into his feelings when they were on different teams, no longer in each other’s pockets. But since the car launch, they had slipped into their familiar close banter and camaraderie that had people unearthing that annoying nickname they used to call them back in the day. 

Daniel loved it, she always laughed when she saw it on posts. A full head thrown back, joyous sound. Max would just stare at the full column of her long neck. 

Max hated it, if only because it wasn’t true. They weren’t Maxiel, because that implied them being together. They weren’t and Max didn’t want to add to his delusions of it happening. So the name rankled him, like when you pet a cat’s fur in the wrong direction.

Speaking of cats, Jimmy and Sassy loved Daniel. They always came out of hiding whenever she came over. And they always gave her more attention and kneaded more biscuits for her.

“–Maxy, where did you wanna go again?” Daniel’s voice jolted him back into awareness, he looked into her smiling face and had the sudden urge to smear the sparkly lip gloss off of her lips. Preferably with his own lips. He wanted to know what it tasted like, if the gloss would be like lube for their kiss.

“We could go to the terrace?” Max offered, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. He was a three time world champion, his body shouldn’t be betraying him in this way!

“Sounds great Maxy Max.” Daniel tilted her head and Max felt warmed by her glow and her full attention on him. He was jealous when other people interacted with her, he always wanted her beautiful eyes on him– her intent listening expression. She gave everyone who she spoke with her full attention and Max tried to have that be him as often as he could.

They continued their walk across the party and they were able to avoid anyone else’s attention. The terrace was empty. The bar on the far end was still being set up– as if they hadn’t considered taking the party out of the event space. Daniel leaned against the railing, her elbows keeping her upright and allowing her to not press her back against the frigid metal. Because it was cold at night in the desert, not many people realized this. 

The lit fire pits were doing the lord's work to keep her from breaking out into goosebumps, but Daniel could feel her nipples pebbling under the pasties. Could feel the metal of her top teasing her skin. Max stood facing her, his hand now against her hip. Daniel swallowed thickly as she tried to ignore the way his thumb was swiping at the skin above her pants. The fact that he didn’t seem to realize he was doing it was messing with her molecules more than his touch was.

They chatted about nonsense for a while, Max’s palm felt branded into another part of her skin at this point. She couldn’t help but want. Want him to touch more of her. They were friends, yes. But she often wished they were more. She was happy being friends with Max though, and was ok with the fact that that seemed to be all he wanted from her as well. 

Normally she wouldn’t push, wouldn’t fiddle with the bars of her enclosure. But tonight, she felt sexy and she had his complete attention and she wanted.

Daniel leaned into his space with the original intent to pass on some potentially juicy gossip she saw brewing in the throng of the party, but her cheek brushed against Max’s and she felt the scratch of his beard and well, here came the goosebumps after all.

“Max.” Daniel breathed, it could be classified as a whine, but she wasn’t going to look too deeply into it. She would be embarrassed at making such a noise in front of Max. He smelt so good, she wanted to just press her face into his neck. She imagined him pulling her body against him, his hand gripping her hip tighter.

“Daniel, you look amazing.” Max said quickly, as if he was trying to prevent someone from interrupting them again.

“I– Yeah?” Daniel drew back and bit her lip, this time ignoring the lip gloss. To hell with it. “Thank you Max.” She could feel her skin heat up, darkening the cosmetic blush brushed into her cheeks. His hand against her hip clenched a little and she had to stop her eyes from rolling into the back of her head. 

Max groaned internally, this was torture of the highest order. Daniel was right here with him; he had her to himself and he wanted to keep it that way. He was a three time world champion. He could get what he wanted, and he wanted Daniel. She was completely attuned to him, drawn tight like a bowstring. He wanted to see what she looked like when he made her come apart and lose her tension.

“Come back to mine later? After?” Max spoke into the air between their faces, her lips were so close that he could taste her lip gloss if he wanted to.

“Yeah, ok.” Daniel whispered, eyes searching his. She nodded as if to confirm her consent, her want.

“Good. we can leave after they cut the cake.” Max’s face took on a focused quality, one Daniel only saw when he was considering taking someone home. She felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, she felt even more sexy. Wanted. 

She didn’t know how long it would be until they cut the cake but she could manage, as long as Max kept touching her and looking at her like this. She would get what she wanted later, and Daniel being Daniel– she couldn’t help but tease Max a little.

“Gonna ruin me Maxy?” She breathed and looked up at him through her eyelashes, angling her face in the way that all her previous partners found sexy.

“Absolutely.”

She couldn’t hide the hitch in her breath even if she wanted to.

Part 3

[kiatheinsomniac]

Ok, I love Maedhros very much, so much that my keyboard memorized his name, so I would like to request a fluff with him. Idk if you write for POC, but something where they've helped each other with their own insecurities. Maybe, reader has helped Mae with his physical and mental wounds and he has helped her with her skincolor or hair texture insecurity. Something, where they have gone from friends to lovers. I dont know if that would be reasonable. The final decision I leave in your hands and just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. 😍😍 Thank you for writing and sharing your talent with the world.

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓����𝐒: I do write for poc! I like to make my readers feel included and represented. You deserve good rep with your favs in fanfiction!! Also sorry not sorry I threw in my 'Mae lost an eye in Thangorodrim' headcanon into this bc I like to make him suffer. Constructive criticism on writing poc readers always welcomed! Was def feeling the whole nature-based romanticism here oops. And thank you for the compliment!!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Maedhros

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, injury detail

｡･:*˚:✧｡maedhros

♡ in Valinor, Maedhros had quickly become smitten with you upon meeting. You were the most beautiful elleth he had ever laid eyes on and perhaps that intimidated him because he never asked to be more than friends. He yearned for more, yes, but he simply couldn't bear the thought of your rejection and so he remained content enough to have you as his dearest friend and nothing more. The two of you spent decades together in such dear friendship, listening to each other's learnings, musings, insecurities. Maedhros feared he would never amount to what his father had while you felt overly self-conscious of how you looked. Oh, how he had wished to apply kisses alongside his soothing words. You were the fairest of all Eru's creations in his eyes - even beneath the light of the two trees, Yavanna's creations held not a flame to the radiance of your beauty.

♡ during his imprisonment in Thangorodrim, he couldn't have regretted this decision more as he spent those long years sure that he would never set his eyes upon your beauty again. If only he had known you felt exactly as he did, perhaps you would have even been enough to keep him in the West? Would he have taken the oath if he had already been content with you as his wife to be by his side always? Such thoughts plagued him for decades as he remained chained.

♡ eventually, he was freed by his cousin and brought back amongst his kin where he was shocked to discover that you had come to the East and you wished to see him. He had wept upon his cousin's shoulder at the thought of you seeing him like this: covered in scars, frail, missing a hand, bearing an irreparable eye. He felt hideous, unsightly, a creature never to be seen by the ethereal likes of yourself. But you had joined the last of the groups to cross the Helcaraxë when you heard of the fëanorians' oath and the kinslayings. You had wanted to bring him home and you had remained in Middle Earth, assisting Fingon in his quest to free Maedhros from the Dark Lord's tormenting prison. How could you ever love him as he was now? Broken, hideous, blood upon his hands.

♡ it had hurt to have Fingon relay to you that your friend did not wish to see you but the dark-haired ellon had implored you to stay, to not give up and simply give Maedhros some time to recover before he would be ready to see you. And wait you did.

♡ when Maedhros finally permitted you to see him, all his injuries had healed and scars reflected the memory of where they had once been. He had an eye patch across his left eye, scars covered his body like rivers covered the land and he was much thinner and paler than when you had last seen him. He no longer shone with health and happiness as he once had when you last knew him.

♡ he found it near impossible to meet your eyes as you sat down on the other chair at the little table where he had set out some tea for the both of you in an act of hospitality, knowing it can't have been easy to know he had refused your company for so many months. He was just relieved that you hadn't seen him as skin stretched over malnourished bones, as the bruised and mangled mess he had been when Fingon carried him back here.

"I'm sorry I... I thought I could do this but I can't..." His voice was shaky, scratchy, as though he were afraid it would waver or break should he speak any louder. He wanted you to leave.

"Maitimo..." You reached out to him and placed your hand upon his wrist as there was no longer a hand there for you to hold, "I just want to be here for you... I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say, just like we used to, hm?" He swallowed hard and wished to look into your dark and beautiful eyes that reflected light like stars against the night sky. He didn't have the courage nor the self-esteem to do so, finding it much easier to share his troubles with you if he looked away.

"How can you still want to be around me? How could you leave your home to chase after me, knowing what I had already done by then?"

"Because you mean the world to me." You had replied so quickly he knew it had to be an untainted truth, "Because I wanted to know what had happened and when I arrived here and heard what had become of you I..." He listened as you sniffled slightly, the memory of being told what had happened to your dearest friend still feeling so raw and fresh, "I cannot say I support everything you have done since leaving the West, Maitimo-" You always used his mother-name and it brought tears to his eye to recall how well you got on with his mother, how she adored you. You would have been perfect together, surely? How did he let his life take this turn? "-but you don't deserve to be alone."

"How can you bear to be in my company when I look as I do?" He swallowed down the growing burn at the back of his throat at laying his insecurity so bare to you. But he had always done so with you anyway. Perhaps you and Fingon, maybe Maglor, would be the only ones to ever hear such vulnerabilities fall from his scar-dissected lips.

"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that. Don't you dare." Your voice had dropped to an urgent whisper and it was enough to make him finally meet your gaze. It was enough to make those tears run down from his eye and across his cheek. "You're beautiful Maitimo-"

"Don't lie to me to make me feel better." He cut you off but you persisted.

"If you think that the way you look now could ever change how much I love you, you're sorely mistaken. I, who often stayed awake wondering how someone so beautiful could possibly compare me to the two trees, to put me above them? I don't think you understand how much of my insecurity you healed and I'll be damned before I let you wallow in self-hatred like this." You took out a little battered notebook from your pocket and pushed it towards him. He reached forwards to thumb the pages open and found the pages covered in ink recounting compliments he had given you, words designed to combat your insecurity that he could never comprehend as you were so fair in his eyes.

You had worried that your hair did not flow like sheets of silk as other elleths' did, feeling singled out by your hair's volume and texture. He had likened you to the blossoming bows of trees in spring, so much lovelier, fuller in his eyes. There was even a pressed flower, one of many he had slotted into your hair to prove his point as blossoms and petals had fallen around you.

Your skin didn't resemble the porcelain or ivory of the other elleths around you. Once, by the coast, he had pointed out the similarity between your own skin and the rocks beneath the glittering light of the trees; dark and shimmering and seemingly transformed to the most precious jewels beneath the golden light.

Your eyes weren't the bright blues or pale greys of other elleths. He had likened them to the night sky and Varda's stars or Telperion's light dancing upon Ulmo's waters in the night, to jewels unknown to the eldar.

"And I'll return the favour." You spoke with conviction, moving your chair close to his once you observed that he had finished reading. "Your hair shines like copper in firelight." He tried to shy away from your touch when you brushed a stray lock behind his ear, cupping his scarred cheek and yet his resistance melted in your presence and instead he melted into your touch, leaning into the warmth of your palm. "So coveted and rare back home... a bit like mine in that sense." You offered him a sweet smile.

"Your scars tell your story. You were strong, stronger than even the Dark Lord and his servants who would have seen you broken. You survived, you escaped and you're here with us now. I had never seen such scars upon bodies until I arrived here but... dare I say there's a rugged attractiveness to them? And that they look especially good on you compared to any other I've seen?"

"You can't mean that..." He turned his face towards your palm, lips brushing against his skin and he yearned to be worthy enough to kiss your fingers.

"I would never lie to you, Maitimo." You spoke to erase his doubt and put forward your genuineness, "Likewise for your hand and eye... They hurt you so terribly and yet you survived. Your hand... It's not my place to tell you what you have or haven't lost, I know, but in my want to show you my optimism, might I suggest that this scar right here-" Your other hand brushed against the nub that ended at his wrist, "-was one given to you out of love? Not out of malice like all the others. This one was not to torment you but to free you. It was a sacrifice, yes, but it is a scar given to you out of love, no?" You weren't entirely wrong about that. To begin with, Maitimo wondered if it would have been better or worse to remain a prisoner or to have lost his hand but Fingon had been ever-present through his recovery and he couldn't hold it against his dear cousin now that he was free and learning how to use a sword with his other hand. He was quickly growing used to this new reality. "Can I... can I see your eye?" You asked carefully, earning a sharp shake of his head.

"No..." The word barely a whisper, "Not you... anyone but you..." The words stung slightly as you immediately took them the wrong way before reminding yourself that this was his insecurity speaking. You had once understood that well enough.

"Please?" Your fingers brushed over the eye patch and he met your dark eyes for a brief moment before nodding his head minutely. You carefully removed it to find that a great scar ran over it and the pale grey of his iris had turned milky white, his pupil completely sliced through. He could no longer see with it and yet tears could well in it all the same. Carefully, as though approaching a deer you could so easily spook, you leaned up out of your seat and let him feel your breath fan softly against his face before you pressed your lips to his scarred eyelid, cupping his face tenderly in his hands as you did so. "I love you, Maitimo, and nothing will ever change that. I love you as you are now, despite what you've done and even with the way you look, not despite it because you will always be beautiful in my eyes."

"I just don't understand how you can..." He gritted his teeth to hold back a sob as he looked down at his hand and wrist in his lap, a reminder of how beaten his body was and always would be now.

"Then let me show you, let me tell you every day because I don't just love you, I'm in love with you. I have been for decades." That was enough to finally catch his attention and you never imagined that Maedhros the tall could ever look so vulnerable as he looked up at you with misty eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked aloud, whether to you or himself, you didn't know but he soon wrapped his arms around you and buried his face against the softness of your chest, finding an unspeakable comfort in your embrace as you wrapped an arm around him in turn and caressed his hair with your other hand. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I've loved you too." He whispered urgently and you could feel the dampness of his tears as you hushed him until they dried and the two of you were sitting closely to each other on the window seat, catching up and gossiping idly about his brothers like you had done all the time back home.

He closed his eyes and imagined that nothing had changed except for the fact that you were his and he was yours.

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[teenandbeyond]

Ok so, im in the process of harassing my bestie and i think you could help heheheh

I got them a copy of xenoverse and now they suffer crushes on characters they never considered, the anger is hilarious. May i humbly ask for a poly hcs with reader, cell and cooler (dbz) ? I REALLY need this, please and thank you

-🍄

Cooler x Reader x Cell

*From Pinterest, I do not own this picture

Bestie harassment is the best harassment, sure, I'll help. It's been a while since I have seen the characters, but I did some research for them to not be so OOC. Hope it's to your enjoyment, Mx Anonymous!

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Want more from me? Here's my Masterlist: Here.

🦂Love and War🦂

Warnings: Hint at lemon (But doesn't get detailed and isn't taking it over), fluff, angst?

Two of the deadliest beings to set foot on earth...and you date them both.

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SFW

They fought over you, that's how it started. In the end, they decided to share you.

And, oh, sharing was hard.

One minute, you were cuddling Cooler and the next, you were being tugged over to Cell.

The smug part of you loved the attention, quite honestly.

Their personalities both conflicted and had similarities, which at times made it work, but more often than not, they highly disliked each other. At first, anyway.

Until you showed them how to tolerate each other.

"Look, I love you both. But, you've got to at least tolerate each other, you share a S/O for goodness sakes!"

They listen to you, because they love you.

And they love you because you listen.

They often will compete for your attention.

"I conquered an entire planet for you."

"I will conquer a universe!"

And at times where they're getting along well, they'll plan surprises for you.

They love to brag about you, like, love it.

They also love getting praise from you, they bathe in it.

And they love doing the same to you.

"Oh, [Y/n], the most beautiful being on this planet."

"Don't insult [Y/n]'s beauty, it rivals the universe!"

And don't get me started on how much they love your affection, they didn't even know how good love could feel until they met you. You're literally the only person who they'd allow to touch them in an affectionate way.

And considering they're touch starved, they'll find themselves unconsciously gravitating to you for it.

But one of the main things that separate them is their love languages.

Cooler prefers Quality time and Physical Touch.

Cell prefers Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation.

Though a favorite pass time they share is flying with you, especially at night, they've mutually agreed they love your smile as you watch the stars go by.

NSFW

This is probably where they got along first, although they can clash.

Cooler prefers to take things slow, and heavy.

Cell prefers the opposite.

But both love to torment you throughout the whole thing.

"I think I might tease you a little longer~"

"Hm...how does this feel~?"

They work together well.

They both learn quickly, what you like, what the other male likes, and how to, shall I say, coexist without too much issue?

Cell is cunning, smug, laid-back, and plays at being polite until he gives up playing the part.

Cooler takes his time to savor, plan what he'll do, and cherishes.

Yes, their different approaches clash at times...

...But when they don't...expect to be overwhelmed.

They'll do what they can to milk out every sound they can for you..

[jewishbarbies]

Ok so I finally took the time out to know about the complete history of Palestine - Israel.

Apparantly, UN sucks and Israel isn't EVIL. Israel was attack the very next day after its formation, by Palestine with help of 4 countries, they won and got some area under them yada yada, but years later, They let Palestinians have their area back!!??!?!?!!

I don't think Palestine is all a victim country, like, at all. Their citizens might be. But they weren't letting Jews live peacefully there anyway.

Hamas is a terrorist organisation so why are people sympathizing with them? Why are they saying, Hamas HAD to attack to protect their country, no the fuck they did not. Nobody was harming their country (re : Israel gave conquered Palestine back)

My conclusion is, yes civilian death is wrong but it's happening on both sides, and not only one nation is bombarding missiles, plus, Palestine is recieving tons and tons of money everyday?????

The extreme left on Tumblr or the world, now apparantly, won't sit 2 minutes to Listen. The only Jewish country in the world isn't fucking all evil, they supply money and stuff for civilians and WARN before attack (the attacks are on Terrorist Bases) ugh.

Either there's an anti-semitism so deep they aren't able to see anything or maybe all the history UNBIASED books and videos are just a lie.

Also, Al Jazeera is not an unbiased news source, it's a fucking government propoganda news site — In the past, they have made such vicious commentary on "khafirs" aka people who don't follow Islam, idk why al Jazeera is the go to site for leftist Tumblr ??

Please tell me I'm not insane

i'm not well versed on the timeline, but i know that any money or aid of any kind that goes to the palestinians gets taken by hamas and stockpiled so that citizens continue to suffer. that's why people have to be careful with what orgs they donate to, because hamas has control of most of them at this point. hamas does not care about palestine OR palestinians ever in their history. their mission statement is to eradicate jews, and they've shown time and time again that they're willing to sacrifice as many palestinians as possible to do so. they targeted Israeli muslims during the Oct 7 attack and did unspeakable things to them. hamas has attacked during every single ceasefire to date. if we could get rid of hamas somehow or at the very least find a way to get aid to palestinians, this would be so much better for everyone. but palestinians don't have food or water or supplies because once it comes in, it's taken by hamas and stockpiled. i've been hearing about hamas using ambulances as taxi's now but i don't have sources for that just yet, though it wouldn't surprise me. that's the whole point. they want jews gone - what better way to do it than to get as many civilians killed as possible so that the rest of the world wants them gone, too?

the israeli government has made incredibly questionable and downright horrible decisions regarding the conflict throughout the years and they are not blameless at all, in the sense that imo they don't wait long enough and they don't target less populated areas. there was something about a refugee camp being bombed because they had intel a hamas operative was there, and killing one operative is not enough to warrant bombing the whole camp, if that is in fact what happened (i need to read more about it, i've been out all day). on top of this, the palestinian authority might as well just come out as hamas allies at this point. so, really, palestinian citizens are fucked all the way around.

at the end of the day, the citizens of both populations NEED to work together and refuse to let not just hamas but also the israeli government tell us we can't. because we absolutely can and should if we want to save as many lives as possible. it's not palestinians vs jews or israelis. it's hamas vs the world. the longer we let the american political system dictate who we can support and what decisions we can make regarding this issue, the longer it'll go on and the worse it's going to get for everyone involved.

[tiredstressedemotionalmess]

on a really long walk and im having funkobra thoughts

(guess which album im listening to)

ok but like. the end of meet/remeet. theyve been torn apart and forced themselves back together time and time again. and then it ends. and the way im seeing it is like. part of the zones or even part of BL/ind is bombed and they're trapped in a room together. maybe theres a reason they can't get out, maybe they don't want to. but they know they're not getting out so they just. talk. and they stay there. close as possible. as long as possible. because this has been what they've waited for for so long, just time, just longer than a moment to know each other, time to remember, time to stay, time to just be. shut the window, love. keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone.

but its bittersweet. because they know, deep down, it will end, like it has always ended, and they will lose each other again, like they always have.

but. at least for a little while. when they close their eyes they are not alone.

KAZ ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY RN???? BC ITS FUCKING WORKING HOLY SHIT

i just. i cant even. you spend your whole life searching for someone and you finally find them and you realize youve had them longer than you thought and you finally finally get to just be with each other with no roadblocks or barriers, theres nothing keeping you from giving all of yourselves to each other but you arent even allowed to have the eternity you want- you deserve- together because as fucking always youre running out of time. like i cant even say anything else you just wrote it so perfectly and im legit crying over this fucking ask WHAT THE FUCK KAZ WHY WOUFL YOU END IT LIKE THIS LIKE I LOVE IT BUT- GAHHHHH

this is the universe's way for getting back at me for the angst im writing rn isnt it?

[suckerforcate]

Kathryn Janeway x Chakotays younger sister reader

Maybe Janeway has feelings for r but wont express them verbally because of her age like she feels too old for r. Maybe doesn’t even notice that Chakotay and r are siblings so when she hears r ask Chakotay out pulls back from r until confronted and r says she was practicing asking Janeway out on Chakotay because she was so nervous and wanted it to be perfect.

Chakotay being the biggest wingman alive for his little sister and best friend

Misunderstanding

Pairing: Kathryn Janeway x Reader, Chakotay x younger sister!Reader

Word Count: 1880

Warning: None

A/n: I really loved this idea, and it's my first time writing for Kathryn so I hope you like it and I did the idea justice!! I know it's probably not very realistic that they've been on the ship for four years together and nearly no one had a clue that they are brother and sister, but that was the only plausible way to do this. So 🤫 just ignore that. And ai also know that Chakotay and Reader have a very big age difference but my brother and I have that too so it is possible. <3

Honestly since the first time you had seen her, she had made your heart flutter. But, she was your Captain. That was an undeniable problem. And also you were quite sure that she would never want to go out with you. So it took you four, yes four, years to get your ass up and be bold enough to ask her out.

Even though that was just semi-true. Yes you had decided to ask her out but still, you were nervous. Very nervous. So you were walking a hole into the mess hall at three in the morning. You couldn't sleep and if you had a problem, your brother had one too. So to his delight he sat right in front of you, just half awake. Listening to you rambling about your crush on the Captain.

"You know what? You are going to practice on me and first thing tomorrow, you will ask her out. I'm tired of you always crying about her to me. Honestly this has to stop, (Y/n)." You knew he was right, he was most of the time. He stood up and walked to you. Standing right in front of you, you just had to laugh. This was so ridiculous.

"Ok, sorry. Sorry, don't look at me like that. You can't deny it's ridiculous." He agreed and smirked at you.

"Ok, so. Kathryn, I wanted to ask- Oh, no that's horrible. New try, Captain, would you like to-, Oh god I can't call her Captain. I'm asking her out. Kathryn, .... Would you like to go on a date with me?" Chakotay smiled at you and hugged you.

"You see, that wasn't so hard. No come on, back to bed. You have to work in the morning." You nodded and left.

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She couldn't sleep. Again. And why was that? Because of you. She just couldn't stop thinking about you.

For the past year or so she had started to take a liking to you. Before that she had never been really aware of you. But then she went on an away mission together with you, and unfortunately it went longer than anticipated, because Tuvok couldn't beam you up. So you spent some time together on the planet and talked. She learned that you were really funny and from that day on she couldn't shake her mind off of you. Not even at night.

She would like to go on a date with you very much, but as always she struggled a lot with her position as Captain and the unspoken rule of not dating Crewman as a Captain. But was that rule really necessary 40 thousand light years from home? That's a question that often plagued her mind.

Actually it didn't matter. She just knew that even if she would look over that rule, she wouldn't have a chance with you. She was way too old for you. There was an age difference of about twenty years. No sane 25-year old would agree to a relationship under those circumstances. You were so beautiful, you could easily have every Crewman you wanted. So why her?

These thoughts were keeping her awake nearly every night, because to be quite frank, she was extremely lonely.

She knew sleep wouldn't come soon, so she stood up and made her way to the mess hall to get a coffee and sit down a bit. She didn't think anyone would be there as it was three in the morning and any sane person was asleep or at their station. So when she stepped in and saw your back turned to her, she was a bit startled.

At first, she didn't even see Chakotay, she just heard that you were talking to someone.

"... Would you like to go on a date with me?" Just as she was about to turn around she saw Chakotay approaching you and hug you. Oh god, she shouldn't have come here. This was a stupid idea. She turned on her heel and left.

No, Kathryn. You will not cry. You are a grown woman. You are the Captain for fucks sake.

But just as the door of her quarter closed behind her a few stray tears fell down her cheek.

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Easier said than done asking Kathryn out. You haven't seen her once for the whole day. Which was hard considering you worked on OPS. And the same went for the day after that and the day after that and... Yeah, for a long time.

This wasn't like her at all. She always tried to be close to the crew. Cared for everyone equally and always wanted to seem as close and trusting as a normal Crewman. As far as that was possible being the Captain. Not talking to the Crew for several days straight was very unlike her.

The strange thing was just, that the next week you had a different shift and everyone told you that she was back on the bridge. Everything back to normal.

You had to admit that was suspicious. But the thing that really made it clear to you was, that she always turned around immediately, if she saw you anywhere. No matter where. She saw you, she was gone.

And you had no idea why. You hadn't even asked her out yet.

After two weeks of not even seeing her, you had enough. This was straight up ridiculous. Where you in kindergarten? No, you were grown women. It couldn't be so hard to talk about problems.

So after your shift you went to the Captain's quarters and after hearing a soft voice calling you inside after the door chime, you entered. As she saw you Kathryn jumped up and straightened her shirt.

"Lieutenant (Y/l/n), how can I help you." You rolled your eyes at that. You knew that what you were about to do was highly inappropriate, but formalities wouldn't bring you far in this conversation.

"Oh, please drop the formalities. We both know they are out of place." Her eyes widened at your boldness. In all the years on ship, no one had ever talked to her like that. Not even Chakotay. She was so startled, she was speechless for a second.

You stepped forward and leaned on her table. You looked at her a little amused that you actually made Kathryn Janeway speechless.

"Cat got your tongue?" Kathryn seemed to find her speech again at that. She took a chair, put it in front of you and sat down.

"I hope you know, (Y/n), that your behaviour is highly inappropriate." At least she dropped the Lieutenant.

"Yes, I know that. But probably not any less inappropriate as avoiding your Crewman for two weeks straight." You raised an eyebrow at her and waited for her response.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Kathryn gulped, as she knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Come on, Kathryn. Don't play dumb. I haven't seen or talked to you in over two weeks. Whenever we are in the same room, or you even just lay eyes on me, you flee so fast I can't even say Hello. This is not normal behaviour and I would very much like to know what has caused it."

"I assure you, you are imagining things." You sigh at that. She wanted to play? Ok, you could play. You took a chair and sat down properly directly in front of her. Your knees nearly touched hers.

"I will not leave before you haven't told me the truth. And I promise you, I don't have a problem with making us both miss our shift." Kathryn rolled her eyes at your stubbornness. There was no way out of this.

She looked down at the floor.

"It's stupid." It was so quiet you nearly hadn't heard it. This was very untypical for Kathryn.

"Kathryn, I can assure you, if it causes this sort of reaction from you, it's not stupid. Please tell me, I don't want to do this anymore." She shifted uncomfortably on her chair.

"Well, I... I may have had a crush on you since that away mission last year. But I heard you ask out Chakotay a few weeks ago, and I know you would never want to date me. So I thought if I avoided you I'd hurt less, and I could get over you." You were shocked. That were a few too many information at once. Wait, ask our Chakotay. What?

"I didn't ask out Chakotay, what are you talking about?"

"Yes you did. I heard you in the mess hall. You asked him out, and then he hugged you." You nearly burst out laughing at that. But as Kathryn looked at you angrily you fell silent immediately.

"I most definitely didn't ask Chakotay out, he's my brother!"

"He's what?" Kathryn was completely perplex at that. How did she not know that.

"Yes, he's my big brother, and I was simply practising on him. I had woken him up in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about you. And he helped me practice, because I wanted to ask you out on a date the next day. And then you avoided me." Your voice got quieter and quieter to the end, but Kathryn had heard you.

"Pardon?" You looked at her. You knew she had heard you, she just couldn't believe it.

"You have me heard right. I meant every word. Why would you think I wouldn't want to date you?" Kathryn looked down again.

"Well first of all, I'm the Captain. I don't know many people who would like to date their Captain. But mainly, because I'm about twenty years older than you?! Why on earth would you want to date me?" Slowly you understood that Kathryn Janeway was actually insecure. That's the last thing you would have imagined.

You slipped off your chair and kneeled down in front of her. She looked at you.

"Hey, please don't say that. Why would I care about your age? You are fierce, strong, intelligent and so, so beautiful-" at that she slightly shook her head in denial and looked away. You grabber her chin between your fingers and forced her to look at you.

"Look at me please. Yes, you are beautiful, you are so pretty I could lose my mind. Your smile radiates warmth and love. You're elegant, you're sexy. Hell, you're sexy."

"You believe that?"

"Of course. Have you seen yourself?" She had to shyly laugh at that. She hadn't heard something like that in a very long time.

You smiled, your eyes frequently falling to her lips. You looked her in the eyes, questioning look on your face. She understood what you asked and slowly nodded. Her chin still between you fingers, you directed her face closer to yours and gently kissed her. You could feel her grin against your mouth.

"So, no missing your shift needed." She turned on Captain mode to scold you, but you quickly washed that away with you comment.

"Well, I don't know how long this will take." You started gently kissing her neck and took her shirt out of her trousers.

"(Y/n)!" She had to laughed at your face.

"What?" You smiled at her innocently before continuing undressing her.

[zestyderg]

in the third fossil fighters game theres a whole time travel plot that i dont want to get into so imma just sum it up basically you go back in time and drop a vivosaur medal that stays in the past while you go back to the present and when you find the medal again in modern times it still works with the vivosaur alive and well (i must add in real quick that the same vivosaur that was stuck in the past also nearly died from an illness so maybe its like humans where you can roll down the stairs and be fine but break your foot when you stub your toe) so perhaps medals just full on put these vivosaurs in like purgatory where they cant sleep, eat, or even age until the owner releases them which technically means there is in fact a way for them to be immortal UNLESS the vivosaurs can actually break free from the medals if they have a strong enough will to get out ie that Allosaur in the beginning of champions was distraught over being abandoned and broke free of the medal although if the owner treats the vivosaur well then I believe that the vivosaur will definitely live much longer than expected but are still mortal and slowly age over time(which also brings the question what happens when they die like do they just come right back or) but that also brings in the whole topic of whos staying dead or not so all in all it might be a kinda give or take kinda of situation where you can be immortal but you are abandoned to the world or you can be mortal and slowly age surrounded by loved ones

Well at least the "HUH" aspect of the original two games seems to be alive and well in Frontier, at least a little. Ok, so I guess a vivosaur's medal form is EXTREMELY durable, if it's completely intact and able to function after MILLIONS OF YEARS OF ABANDONMENT, HOLY SHIT (assuming the medal was dropped in the Mesozoic).

So yea I agree that vivosaurs in their medal forms are in a stasis of sorts, frozen in time and thus unable to age/not requiring sustenance of any kind, and only dealing with those things in their active vivosaur forms. I think they're aware of the world around them in their medal forms, to an extent (so they will know if they've been abandoned either way).

I think them lasting longer when treated well is a given. That applies to pretty much everything.

All vivosaurs can break out of their medal forms if they want, and if they're in their medals they are either recovering from battle (how long does that usually take since you don't need to heal them like with pok//emon?) or like that of their own free will. You cannot convince me that mischievous vivosaurs won't come out just to mess with people. I also think part of being a new fighter is to build trust between you and your vivo/training them so they will listen and stay in their medals when you need them to. Rogues are too clouded by anger and far too feral to go back into their medals on their own.

If vivosaurs can permanently die then maybe it can only happen when outside their medals, and once they die they do not revert to their medal forms, because they are dead, they can't switch back and forth anymore.

Well cared for vivosaurs that had a good balance between existing as a creature and existing as a medal likely live very long, happy lives. If their time ever comes, they are to be buried and when their fighter dies, they will join them. Vivosaur and fighter, together forever, even in death. They are never to be separated.

[princessfayebug]

Aww hi there!~ Can I request some platonic ROTTMNT headcanons with a sibling reader, but instead of them being a turtle, they're a fat-tailed gecko! (have you seen them? they're so cuteeee) 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

they're around the same age as Mikey — the older siblings have their work cut out for them; if Leo and Donnie are the disaster twins, then Mikey and Reader are the Sun and Moon twins :')

Mikey's the Sun: bright, loving, bubbly, encompassing warmth and lively whereas Reader is the Moon: calm, soft-spoken, beautiful, serene.

as "twins" , they share a love + affinity for the arts, being comforting presences in their own way, and are both equally as terrifying/able when they're triggered w/ a healthy dose of homicidal tendencies XD /lh

I just need some sibling fluff (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠) & your writing + formatting is so cute!! can't wait to see if & whatcha come up with!!<33

stay hydrated. that is a loving~ threat. cheers! 💫

A/n:Hi there anon!! I'm so so sorry I'm just now getting to your request trust me I wanted to but I just don't have motivation to do stuff sometimes. But I decided to finally get off my butt and write because you've been waiting the longest! Hope you enjoy and again so sorry for the long wait! Also yes fat tailed geckos are adorable!! And tyy<33

Platonic Rottmnt Mikeyx Reader Headcanons(Request)

Secanrio:

Reader is a fat-tailed gecko mutant with a sibling dynamic with the turtles!

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•So everyone knows y/n and Mikey are a force to be reckoned with

•Dr.Delicate Touch AND y/n together?? Yeah you're dying tonight bud

•Y/n is usually pretty chill and calm and Mikey is always sweet and optimistic but the minute you hurt someone they love, take away something they, or just ruin something they care about they're out for blood

•Long story short y/n and Mikey are a chaotic duo

•Y/n and Mikey both loooooove art so they're always working on projects together

•April:Uhh Mikey what are you doing? And where's Y/n?

•Mikey:We're painting the lair to make it look nicer! Y/n should be back in a minute they're out getting more paint and supplies

•I feel like Mikey and Y/n would be like the "matchmakers" of the family and would just constantly try to set their older siblings up with their crush or something

•I also feel like Y/n and Mikey are both good listeners and good at helping people sort through their feelings but in different ways

•Mikey would have you talk things out

•And y/n would have you do some kind of breathing exercises and calming activities to ease your mind

•Separately these methods are just ok but together they can really help resolve arguments and misunderstandings. Not always but it helps alot

•And for that reason they've been dubbed the "therapy twins"

•They're always using the "but we're the youngest" card to get out of trouble when Splinter gets upset

•When Draxum got on their side y/n took a little longer to get on board with it than Mikey did but eventually came around and helped back Mikey up when he defended Draxum

•Mikey's the "follow your dreams! Do what your heart tells you!" twin and Y/n is the "Lets be realistic, is this really practical?" twin

•Dont get me wrong y/n is all for following you dreams but ya gotta be rational and realistic about it

•Y/n and Mikey made cute little charm bracelets for everyone including their favorite colors, something they like, and something unique to each sibling

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Hope you enjoyed, I tried my best! Also sorry if there are any typos I proof read it twice but sometimes I miss stuff until after posting it

[rahleeyah]

let's circle back a minute, I was checking my dates here and tuckson lasted for roughly a year, assuming your headcanon that it started around the townhouse incident, and by the way they talk about in canon, you'd think it was way longer. Of course, it was serious, and it mattered, but sheesh. Poor brian lasted longer, I think, and no mention whatsoever. Like, yeah, he didn't play daddy to olivia's kid, but he did stand by her during the worst time in her life so??

What follows is a bit of a ramble but the tl;dr is this-

I understand why Tucker always gets the mention as The One, and I'm ok with that, but I would also really like to see more exploration of the Brian period in Liv's life.

Now let's get into it.

Two points here that I think are important to consider; first, Brian and Liv are together for less than two seasons, if you count the beginning of s14 where they're not serious but still fucking. By the end of s14 they've been fucking for one whole season but it's treated as sort of casual for all that time, even in her negotiation it's like yeah they're together but meh. They're living together for most of s15 but he's gone before Lewis comes back a second time. Tucker gets like one full season between townhouse incident and the breakup in s18, so call that a year. They were going out for drinks before that, could have been fucking casually earlier (as early as community policing), tho I stand by townhouse as the beginning of their big R Relationship. So Cassidy gets like a half a season/half a year more than Tucker. So yes it's true that he got more time sleeping with Olivia, but it wasn't like he got years upon years more.

So that's the first thing, is that Cassidy did get more time but it wasn't like exponentially more. The second thing is Olivia knew she was never gonna go the distance with Brian.

She knew it. She knew it in her negotiation, when she was already bored with Brian and he wouldn't agree to do the things she wanted to do. She knew it when he was relieved she wasn't pregnant, knew it when he was laughing like a frat boy at the awful Dane Cook esque comedian. Brian took care of her, comforted her, in the aftermath of trauma, but apart from that she was the one taking care of him the way a mother takes care of a child; he wasn't grown. He was fun but he made bad choices, he was sweet but he wasn't interested in the family she desperately wanted. She never would have had to sit in a car listening to what sounds like her boyfriend getting a bj from a stripper while she was with Tucker; Tucker was grown. And as much as Cassidy helped give her a home while she was recovering from trauma, Cassidy is also the one saying "you know Liv, don't ask don't tell" and "you were never gonna bare your soul to me"; there is a lot of Olivia's self she held back from Cassidy and a lot of things we're led to believe they didn't talk about. Now she probably held plenty back from Tucker, too, but she's drinking wine by the bottle with Cassidy and it's Tucker who calls her out for it, helps her put an end to that. She loves Brian, of course she does, but he's a whole dumbass, a cute puppy who keeps peeing on the carpet. Brian doesn't get a mention from Liv bc the writers set up the Tucker relationship to be the one that could have ended in a marriage, whereas Cassidy probably would have run for the hills before he'd ever put a ring on it.

But I like the idea that Cassidy also doesn't get a mention bc a) she knows Elliot will be like "that guy's an idiot and you can do better" and she doesn't want to have to defend her choice to be with someone who other people think is an embarrassment but who she knows was good for her which leads me to b) if she is going to tell the truth about Cassidy she also has to tell the truth about Lewis and she's not ready for that with Elliot yet. I think she'd rather tell him she fucked Tucker and watch him explode than talk about Lewis, at this stage.

NOW having said all that; I do think she should talk about Brian. I think it matters that she lived with him; yes they were never gonna live happily ever after but she LIVED WITH HIM; Jesus, Elliot never saw her with anyone like that. Elliot never saw a relationship that mattered that much to her, never got to see Olivia the long term girlfriend. The one who had a plus one to events, who was throwing dinner parties. Brian was there for some of the most important growth Olivia goes thru and I think that's part of why she can't talk about him, but it's part of why I desperately want her to. What is Olivia's take on that part of her life here & now? And GODDDDD what I wouldn't give to see Cassidy come back, for him and Elliot to talk about the woman they both love like. Fuck I would love to see that.

[asmosmainhoe]

I just had this Idea while listening to, "Little miss perfect". But how would the brothers and dateable react falling for a Male Mc and to finding out they're gay? Like they've been with both genders but never thought of it like that then here come M Mc and now they're like, "He's nice and listens to me... I'm in love with him... wait am I gay?" If this make you uncomfortable you don't have to write it! If you do thank you! (I struggle with my sexuality so I got curious to how they would react)

The brothers questioning their sexuality

I'm so sorry that Mammon's part is always way longer than the other ones, but when I start writing for him the ideas just won't stop coming

Male MC

Warnings: cursing

Lucifer

Sometimes he questioned his sexuality even before he met you, but that was Diavolo's doing

Quickly brushed it off, because he doesn't have any feelings towards the demon prince that doesn't mean Lucifer doesn't think he's hot tho, because he is

Then you enter the Devildom and turn his world upside down

At first he thinks you're hot too so it's nothing new to him, but then he develops more serious feelings for you and then the gay panic starts

I can see him reading some documents in his study and overall just being flooded with work

And then as if someone turned a switch inside him he stops with everything and asks himself the question of all questions

Is he gay? Duh

Doesn't confront you about his emotions right away which is odd considering he's a pretty direct kinda guy

He just wants to make sure that the stuff he's feeling is not just a phase, because he doesn't wanna give you any false hope

Mammon

We stan a gay mess

Doesn't even realize he's hardcore simping for you unless one of his brothers points it out to him

I mean he did feel attracted to some guys, but never this strong!

Catch him late at night talking to Goldie about it while pacing around his room

Him: What should I do? Should I ask him out?

Goldie:

Him: I'm so confused!

Goldie:

Him: Ugh you're no help at all!

The doubts are eating him up from the inside, because he also doesn't wanna give you any false hope

Because like what if he asks you out and y'all start dating, but then he looses his feelings and breaks your heart and then you two stop talking and-

But you're mad cute and he can't stop thinking about you and how warm your hands are or how soft your lips look and he stays up at night thinking about your laugh and your smile and-

Please just do us all a favor and ask him out first

Leviathan

Has considered the fact that he might be gay, bi, pan etc considering there's a great amount of fictional male characters he simps for

Kakashi has no business looking this fine ok

But he was vibing with the cool edits, the hot fanart and the comforting fanfics/headcanons

Then you came to the Devildom and suddenly life was not daijoubo anymore

We all know he's down bad the moment he starts calling you his player number 2

Makes you change your profile pic so you two have matching icons

His way of flirting is very unique okay

Levi keeps comparing the two of you with his fave anime duos

You're his Henry! And Henry is his number 1 husbando! Take the hint you oblivious human!

Satan

Like Levi he has quite the long list of fictional men he has fallen for, but he kinda keeps it a secret?

No, it's not really a secret he's pretty open about it like if you ask him about a certain character he kinda starts gushing, but nothing too over the top

Let's just say that he doesn't rub his fanboying in your face

The more he gets to know you the more he realizes you're similar to all the fictional guys he simps for and that maybe he has a type

But all in all he's so chill about it

It's just that he always knew he's also attracted to men even without his crush on you

That doesn't mean he's not blushy around you, because he most definitely is

Asmodeus

I just can't see him having that gay panic okay?

Everyone is too hot for their own good and Asmo is over here vibing with it

Not shy about expressing his feelings so he's constantly flirting with you

What drives him into panic mode though is the realization that his feelings are way stronger than expected

Just imagine him doing his makeup and then he drops his eyeliner and gasps

"I'm in love?"

He knew he was gay for you, but not that much!

Lays down on his bed for an existential crisis, but gets his shit together after like five minutes and is ready to face the day

More like ready to face the truth and make his first serious move on you

Beelzebub

Never really thought about relationships before, because frankly he doesn't need it

All he really needs at the moment is his family and a full fridge

All of that doesn't mean he's completely ignoring his attraction towards you though

Shows you that he's interested through small actions like always helping you carry stuff or sharing his good with you

Yes! The second he offers you his food you should notice that something is up!

Talks to Belphie a lot about his feelings and even asks for advice which isn't the best idea considering the advice is coming from Belphegor

"So you're gay."

"I am?"

He is

Belphegor

Crushing on a human in general is new to him so give this man a break

The gay panic is surprisingly strong here considering that he's too lazy to panic over anything at all

Had a mini heart attack the first time you two had a sleepover and when you put your arm around him in your sleep?

He could have exploded right then and there

Mutters a "fuck" under his breath whenever he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest thanks to you

And if having to deal with his crush while being awake isn't hard enough he even dreams of you!

Wakes up exhausted and done with his life

"Why am I so gay for him?"

"What did you say, Belphie?"

OH SHIT HE TOTALLY FORGOT YOU TWO TOOK THAT NAP TOGETHER-

"Nothing, shut up."

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Masterlist

[one-sad-human]

•Sweet Confessions• Izzy Stradlin

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Requested? Nope! But they are open so send them in!

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Language, alcohol references, and sexual references

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: It’s Izzy birthday!! This fic isn’t birthday related, I finished it last week and decided to post it for his birthday. Enjoy!

The band dragged you out for a night at the bar. Just for a couple drinks to celebrate their successful debut album. But with Guns m Roses, it was never just a few drinks, it had already been two hours.

The band had been your friends since they all got together. You grew up in Indiana with Axl and Izzy, and when they left for LA you weren't too far behind. You had been there for everything. Every lineup change, every argument, and every borrowed— stolen— instrument.

You were their best friend, someone that was valuable to all of them. However, you and Izzy always had a special bond. You and him always clicked, one was never far from the other. Like partners in crime.

Like now, Izzy sat next to you in the booth. His lanky arm was resting around your shoulders, an action that wasn't at all rare. Axl is next to him, watching some blond that's barely dressed near the bar.

     You and Izzy are the only somewhat sober ones here. Izzy just wasn't in the mood to get wasted, and you had work in the morning and didn't feel like having a huge hangover. However, that doesn't mean you can't have a few drinks.

"I'm going to go grab another drink," you say after tapping Izzy's arm to gain his attention. He nods and lifts his arm off of your shoulders.

Axl takes his eyes off of the busty blonde he had been gawking at to look at his friend. Axl notices how Izzy's eyes follow your every movement.

"You're being a creep," he tells him. Izzy spares a glance at him and shakes his head.

"I'm just makin' sure she's alright." Axl grabs his beer bottle, his rings clinking on the glass.

"You're watching her like a goddamn hawk." He takes a sip of his drink. "She's a tough girl, she'll be ok if someone hits on her."

"Well maybe I don't want anyone hitting on her," Izzy says. He finally takes his eyes from you to glare at his red headed friend. Axl takes a moment to stare at Izzy.

"You need to just tell her you're in fucking love with her. Seriously, it's getting hard to watch." Izzy rolls his eyes again and takes a sip of his drink. He hates how Axl can always see right through him.

"I'm not in love with her," Izzy says. Axl just stares at him, giving him a very unconvinced look. Izzy pretends to not see him, staring at the bottom of his glass.

     "I don't believe you. You love her, and she's obviously in love with you, too, so just fucking tell her." Izzy continues to stare at the bottom of his glass, but he questions if you really could feel the same about him.

"What are you two talking about?" You ask as you take your spot next to Izzy, now nursing another drink.

"Nothing, Axl's just being a dick."

     "What else is new?" You ask teasingly. Axl flips you the bird and you shrug in response.

     "I was just telling Izzy that he should just man up and tell this chick that he likes her," Axl says, sending Izzy a discreet pointed look. You cover up the hurt you felt in your chest and put on a fake smile.

     "You like a girl? Who?" You ask Izzy.

     "It's nothing, Y/N. Drop it," Izzy says with irritation. You narrow your eyes at the sudden aggression, but don't push.

     "Fine, damn." Axl shakes his head. How he got stuck with such an idiot friend he doesn't know. Steven groans and lifts his head from the table.

"Have a nice nap, popcorn?" Axl asks Steven with a smirk. Steven groans again and places his head back down on the wooden table.

     Duff and Slash both walk out of the women's bathroom, a woman following closely behind. She looks disheveled, her hair is messy and her dress strap is hanging off her shoulder but she has a satisfied smirk on her face.

     "I'm beat, I'm going home," Duff says while still trying to put his belt on properly. Slash grabs his leather jacket and follows Duff out of the bar, throwing a wave and smile over to you before he leaves.

     "So that's where they've been," you say. The images of Slash and Duff going at the same girl was enough to make you shiver in disgust.

     "Lucky bastards," Axl says with jealousy. "I'm done sitting around, catch you later." Axl pushes through you and Izzy and makes his way to the girl he's been eyeing all night.

     "I'm tired, too," you say and finish off your drink. "You want to walk me home?"

     Izzy nods and you both stand. Izzy follows you out the door without a word. After a few minutes of walking in silence, you finally look over at him.

     "Are you ok?" Izzy glances at you for a split second.

     "I'm fine." You aren't convinced. You knew Izzy for practically all his life, you know when something is on his mind.

     "You know you can't lie to me, what's wrong?" Izzy sighs and shakes his head.

     "Nothing, I promise. I'm just thinking," he says without sparing a glance at you.

     "About what? That girl you like?" It hurt to just spit out the words.

     Izzy wants to just tell you 'yes,' he is thinking about the girl but that it's you, and how he doesn't like her he loves her. But he has no clue how you'd react, so he just stays quiet.

     "Well, whatever you want to say I'm here to listen," you say and send him a smile. Izzy grabs your hand and gives it a small squeeze.

     "I know you are. I'm fine though, really." You sigh and nod your head. He doesn't let go of your hand until you reach the door to your house.

     "You want to stay over tonight? It's pretty late and your house is kind of far," you ask. Izzy nods and you both walk into your small home.

     Izzy makes himself comfortable in your living room while you make yourself a cup of tea. He takes a moment to look at the pictures of you and him on the walls.

     Some were old, the picture frames barely concealing the rips and tears in the corners. Those were from back in Indiana, riding dirt bikes and getting high near the train tracks. But some were new, with the whole band out drinking or photos you took while they were on stage.

     "Day dreaming?" You ask as you sit next to him on your old, worn out couch, now with a cup of tea.

     "I was looking at all the pictures." Izzy points to one of the newer ones, It was of you and him after one of his first shows with Guns. You were hanging onto him and giving him a huge grin, one he matched. "I don't remember that one."

     "Axl took that one, he gave it to me because he said he's never seen you so happy." You say, smiling at the memory. "It's my favorite of you."

     Axl's earlier words replay in Izzy's head. Friends don't look at each other like that, do they? You most certainly don't look at Axl or Duff like that, he would know.

     "Speaking of Axl," Izzy starts, clearing his throat awkwardly. "He mentioned something to me earlier..." Izzy stops short, nervous to mention it.

"Well, what did he say?" You ask, nodding so he continues.

"He said you're in love with me, is it true?" Izzy asks, but it sounds much more interrogatory than he meant.

You stay silent for a while, your mouth parting before snapping shut again. You look like a gaping fish of some sort.

"He blabbed?" Is all you could muster out. "I'm sorry, I know you probably don't feel the same and that's fine, that's why I never said anything and—"

     "Hey, hey, relax, I'm asking because I do feel the same." Your jaw snaps shut, your face feels hot and your hands are sweaty.

     "Seriously? I’m the girl you like?” You mumble.

     "Yes, you are," Izzy replies, feeling relief that Axl was right flood through his veins. You and Izzy both sit and silence for a moment longer.

     "So are you going to kiss me or what?" You say teasingly, although it's accompanied by a nervous waver in your voice. Izzy doesn't acknowledge it, instead leaning in to smash his lips to yours.

     The kiss is full of passion and built up emotions. You can't help but think about how long you've dreamed of this moment.

     Izzy pulls away moments later, his brown staring deeply into yours. His eyes silently asking if this was ok. You answer with a small smile and lean in to peck his cheek softly. Izzy smiles back, bringing up his hand to gently caress your face.

     "I love you," you say quietly.

     "I love you, too." You pull him in for another kiss, and Izzy begins to think about how he loves the thought of waking up next to you and how every other sappy domestic thing he used to roll he eyes at seem much nicer.

     More time passes and you and Izzy have both laid down on the couch, cuddling into earth other lovingly. Your cup of tea is abandoned as you fall asleep to the feeling of Izzy's chest rising and falling under your head and his soft caresses.

[fighterkimburgess]

Do you have any brettsey headcannons that you haven’t shared?

SO MANY OF THEM. Like, so many.

They tell each other they're gonna move slowly in their relationship, but Matt's basically living with Sylvie after about a month. It gets to the point where he's at the loft once a week and Severide's like "look there's no point in you paying rent here anymore you live with Sylvie now". So they have the conversation and are like "So I guess this is a thing?"

There's immediately a betting pool on the engagement. Severide's not allowed enter because he's Matt's best friend, but when they don't get engaged after a few months things cool off on it. Brettsey aren't as fussed about the marriage stuff - they want to be married to each other, but they've both had experiences that make them shy away from marriage so they just want to be themselves for a while.

They're just really, really soft with each other. It's casual touches on the back or shoulders. Nothing that could even be CONSIDERED inappropriate for work - Sylvie refuses to even kiss his cheek in the firehouse while they're on shift - but just the casual "I am here and I love you" touches.

Herrmann is the one member of the firehouse who isn't completely on board with their relationship, because he's always had this hope that maybe, just maybe, Gabby would return and she and Matt would fix things up. Mouch sits him down and tells him to cop on because Gabby's been gone for three years and the two of them deserve happiness. He makes up for it by not charging them their full tab at Molly's, and will never admit he does it to anyone.

Boden's had the disclosure paperwork filled out in his desk drawer for about a year. After Joe's wedding Donna mentioned about how they looked at each other, and Wallace Boden is nothing if not a man who listens to his wife.

When their relationship is revealed (basically the shift after they get together these two can't keep it a secret) Matt gets visits from half the firehouse giving him a shovel talk. It starts with Mouch, and he knows how close Mouch is to Sylvie so just smiles and tells him it's ok. But then Joe (with Capp and Tony standing behind him because those two will never admit that because of Joe's stories they think of Sylvie as a little sister, plus she always brings in baked goods for them) comes along. Then Stella. Then Boden. Violet fixes him with a "don't fuck this up" glare whenever she sees him. And finally Severide comes in and Matt's like "I'm not going to screw this up I've waited for too long!" and Kelly's response is "I was going to tell you dinner is ready...has everyone really done that?"

Sylvie hears of an Ambulance Commander position opening up and decides to go for it, and Matt's there with her every step of the way. She doesn't get it this time - the PIC who does has been at CFD way longer than her - but she gets really good feedback and Matt comforts her, reminding her that she can do anything. (And then when it's up again the next time she does get it and even though it means she'll be leaving 51 they're so excited).

They buy a super run down fixer upper house together that they can renovate how they want. They're near their friends, near the firehouse, but it's a place that will just be for them. Plus they could only afford it because of how run down it is.

Once they get the kitchen and bedroom done they move in, and that's where Matt proposes. They're in their kitchen, Sylvie's baking and Matt's doing dinner, and he realises this is exactly where he wants to be for the rest of his life. He doesn't have a ring, he hadn't even planned it, but he asks Sylvie and she says yes immediately because it's Matt and of course she'll marry him.

They go shopping for the ring the next day, and when she arrives to work as an AC it's immediately noticed but she says nothing. Everyone at 51 can tell Matt's in a really good mood but nobody knows why until the two arrive at Molly's and Stella (because of course it's Stella) spots the ring immediately.

Welp this was longer than I planned BUT I HAVE SO MANY HCS FOR THESE TWO THEY'RE ADORABLE.

[askyourwritergrandma]

how to make coherent fulfilling ending when i’m only writing the thing to put the characters in funny little scenarios that are deeply satisfying to me and me only??

First off, anon, you are selling yourself entirely too short. You're hardly the only writer that is "just" writing to put the characters in funny little scenes that appeal to themselves. We all do it, literally every person that writes, and anyone who says that they do not do so and/or they have never done so is lying to themselves.

Writing is many things, and you should take pride in your creation regardless of its intent. So, keeping that in mind...

Onto the Advice!

I would be remiss if I didn't start out this section by saying that if this is truly a fiction created for yourself, you absolutely do not need to have a coherent, fulfilling ending. Some things exist in our imaginations and our fiction as slices of life that really have no ending because they don't exist as a larger whole. When I am indulging myself in this sort of scene, I simply stop writing when I get to the point where I no longer want to add anything else. Sometimes this skips any kind of conclusion entirely.

That is ok. It is absolute 100% perfectly fine.

But since you asked about how to craft an ending here we go:

Conclusions are your musical fade out of fiction. In order for them to be satisfying you have to ask yourself what conflicts existed in your story. What did your characters want to happen, what kept them from getting what they wanted, and how did they overcome that. Internal/external conflict/whatever, something slowed them down.

What emotions did they experience during this conflict?

Did they grow as a person during this conflict?

What is the physical location/elements of setting of your story/scene?

Remembering that your conflict should actually be resolved prior to the proper ending of the story, the "ending"/"conclusion" is just meant to be that little bit at the end that leaves the reader with an echo of what your Protagonist is feeling.

So, you've written a story where Franz and Franklin were trapped in the unrelenting hell of a funhouse mirror maze (accidentally, because they were making out when the carnival closed) for the past 10 hours and they've suffered through hours of agonizing self-reflection (ha! literally) and emerged with the realization that life is hard, that Franz is fulfilled in his life as a crossing guard for the local clown school and Franklin has always wanted to be a deep sea fisherman but despite these differences, they do very much love one another your most natural ending would be something like this:

"I don't even know what I don't know about becoming a fisherman." Franklin was exhausted, on the point of collapse, leaning against Franz and the damned mirror behind them. They were both looking down rather than forward, sparing themselves of the terrible caricature of their own faces warped out of shape. "There's always a way to find out," Franz promised. "We'll figure it out together." They might have fallen asleep like that, snuggled together in the warmth of their reaffirmed love, kept safe from the unrelenting vision of their own faces, if not for the distant sound of a door being kicked. The gruffness of a voice cursing through the splintering wood. If they'd listened closer they might have been able to make out, "what the hell happened to this door?" But they were not concerned with what was being said so much that anything was being said. Someone was speaking that meant someone was here and they were finally going to be released. Franz and Franklin moved with such speed that they were fighting against one another, pushing each other back into place in their attempt to get to their feet. They collapsed in a fit of hysterical laughter, barely able to hear the cracking sound of the door finally opening. Franz wrapped an arm around Franklin's shoulder and pulled him closer, kissed his forehead wet-and-messy, as the first breath of fresh air blew into the maze.

(Example is intentionally silly)

The conclusion does multiple things, it takes into account that they are escaping their physical location which was both part of the conflict and an important element of the setting of the larger story. It reminds the readers (and you) that despite all of the shouting and conflict and name calling of the greater story, these two people love one another and are together regardless of what they face by having them literally embracing in the end. The final emotion is one of amused relief and togetherness.

I've condensed everything I want you to take with you from my story into a bite-sized snickers and sent you on your way.

Now, not every story has a fulfilling, happy ending but even if you're aiming for a bittersweet, horrifying, depressing, terrifying, etc ending the process is the same. You ask yourself if my conflict was 'unaware ingenue gets locked in a cabin with three serial killers' how to bring that to a natural ending. In this case, you can either kill the girl and have your killers walk out scott-free, show your conclusion them getting coffee at the local convenience store, exchanging barbs with the cashier about local college football or you can have your ingenue kill the three and she emerges from the woods blood-splattered, exhausted and forever traumatized but still ends up at that convenience store only she just kind of stands there while people take in the sight of her covered in blood. It fades out to the sound of them asking her what happened and if she's okay to the internal monologue of her deadened emotional state.

If your story is about Mickey, Donald and Goofy getting lost in a pumpkin maze it's going to end with either them being rescued by Minnie and Daisy, them destroying the maze in a panic (and laughing it off) or the pumpkins eating them and acting like nothing happened.

So my final advice is this: take the pressure off yourself.

If you've consumed popular media in the form of books/tv/movies you have an imposing notion of what an ending should be. That doesn't mean its real, that's just what the people making money want us to think is the One True Ending.

If you've consumed writing advice or taken classes of any kind, you are exposed to this elevated notion of what stories should be. I'm not going to tell you that writing advice/classes are bad but they do have an unfortunate side effect of making writing feel inaccessible. Take what speaks to you from any advice and just ignore the rest.

I hope this helped! Thank you for the ask!

[arreisstorm]

Ok, yes, I know this is late, but unfortunately I have this thing called college and between classes and work, I didn't have time to make a post right away 😔

Can I just start out by saying one thing?

Yoongi + MAX = a match made in heaven!

They compliment each other so well and Max's voice is so flawless and beautiful to hear!

Don't even get me started on the MV! Watching Max dancing with his pregnant wife, seeing the love they have for each other was so incredibly sweet! I'm so happy for them and their soon-to-be addition to the family!

And if you have an doubts about the absolute respect that Max has towards Yoongi, well, here's a fun little tidbit to put your mind at ease:

That's right, this is Max's personal album that he's been hard at work on for months, yet he was more than willing to hand over control to his bro Yoongi, not only allowing him to listen to the whole album ahead of time, but also letting him choose which song he wanted to feature on and add whatever he wanted to it. Do you realize how much trust you have to place into a person to be comfortable enough to do that? It definitely speaks volumes towards their friendship! I think the only moment that can top this is the fact that Max and Emily actually took the time to learn Korean so that they could renew their vowels by using Yoongi's verse. 😭😭😭

I don't know about you, but seeing that kind of commitment and how they used their display of love to completely destroy the preconceived idea that language barrier have to have limitations, well it was such a inspirational and heartwarming scene.

Yoongi's lyrics literally became a special love language for them I can't stop crying 😭😭😭😭

And speaking of his lyrics...Ho boy! Here's where the waterworks really let loose!

Did you see he included ARMY?

"u AR e MY light"

Yep, Min Yoongi did that 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

All throughout his part Max is singing to his wife, doing everything he can to let her know that she's basically the reason for his whole existence, but in Yoongi's verse he's singing that about us, to us.

"A ray of light that split my shadow

You, who turned my life that was once only dark upside down"

If you've been ARMY for awhile now, then you also know the kind of hardships that Yoongi had to face in his past, how he had a severe battle with depression and drinking, how he watched his one true friend turn into someone he could no longer recognize, how he received very little support when he began to pursue his dreams, and how alone he felt even with all the bright arena lights that were surrounding him.

"me, who was just insignificant before meeting you

ay me, who was insignificant

before that, my life was just all

rushing to get through the day half-heartedly "

In "The Last", on his mixtape, Yoongi poured his heart out confessing how he once found himself on the brink of ending it all, the world and his own thoughts just felt too much to handle, but as heartbreaking as that song is to hear, in the ending verses he also mentioned how something eventually changed all of that and impacted his life for the better; he had finally found his source of strength, BTS and ARMY. It was his boys and this family who helped bring light to that darkness, who helped him understand his worth and that he is loved.

That why these last lines in his verse for "Blueberry Eyes" hits so much harder.

"u AR e MY light,

companions who are each other's support, each other's anchor"

For years now Min Yoongi has brought so many of us a sense of comfort and reassurance through his words and music, he's been a safe place for us to confide in and a shoulder to cry on. Just as ARMY has shown him love, Yoongi has returned those same feelings multiples times back to us. If you're ARMY then you know that BTS's journey has been anything but easy, they've had to fight hard for their success while facing so much hatred and prejudice along the way, but together they managed to overcome it all and prove the haters wrong. People wonder why we are so passion and "insane" all the time, well it's because of the belief we have in our boys, it's because we know what they have done for us and how much they mean to us, it's because of how proud we are of them. Like Yoongi said, ARMY and BTS, we are each other's support, each other's anchor. Even with all the fame and success we still continue to keep each other grounded, because, in the end, it's not about stats or records, as long as we are always there by each other's side, that will be enough.

Ok, sorry, I kind of went on a little tangent there, so to wrap this all up and end it with some more love for this beautiful friendship that Max and Yoongi share, I'll just leave you with this:

Max is a real one, one who ARMY love and know we can trust. That's a very rare find when it comes to BTS, because, like Max said, we're already aware of so many people using them for free publicity and popularity spikes, they could care less about the boys or their music, but this friendship, it's authentic, its blatantly obvious how much he cares.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[theultimatenonbinarynerd]

Choked In Confusion

Tw: Self Harm Mention, Heavy Angst, Self Loathing. Hurt/Comfort

This was the first-ever sander sides fanfic I ever wrote.

Roman was a mess, he had bruises all over his arm from hitting himself and red eyes showing that he'd been crying for a while. The creative side sat on his desk, he knew he had to take off his mask and write his feelings down. Patton had broken his heart he didn't know what the moral side wanted from him anymore. Logan always hid his feelings too. So he decided to pull off his mask in a more creative way. A monologue, he knew that would suit him a least he thought it would.

Roman conjured his feather pen and began writing his emotions. He wrote like he was running out of time. All the emotions came, he knew the others would scold him for feeling that way but he didn't care anymore there was no point in being what people wanted him to be. Anger, Regret, Sadness, Confusion and Insecure.  A knock broke him from reality, he knew it was Patton, probably wanting to scold him for laughing at Janus's name. He still kept his mask off as he knew it was time to give Patton and the others the wake-up call they needed. The King was everything they loved but then they split him and tried to create a creativity without flaws.

"Hey Kiddo, it's me, Patton can I come in?"

"Fine but not for long?!"

"Kiddo we-"

"I'm fine I have ways of getting my emotions, I honestly can't your first instinct is to come crawling back to me when you and I ignored every word Logan had to say."

"What doe-"

"He obviously feels unwanted and not listened to. Especially since he made his facts optionally. I mean I stood there and let you skip him. Me I'm probably the one out of all of us who drove him to hide and lie about his feelings."

"That's not we-"

"Right, you totally do, ever since the others started to desire being listened to you shut me and Logan out."

"That's not tru-"

"It is Thomas has the right to listen to all of us and not shun us. Go see Logan, please. Janus can apologize-"

"Roman you shouldn't have made fun of his name."

"I know! I'm an idiot I hate myself and screw up, when I make a mistake it's spat in my face but when you guys act rude nobody calls you out on your behaviour."

"Roman, kiddo aren't you over-"

"Overreacting! Patton, I have the write to express how I really feel and not have it brushed off, same for Logan."

"Alright, I'll go see Logan. I'll leave these cookies for you here but please understand we do love-"

Roman felt bad for rudely slamming the door in Patton's face but he didn't deserve comfort he just wanted to scream till he couldn't speak and then put on his crumbling mask as if everything was ok again. He thought by sending Patton to Logan he'd be doing something right for once. Roman nibbled one of the cookies and got back to writing his monologue.

After a few more minutes of writing down his feelings, Roman cleared his throat. This certainly was going to be a heartbreaking performance, deep down however he just wished someone would watch him and acknowledge his mental health struggles.

Lost I feel lost, from the day I was born I have felt nothing but lost. I feel like a statue that has to be perfect otherwise they're just filthy and an old rusting relic never meant to be touched. I am strangled by vines of expectations. Apparently, I was created to be flawless but im more than just a figment, im- actually I don't think I really know who I am anymore at all. 

Anger!

My voice feels like a cold weapon wanting to lash out when everything feels too much and when everything gets other whelming. I fire away but I can't stop myself, I am a flame of passion desperate to not die out. Life feels like thunder I want to strike and harm someone to cope but it's wrong. Justice, I get karma but the others never get it whenever they insult people and act mean.

Regret!

I'm fighting the urge to cut my throat and slice it till I can no longer speak. I feel so vulnerable myself so of course, I'm stupid enough to mock someone else in a vulnerable moment. A name defines who are you and what you stand for. I feel like I should be nameless. I hate myself so illogically I project my feelings out to someone else via name-calling. Me, I try to get better but I only seem to get worse. If I could turn back time I would stay silent and bluntly accept the truth that the world isn't black and white. My only wish is to take all those cruel worse and project them onto myself.

Sadness and Betrayal!

I feel helpless like I should have never ever been creative. Am I really that pathetic that the storybook ended sadly? Am I a hero! No, I'm nobody's hero everyone I've ever cared about have been pushed away by stupid egotistical self. My darling brother isn't evil he's better than me! He deserves my seat at the table. Janus is correct I'm a piece of trash that can be replaced it's not like there's two creativity's after all. Nobody has ever been on my side.

Confusion!

When was the last time I had an idea that was actually helpful? Even Thomas's fans think I'm useless and annoying. Back in the courtroom, I was scolded by Virgil and Patton for siding with the bad guy, the snake. I wanted to understand De-Janus especially since the others pointed out that I never treated Virgil with kindness. But no I'm wrong for giving Janus a chance, have I ever been right? Patton always gets what he wants and giving up that call back felt like I was having my petals picked off.  Then he decides to do a one-eighty and tells me I'm wrong for being the selfless Prince. Also, im supposed to trust the snake after being told he manipulated me and used me to get what I wanted. I was wrong to label the others dark. The truth im the bad guy, not the one who's being used as a puppet. Grey, I've never liked the colour but it appears I must get use to it.

Insecure!

I am the fanciful side, the ego, the passion, the good creativity. They we're wrong I'm a mirror cracked. I never ever should have been crowned the Prince. I'm not royalty I'm an earthquake bringing destruction everywhere I go. 

Janus was right I should have been crowned the Duke! I'm rude, bratty and pathetic. My fist reels, desperate to punch every single mirror I come across. I am broken! Who am I?

I'm an idiot choking on the confusion I feel.

A loud applause made Roman flinch, his brother was sitting on his bed, full of tears. He never expected his brother to be here especially since Remus had been told he's just like his twin. Warm arms wrap around him pulling him into a tight hug. Roman did not expect this he really thought his brother hated him.

"Oh, Ro-Ro, fate time hasn't treated you kindly. Part of me wishes I didn't knock you out."

"You did right you gave Logan his time to shine."

"Ro, Janus was wrong and even if have to skin all of his scales off to make sure he apologizes to you. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Thanks, bro but that won't help, I honestly feel bad for you, now you're stuck with Orange and we know he isn't a nice side to hang out with."

"I don't care at least I'm not stuck with a bunch of losers who ignore every single time you try to say you need help. Janus is a jerk, heck they're all selfish jerks."

"Remus I know I was wrong for labelling you guys the dark sides and us the light sides. We're all flawed but it's just too hard to accept."

"You know what you need?"

"What?"

"I think you need a job where you're allowed to be yourself and not strangely by people's expectations.

Ever since they've wanted us to be black and white but we're not."

"Wait bro are you proposing that I take your place?!"

"Yes I'm proposing I take your job and you take mine. Join me I'm not gonna let them bruise my self-esteem and confidence as they have done yours. Join me, let's work together and show these sides that we will no longer be controlled by their words. So are you with me or are you gonna sit here and stay silent. All I know is that you shouldn't go speechless."

"Nice Disney reference and I accept Its about time I crumble my mask! Thank you, bro I'm glad someone loves me."

"You've always been my hero."

The twins held hands and a bright flash accrued. It was about time the brothers worked together and stick together. Nobody was ever gonna separate them again.

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