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dc418writes · 1 year

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•Daddy Dare Care•

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄 : Ari’s bright idea to stay with the girls to give you a break may not go as smoothly as he thought (Operation: Rekindle addition)

⚠️: dad!Ari (truly a menace Lol), all fluff💕

A/N🎙️: Just something short and sweet. It started out a bit self indulgent since it was my birthday on April 18th☺️, but since that has definitely passed and it switched to Mother’s Day (which also has since passed🫠 lol). Either way, we now have a change in celebrations! Hope you guys like it! *If I can push myself, I have 2 other belated bday/self indulgent fics I want to put out but we’ll see!*

*DISCLAIMER!*: Although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of any pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest

“Ari, you sure you’re gonna be okay?,” you ask in a hushed whisper daring not to wake your sleeping twins. As angelic as they looked at this moment in their matching bassinets, long lashes resting peacefully against their cheeks, you wouldn’t believe they were screaming like mad men an hour before.

Aliana was hungry, but wouldn’t take your breast milk from the bottle her father so nicely warmed for her. She wanted it from the source, which wouldn’t have been an issue if her sister Brynn wasn’t so keen on staying attached to you today.

So unsurprisingly, she wasn’t happy when you and Ari had to trade.

And sensing her sister wasn’t happy, Aliana therefore would not feed and instead cried in solidarity with her sister.

Like she’s done pretty much every other day since you’ve moved in, Mrs. Holloway shuffled her way across the hall knocking on your door to check on your little family and make sure everything was fine after over 15 minutes of wailing. Although a very sweet gesture, you really weren’t in the mood for her “what I used to do is…” at that current moment.

“I probably shouldn’t even be-,”

“Y/N it’s Mother’s Day. You deserve to get out the house and have a break,” Ari responds. “Go and have fun, we’ll be good.”

You honestly felt guilty how much you longed for more than the monotonous cycle that was your life these past months. Not a complete change, just a little twist in the routine if you will

Seeing your friends going out for dinner and on trips made you miss your college days of exploring the city or those around. Not caring about what time you came back because you only had yourself to worry about.

Yes you knew you needed a break - your doctor and the girls’ pediatrician always emphasized that during your respective appointments - but you honestly felt like you didn’t deserve it. As your mother said when you announced your pregnancy, “Say goodbye to whatever you consider fun and the life you had before. It’s now solely about those two until they’re good and grown. Heck even past that really.”

By the time you realize you’re crying, Ari’s already wiping away the lone tear with his thumb sweetly smiling at you as he caresses your cheeks.

“Baby I know it’s hard, but this is good for you. It’s okay to have a life outside of our girls.”

“Is it though?,” you whisper. “What if 20 or so years from now they need therapy because I wasn’t there?”

“…Well seeing that they’re infants, I doubt they’ll even remember this,” Ari lightly chuckles successfully making you smile - even if for only a few seconds. “Plus it’s only a few hours sweetheart. It’s not like you’re leaving for good. At least I hope not.”

His feigned suspicion and playful, narrowed eyes make you giggle as you lightly shake your head. “I’ll admit that was a bit dramatic.”

“But it’s just you being a concerned mama, which I understand.”

There he was being that grounding force you always needed. Helping quiet the noise from your brain to bring you a step closer to peace.

His warm palms still on your cheeks as you gazed into his eyes, you were happy to have him back - unfortunately only just for a short amount of time.

Ultimately, he was your center and from his absence you learned without him everything was off.

Unknown to you, he felt the same way of your presence. During your time apart, he honestly thought he wouldn’t make it how his body seemed to crave more than your touch. To hear your footsteps coming down the hall. Feel you under the same roof even if you weren’t in the same room.

Your buzzing phone signals your best friend’s arrival outside making you both separate - and further miss having such an intimate moment with each other again.

“If you need anything please call. Don’t try to struggle through so I don’t worry.”

“I will.” Ari’s hands on your hip and lower back gently move you towards the door not giving you a chance to possibly change your mind. “And you try to have fun. I don’t even want you thinking about us until you get back. Okay?”

“Kay,” you sigh stealing one last look at your beautiful girls. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Just be sure to call when you’re on the way so we can kick everyone out and have everything cleaned up from the party.”

“Very funny.” His lips on your forehead smooth away your worry lines; instead replacing them with a flush of heat and a soft smile.

Instinctively, he wanted to lean down and meet your lips as well but he somehow restrains himself. Flashing his adorable tilted smile as a last assurance everything would be fine before you’re out the door walking down the steps to your friend’s Lexus. After a final wave, you’re both gone and he’s left with the quiet apartment and two sleeping babies.

Definitely not secretly worried himself as he sits on the couch with both bassinets in front of him. His girls and the tv in perfect view.

“Alright ladies, looks like it’s just us,” he quietly speaks to no one in particular. “So far so good right? Yea I think so too.”

As if sensing her father’s anxiety and mother’s absence, Brynn begins to wiggle and whimper as she typically did before having a full fussy meltdown. Luckily he’s able to get her before she could wake up Ali. Gently holding her close to his chest as he slowly rocks back and forth quietly shushing her.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here babygirl. Nothing to worry about we’re alright.” In a matter of seconds she’s back to sleep and Ari’s smiling to himself comfortably sitting back against the soft, decorative pillows.

What was he nervous for? He had everything completely under control and these next few hours would easily fly by.

Or so he thought.

A couple hours later and his little angels were wide awake loudly broadcasting their requests for new diapers through their tears.

“I know sweetheart, I know. Daddy only has two hands though, so he’s working as fast as he can,” he responds in a sing-song tone to Aliana using one hand to try and tickle her cries away while the other steadies her squirmy sister.

He never really realized how long this takes not having any help.

Now they sat, relatively calm, in their high chairs watching as Ari opened their containers of food to place on the small plates in front of them.

“Okay my loves, dinner is served.”

With a fist full of smushed peas and carrots, the nine-month olds each inspect their hands before deciding they’d rather not.

“What’s wrong? You guys love this.”

Brynn just smashes more veggies between her fingers while Ali fiddles with the side of her chair as if trying to let herself down.

“Cmon girls you gotta eat,” Ari states grabbing two plastic spoons in each hand. Expertly, he’s able to get something on each one before holding it up to the twin’s mouths. Ali whines moving her head away, and Brynn smacks the utensil from his hand finding it quite hilarious when it drops to the floor.

“Alright, if you don’t want that let’s try this then.”

With the clean spoon, he digs into the clear baby food container before holding the yellowish goop to Brynn’s lips letting her taste. Smacking her lips once, her face contorts in disgust as she holds her tongue out not wanting anymore of whatever that was.

Ali does the same with the addition of smearing the remaining food from her lips to her cheeks and nose.

“It’s chicken and rice guys, I know it can’t be that bad. Here, watch dada.”

Getting a healthy spoonful for himself, he quickly realizes that probably wasn’t the best idea once it settles into his tastebuds.

Whatever this was definitely did not taste like the chicken and rice he was used to. And why did it almost taste like medicine?

He’s quick to spit it back into the jar gagging and frantically searching for a napkin to wipe the remaining residue from his tongue. His two angels giggling the entire time enjoying the impromptu show from their father.

“Glad my pain could make you laugh,” he shakes his head sliding the terrible chicken and rice to the side so he’d remember to throw it away later - and any other food from that brand.

Sighing, he journeys back to the fridge wondering what could work for his extremely picky girls as his oceanic blues scan along the shelves.

“Well since those two were a no, maybe we’ll have better luck with this.”

He takes one small container of strawberry yogurt and scoops the pink substance on one mini placemat before taking another to do the same on the next.

Just as they did with the peas, the yogurt oozes between their fingers then is brought to their mouths where they seem to enjoy the cold treat.

They reach for more practically sticking their entire hands in their mouths trying to eat as much as they could. He even hears a “mm” come from Brynn while Ali gnaws on both hands with that adorable dimpled smile.

“You like it girls?,” Ari asks chuckling at his messy little ones who’d definitely need a bath when they were done. “Don’t worry we got plenty more.”

Returning to your apartment, you’re a bit nervous as to what you’d find on the other side of the door not hearing anything from Ari since you left.

Everything seems okay though, seeing the pristine kitchen and dishes drying on the pad next to the sink.

As you step further into the living room, the only noise is some colorful cartoon character running across the tv screen while Ari snoozes with his head on the couch’s armrest. He must really be exhausted how his mouth is parted letting his snores freely escape to the open air. There’s even a bit of drool glistening in the corner of his mouth.

And you’d still gladly give him another child if he asked.

Perching on the edge of the cushion, you turn to run your thumb over his thick brow while gently calling out his name until he’s shifting and mumbling. “Ari, I’m back.”

One eye squinted, he tiredly smiles as he stretches his limbs - and you try to hold yourself together watching his muscles flex under the black Nirvana graphic tee. You shyly turn away, busying yourself with one of the girl’s rattles once his tummy pokes out along with a bit of his happy trail.

“Back already?,” he asks with a yawn.

“Ari it’s almost eight,” you softly chuckle as he looks towards the window to find it completely dark outside. A short “hm” rumbling in his chest as he sits up.

“I was out longer than I thought then.”

“How was everything? Were they fussy when I left?”

“It was good,” he smiles instantly making your own form. “And no, they actually stayed asleep for a couple hours before they woke up. Then had diaper changes, ate, and played until they got tired. Before you ask, yes I took plenty of pictures.”

He chuckles at the way you giddily bounce as he hands his phone over. The screen already showing a photo of your babies with messy faces and hands as they ate their yogurt. How did they always manage to get it in their hair?

“How was your girl’s day?”

“Pretty good. We went to that new little area, Midtown. They have some cute shops and things so we stayed there, talked and ate.”

“And see? Everyone’s fine, no one in any emotional distress,” he adds nudging your side and making you roll your eyes.

“I know I know, the world didn’t end,” you giggle standing as you hand his phone back - trying to ignore those fuzzy feelings in your stomach for the second time today when his hand touches yours. “I’m uh gonna go peek in on them before getting ready for bed.”

“Okay, just uh let me know when your done so I can change and everything.”

It’s been months, and it’s still taking time for both of you to get used to the new arrangements of your “separation”. At least once a day Ari had to remind himself how it was your bedroom now. How he was basically the guest in your home.

You, on the other hand, would never get used to the cold bed though having had your own personal heater for years.

Secretly, you didn’t wash the pillowcase from his side for the longest not wanting to get rid of his smell. The last remnant of his former presence in your little apartment.

Nodding your head, your sandals dully flap against the carpet as you make your way to your girls. More than ready to attack those chubby cheeks with kisses and nibble on fingers/toes if you could. However stepping foot in the door, that excitement soon turns into dread.

“Um Ari,” you sweetly call over your shoulder, “come here please.”

In seconds, he’s by your side still yawning the residual sleep from his body.

“What’s-,” his words catch in his throat as the horrendous scent finally touches his nostrils. “What died?!”

In their crib, Brynn and Aliana sat quietly covered in green, pasty poop that seemed to have run from their diapers out onto their starry mattress cover.

More specifically, Brynn sat squeezing poop in her fists while Ali lied on her back staring at the ceiling as if saying, “why me?”

“Exactly how much yogurt did you give them?”

“…Two.”

“Two?!”

“A-and a half,” he adds nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Ari!,” you whine with hands on your hips. “The girls don’t do well with lots of dairy or sugar. It’s why we have the ‘only one’ limit.”

“But they really liked it! You should’ve seen how cute they were doing that excited shake thing. Plus they wouldn’t eat anything else I tried to give them,” he explains hoping to make it to the twins first birthday.

Sighing, you kick off your shoes before leaning down to pick up Ali being careful to not get any feces on you. “Let’s get you cleaned up my love. Can you get B please?”

Hesitantly, Ari reaches over the wooden railing to get his daughter trying to control his gags as she joyfully reaches out wanting to be held closer. “Please tell me you didn’t try to eat it.”

“Sorry I messed up,” Ari whispers as the four of you lie in bed. The girls, now freshly cleaned and in new onesies, each on their stomachs gently breathing. “Now you’re never gonna want to leave again.”

“It’s okay Ari, it was an accident. Need I remind you of the trip to your mom’s?,” you both chuckle.

“I just don’t want you worrying every time you step out the door.”

“That’s gonna happen no matter what. I love you guys and don’t want anything to happen.”

That innocent admission had a bright gleam forming in Ari’s eyes and a warmth blooming over his body. He tried ducking his face deeper into the pillow, but that smile was hard to hide.

“Thank you for everything today. I feel like I don’t say it much, but I appreciate all you do for us.”

Luckily his blush was easier to conceal from how dim the room was. “Anything for my girls.”

#ari levinson #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson au #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x woc!reader #red sea diving resort

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makelemonade · 1 year

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my random Genshin headcanons

Ayato

-u guys can’t tell me that Yae and Ayato aren’t secretly pranksters and that their constant victim is Thoma and when he’s caught in the prank the two will CACKLE

-Ayato def gets high with itto and Kazuha when he isn’t busy

-ayato treats sayu like Ayaka too just with a lot more care cuz she’s younger

-speaking of Ayaka he will always give her a kiss on the forehead no matter what like bitch ur my lil sister get the fuck over here

-he secretly really appreciates itto and wants to get closer with him as a friend cuz he’s the first person who doesn’t treat him all fancy smancy

-ayato will forever hide Kazuha even if his life depends on it

-he also supplies Kazuha with some…plants.

-anyway onto x reader headcanons

-he def pranks u sometimes with Yae but the both of them will start RUNNING when you yell his name

-you’ll walk in to find Ayato, Itto and Kazuha absolutely STONED and lecture them abt doing it somewhere slightly public

-sayu is ur child ur not changing my mind

-the real reason Ayato can always find Sayu is acc through you like let’s say you find her sleeping in a tree one day but you can’t get her so you call Ayato and he puts you on his shoulders to grab her

-sayu is always asleep in a tree I feel like she’s jus special like that

Alhaitham

-he and dehya r secretly bsfs

-they’ll acc spar a lot with cyno cuz all three of their fighting styles r very similar

-he is a MAD SHIT TALKER y’all ain’t changing my mind

-he’ll probably accidentally go on a whole rant about kaveh to Cyno whenever they cross paths and he won’t even realize and he’ll be a lil embarrased but cyno just finds it funny

-him and dori will meet up randomly, shit talk everyone they hate and then go back to living life

-dori and him give me like brother and sister vibes??

-just imagine a family reunion and it’s like him, dori and kaveh

-it would be HELL LMAO

-anyway haitham x ready time ?!

-he gives me never been in a relationship vibe but he’s def hooked up with sm1 before

-I havé à feeling he also knows Lisa (they were prob the HOTTEST students in the Akademiya)

-him, Lisa and cyno were def a trio seeing as cyno knew Lisa and they were friends

-anyways with u and Alhaitham, he’s not good with relationship crap because ur his first relationship

-he might even ask nahida for help since yk she’s a lil knowledge god and she’ll know everything

-nahida wont even give advice where it’s like be this type of boyfriend instead she’s like a “be yourself” person and he doesn’t have the heart to break it to her that’s not what he asked

-this is when bsf Dehya comes in!!

-guys I said this in the bday headcanons (if y’all read it) but if he doesn’t see u for a long time and you reunite after a while, HE WILL PICK U UP AND TWIRL YOU AROUND WJDNWJFJE

Cyno + Tighnari

-okay so I imagine that these 2 started out not liking each other

-they were both like complete opposites but then cyno cracked a joke once and tighnari was like “nah WTf”

-he invited Cyno that same night and they acc became best friends and if you’d like to imagine it then lovers after

-when cyno overheard abt collei in mondstadt he HAD to go over even if he didn’t know her

-the fact cyno basically kinda saved her makes me so happy I don’t even know why

-he was there for her throughout the whole aftermath and took her all the way to sumeru to heal? JUST FOR HER

-HE’S SO DADDY (literal)

-him and tighnari def r protective over collei (dads struggling fr)

-Cyno and tighnari x reader (yes poly)

-you are ALL parents to collei

-tighnari is the housewife.

-if ur a forest ranger then they are very protective over u and collei

-if ur an Akademiya student like them then don’t be shocked when they shove a list into ur face full of groceries

-There’s a voice line abt kaveh that I HAVE to talk abt here

-kaveh gets invited over to dinner right

-and he talks NON stop abt Alhaitham

-and tighnari apparently told cyno that everything Kaveh says is funnier than his jokes

-cyno will kaugh bht he’s CRYING inside

-you banish tighnari to the couch that night (for 15 mins until Cyno wants him back)

-collei had her childhood taken away from her so even now she’s basically a little girl still

-if she has a nightmare she goes straight to you

-tighnari will lwokey be pissed cuz it used to be HIM she’d go too

-cyno is fucking dead asleep 💀

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pandoraimperatrix · 8 months

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Sneak peek at @ambeauty 's bday gift. It's an AU/What if/Fix-it in which Dick and Kory had a past together as Teen Titans before they met again on season 1.

e) Pay no attention to the looming threat of universal destruction.

Dick leaves to “get better intel” as he claims. Rachel knows better. He tried to abandon her once and now he’s scared of Kory and is trying to abandon her again. Kory pretends she doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing until she realizes that she’s fucking shit at parenting three moody teens alone.

“Thank X’hal the universe is ending I’d be a terrible Queen, I can’t even take care of the three of you.”

“About that,” Gar asked as they scrubbed the kitchen’s floor after Kory’s disastrous attempt of cooking them dinner. “Dick said you left last time you were here to marry some pompous alien prince...”

“My sister killed him at the altar,” she said nonchalant as she floated to scrape some goo from the ceiling, yes, the ceiling.

“Jesus! And I thought my ‘hood was rough” that came from Victor, he was trying to find a set in his arm to clean the melted plastic of the meatloaf warpers Kory had stuffed in the oven without even putting them over a tray without wreaking further the expensive Wayne Enterprizes appliance.

“What? In Tamaran it’s more common than not. Luckly the ceremony was already done with and I didn’t have to marry anyone else, unfortunately that pushed me out of the line of succession.”

“Why?” The question came from Rachel who was sitting on the island cabinet doing absolutely nothing to help the others (she called the pizza guy, at least).

“Tamaraneans can only marry once, but Queens have to bear children. I am a childless widow. Well, was childless, I have you lot now. Too bad for you I suck at being a mother.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Kory, my mother almost let some nuns kill me to stop my demonic father from destroying the world.”

“Thanks, Rach, for having you bar so low it’s in literal hell. I feel a lot better about myself now.”

#dickkory #dick grayson #starfire #nightwing #koriand'r #kory anders #dcu titans #my fic

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tadpolesonalgae · 8 months

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just finished cbmthy and it was so well written as always but that conversation with feyre made me so uncomfortable, i kind of figured it wasn't this bad between her and her family, just that she tended to isolate herself and everyone is always busy and shit at talking. but not only feyre hasn't spoken to her since her bday but also was just there awkwardly and not even ask about anything other than about bas because she was worried (which i guess is good she worries for her sister but to me it just shows that az isn't the only one who doesn't trust her judgement at all) also the way she said everyone helps with nyx and named everyone basically besides reader was so? she could at least ask her to join her for like dinner or something to see nyx, i dont really care for children and reader doesn't give me that vibe either but that's her baby nephew so it feels weird knowing she's distanced from everyone like this. there's no way they think she's okay like this and as much as reader would probably deny any invitation, those would at least show that they care for her and it doesn't seem like they even do that. and i like her dynamic with eris a lot but it always leaves me wishing she was like this with her actual family and that we only get to see her like this with him or bas. i dont know, as much as azriel already has to grovel i think the ic does too at this point because az not paying attention to her is one thing since he just doesnt like her like that (even if she likes him and he went too far, hes really not obligated to look after her bc at this point he's an acquaintance) but her sisters and their mates who are technically her family now too not even caring is weird, i want reader to stay in the night court and with azriel but at this point she really doesn't have any reason to and since it's already been 2 years of this they have a lot to make up for. also maybe i read it wrong but has no one (besides maybe elain and azriel being a dick) talked to her since her bday? that was a shitshow and no one thought to maybe check on her 💀

im still excited about her powers and i like that she's doing something about them but her choosing to do it on her own even though she obviously doesn't know much about magic in general is kinda dumb of her (after seeing the conversation she had w feyre i get that she really just doesn't want to have any help because of her own feelings and fears of being a burden and stuff but still) also as sweet as the hand cream was (and it was) i wish az had pushed her a bit more this time (since he clearly has no trouble doing it), i dont mean being mean to her obviously but at least ask her if she's sure about her decision to do this alone or if she wants his help or someone else's because she might get herself hurt doing it on her own and it's frustrating to see her go through it alone when she has 3 sisters who went through literally the same thing as her and the rest of the ic who helped said sisters, at this point it might really be eris helping her with her powers all the way from a different court and idk how the ic and az would come back from that. also it's good to see her inner thoughts about eris because it contrasts with how naive everyone seems to think she is, i just really wish she showed it, instead of trying to act how she thinks they expect of her

- 🧶

In Feyre’s defence, reader did very suspiciously and frantically shove away a letter with writing on 😭 I’d be curious too if (heavy theoretical) my sister did something like that. Especially if she had a tendency to keep to herself—I’d want to know what’s going on in her life :)

She did initially come to talk with reader about what happened after giving her space and time to approach them, and to be fair, Feyre was just happy to find out that she has someone who she actually kind of wants to spend time around? Rather than trying to be nosey (which she kind of was, despite trying otherwise), Feyre really did just want her to be safe, and some people may think that’s a bit infantilising, but to be fair, Feyre’s been mistreated by a lot of people, while reader hasn’t had many opportunities in her life to find out how vicious people can be?

And with the Nyx thing, I suppose they (Feysand) don’t want to push responsibility onto other people, and reader doesn’t want to bother them, so it kind of goes round in a circle 😭

(Also Nyx is theirs, they want to be around as much as possible; treasure every moment because of how Rhys’ father and Feyre’s mother weren��t there for them as children so I kind of feel it would be weird for them to invite reader to look after their kid? That could just be me though.)

‘but her choosing to do it on her own even though she obviously doesn't know much about magic in general is kinda dumb of her’

See with this, she has the entirety of Rhys’ library at her fingertips and enjoys reading and learning new things, so for her, unless she absolutely has to, doing it by herself is just more preferable?

It’s not like it’s unreasonable from her perspective? Having gone from the human lands where libraries were so rare to having such a massive and extensive one just beneath her feet—it would be weird to think there’s anyway a subject isn’t covered?

Even though, as the actual readers, we can assume that her powers are similar to Nesta’s in the sense there hasn’t been anything like them before, there’s no way she would know that? I know it might be frustrating to see her doing something we doubt will be actually productive, but I feel quite strongly that she genuinely believes she’s capable of managing on her own with the help of books 🧡💛

Well, she’ll find out for herself one way or another 🤷

‘i wish az had pushed her a bit more this time (since he clearly has no trouble doing it)’

He’s inadvertently pushed her in the past, but with this time there were actual obvious signs (trembling hands) of her discomfort instead of silence which could be a multitude of things? Also, he now knows how Nesta had trouble with facing her own powers, and to add to that, reader’s had two years of absolutely nothing, while all three of her sisters have proven useful in some capacity?

‘and idk how the ic and az would come back from that.’

On one hand, it could be the blade that completely severs their relationship, but on the other, it could be the beginning to something else…👀

‘instead of trying to act how she thinks they expect of her’

I was honestly kind of concerned this part might be overlooked, so I’m so relieved you’ve zeroed in on it. Again, I’m not sure if I’ve properly elaborated on it, but she certainly changes some aspects of herself to what she thinks people want of her, which can be confusing on the receiving end :/

Also, I really hope when I respond to these longer asks, it doesn’t sound mean or anything like that? I really love seeing all your thoughts, and I’m sometimes torn between trying to explain things (without sounding like a dick) without giving spoilers as to perhaps why certain characters act potentially a little differently from how they’re portrayed in the books and accidentally saying or alluding to something that hasn’t happened yet?

(And, to be fair, it could always be down to me just genuinely writing a character badly or wrong 😬)

Anyway, I really hope these responses just come out as conversational and they don’t put you off from sending in your thoughts :)

#🧶 anon <3 #🧶#CBMTHY

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 8 months

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Ginsei (BLST) - 2023 Birthday

Pairing: you/Hime (female reader) x Ginsei

Warnings: fluff, suggestive ( just in case, MDNI)

Word count: 786

A/N: Happy birthday Ginsei!!!! Here is my gift for you!!! You didn't come home on your bday banner but that's okay. Ilysm <3

And 'coincidences' keep happening. When I tell y'all that gin belongs to P I know I'm not crazy hahaha. P's new song is great and they released it like one day before gin's birthday. It's destiny ^^

"Girls, are you sure you don't need help?"

"Everything is under control, brother. You don't need to worry about a thing, okay? We know what we are doing!"

"Right... So I'll keep watching TV I guess..."

"Yeah, love, we'll finish this asap. I promise. Oh, by the way, before you leave, come here and taste this sauce please."

"Hmm... It's good! I didn't know you knew how to make curry!"

"Hehe, that's the power of love for you."

"Eh... I think someone is blushing."

"No, I'm not, sister. The curry is a bit spicy, that's probably it. I'll watch TV now."

"Hahaha, I can't believe that after years together he's still that shy around you."

"Haha, I know right, but I love that about him. He is so clumsy and awkward even though he is such an ikemen."

"Please stop drooling. I know my brother is hot but you don't need to remind me of that, thank you very much."

"Ooops, sorry. Let's go back to our curry then."

While you and Ginsei's older sister are cooking to celebrate his birthday, the starless boy is wondering what you two are gossiping about him.

"I hope my sister is not telling anything embarrassed. I mean, I know Hime is used to my personality by now, but still... I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe she would like to do something different on my birthday, but apparently, she is just fine cooking for me."

"Does Hime think I'm boring..."

Lost in his thoughts, Ginsei tries to focus on the TV show he is watching, waiting patiently for dinner.

After two hours of a lot of gossip and minor mistakes making the curry, dinner is ready.

"So good..."

"Did you like the tonkatsu, brother? I made it by myself!"

"Yep, everything is so good. Thank you, girls."

"Yay, I'm glad you like it. Not gonna lie that curry is not actually my specialty, so I'm glad it's edible hahah."

"Of course it is, Hime! Everything you do is always perfect!"

"Geez, brother, you are so shy but sometimes you say some really romantic stuff out of the blue. How is that even possible?"

*blushing* "Ahh... I was just being honest though."

"Aww that's so adorable, Gin! Thank you, my starless boy. I won't say no to your praises. I love when you get excited about something I did just when you just read a new script for a new play."

*speaks almost whispering* "You're way more important than any script though."

"What did you say, Gin?"

"Oh... nothing. Nothing. I think we should get going soon. My sister needs to wake up early tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, that's true. I'll do the dishes real quick."

"I can help you, Hime."

"Nooo way, it's still your birthday. Why don't you go chat with your sister, while I finish here? We already washed a lot of utensils while we were making dinner anyway."

"If you wanna work so bad, you could replace a few burned-out light bulbs in my room, brother. I wouldn't mind hehe."

"Sure, I'll help you."

Moments later...

"There, that's the last one."

"Thank you, brother. You're a lifesaver!"

"That's nothing. Don't worry."

"Hey, before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Yep."

"You are planning to thank your Hime later, right? She really made a huge effort to organize this little party."

"Of course I will. I just don't know how yet."

"Just be you, that one is such a simp. She'll like anything you do."

"Hime likes me that much, huh..."

"Yeah, Ginsei, she does. Be more confident, would you?"

"Mhm... Okay."

At Ginsei's place...

"Eh... It's sure late. I'm sorry you'll have to stay in my place, Hime. I hope you won't get late for work tomorrow. I'll definitely escort you to work."

"Hehe, no worries. It's always nice to spend the night at your place after your birthday."

"So... I was thinking on our way home... I want to thank you so... Would you like a massage? You worked all day and still managed to cook for me."

"A massage? Ohh... That's not bad. I'll accept your offer, Gin."

Ginsei then proceeds to massage you as a reward for your hard work. As you start to relax to his touch, you can't help but moan a bit when he exerts a bit more pressure on your sore shoulders. Then...

"Gin... why did you stop? It's something the matter?"

"Hime... I just can't keep going... I'm sorry, I..."

He turns your head in his direction, kissing you roughly. His tongue eagerly searching yours, desperate to taste more of you. That's now the easiest way for him to show what he usually is too shy to say out loud.

#lyn's fic #blackstar fic #blackstar theater starless fic #ginsei #gin #ginsei fic #gin fic #blackstar #blackstar theater starless

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silvermistcosmos · 1 year

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unfortunately, my finals start like a week after my bday so no special stuff this time <//3 what ab you?? and fr tho I'm back in my enha phase and seeing blogs like yours with amazing fics tbh just makes my day <333

how's your day going? take care, stay hydrated!!

ahhh oh my gosh, that sucks!! i’m so sorry!! but i’m sure you will do AMAZING, so don’t stress and make sure you take care of yourself whilst studying 💕💕 and i don’t have anything too special going on for my birthday i don’t think. probably just hanging out with my friends and family and my sister in law wants to take me out at some point to go to a sauna thing. i’ve never been to one so that’ll be interesting. even though i really can’t strand the heat 😭

but frfr, why are you so niceeeee?! 🥹🫶 i know some more enha blogs that are worth giving a look at! their posts are so good 🤌🏻

• @nyangified

• @enblvsh

• @wonillaa

• @wonieleles

• @tyunni

• @heecyon

• @delcakoo

• @blu-joons

these are just a few out of the MANY I follow and recommend, but like they are 🤌🏻🤌🏻✨ check ‘em out of you haven’t already !!

also i’m doing really good today. i spent all day at my friends house and we played lots of games and read and i did their dishes and helped cook dinner 😂 it was so good btw 👌🏻 and i hope you’re doing just as fantastical cause you definitely deserve it 💕🫶🫶

#anon asks #misty answers #sweet asks #blog recs

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princesstokyomoon · 1 year

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🥺 i am make a new post cus i dont wann make the other one too long but, omg ty for the tag @mellyoraa i am honoured <3

nickname: i think the main nickname i get online is "ari", cus theres Generally a toss up between if people prefer to call me that or "princess" and thats a full name not a nickname lol. i Occasonally get "princess tokyo" tho, thats deffo a nickname. i dont tend to share my birthname with folx, so i cant really share the variety of nicknames ive had based on That, but i DO also have "fizz"/"fizzy pop" from my mum, cus of random baby talk from my sister when we were smol.

sign:

i dont tell people when my bday is, (not even my gf knows) and i Refuse to give Clues, sorry yall

height: around 5'4/5'5

last thing i googled: it was a local food place that me and my mum discovered existed the other week (but that had closed down during covid) that delivers roast dinners to your home. their website said they reopened today (or Technically yesterday by the time i post this lol), so i wanted to see what was up.

amount of sleep: hee hoo peanut, Varies, but i need a Minimum of 10 hours to feel Ok, so i Try to keep that as my average. somedays i get less, somedays i get a LOT more.

dream job: a performer. i love performing so damn much it hurts. its a part of my dna practically. but im shite at auditions, and i hate the industry, so even if i WASNT disabled in a way that makes that dream exceptionally hard for me, then its a dream thatll Probably forever go unfulfilled, and thats ok

wearing: harley quinn tshirt i bleached, and boxers uwu

media that summarises me: OOOO THIS IS A FUN QUESTION I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS..... (sorry boys thisll probably get Long, this is kinda what i look for a Lot in media)

The "Life is Strange" games - particularly the first one - feel particularly relevant

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Wired Wrong, Hold Me, Lyin' Awake - Steam Powered Giraffe

oooo Actually i think "Infinity Train" is a good show for me too

What's Wrong With Me? - Julia Stone

i would be an Idiot to not mention "It's Such a Beautiful Day", that film is an Intrisic part of my psyche BECAUSE of how much it resonates with me

Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

I'm not dead - Boyinaband

Unbreakable - Gilmore Girls

it also feels ridiculous to not include "A Series of Unfortunate Events" (ill take both the books and the netflix, but the movie can go FUCK ITSELF), that series has been a key point in my brain for as long as I can remember.

Superman, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (and the New Lyrics version too) - Sandi Thom

the one who gave up, you wanted to look for help, i wanted to sit and wait to be rescued, action scene, when we met, hands, - flatsound (honestly Everything flatsound is a Vibe tho)

I Am My Own Disease - 4th Point

Am I?, F.R.E.A.K.S. - Victor and The Bully

Take Me Away - Avril Lavigne

SHIT, That Funny Feeling - Bo Burnham (and honestly the Whole of "Inside")

OOO THAT REMINDS ME absoLUTELY "The Midnight Gospel" that shit hits SO right

I Need Sleep - Balduin & Offbeat (and Offbeats general vibes too)

....oHHH IVE BEEN WORKIN ON THIS ONE QUESTION FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS IOK I THINK THATS ENOUGH YALL GET THE IDEA AT THIS POINT im so sorry i cant help it, i Love finding myself in media

(if your noticing themes of being unwell, sad, and full of Longing, no youre not shhhh)

favourite songs: i Refuse to take as long answering this as i did the previous question gjdfhg

my current FAV fav song is Hotel California - Eagles but ill also give honourary mentions to

En ång av rosor - Darin

That's Not How The Story Goes (S3 version) - Netflix Unfortunate Events

Touch of Life - VA†EM Oliver

Countdown - Epithet Erased

instruments: i am currently TRYIN to learn guitar, and though i am WILDLY out of practice i am technically a trained singer, and really want to start practicing again at some point, cus i REALLY miss the huge range i used to have t-t

aesthetic: i.... am honestly not sure how to answer this? i vibe with so many aesthetics, and i dont think id Ever wanna tie myself down to One. as a teenager, i was sorta "all in" on steampunk, but even then i had interest in others. and now my brain is kinda a Clusterfuck lol

favourite author: i think i HAVE to go with either Lemony Snicket, or Shakespeare

random fun fact: i love dice, i own so so many dice at this point, i have Literally zero use of them, theyre just Pretty and i Want Them, i have spent a Stupid amount of money on dice, and i Physically have to restrain myself from lookin at them so so much because i would have No money, Only Dice, if i kept lookin

some favourite mutuals to tag: no pressure to play at all, but @nsfwitchy, @rouge-the-bat, @megalo-station, @aprilbrowines

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Last night was fun.

Had to work overtime yesterday, per usual. But I honestly had everything I needed for my bid just needed to put it together and let my boss look over it. Nothing too hard.

Got home kinda late, told my mom I wanted to take her out to eat for Mexican Mother’s Day. She said she was gonna go see my brother and my nephews, which lowkey peeved me since he took her out to dinner and other stuff the day before.

So I got Mediterranean takeout (she loves it) so she could eat it over there. And she was still saying no and not to waste my money.🙄 like she knows I make more than double what she makes and I’m doing fine.

ANYWAYS, we got the food. We went to go eat at my brother’s and had fun with their family.

Found out about the aurora boreales that was showing up further north. Realized the window was only until 2 am. So me and my sister drove north into Oklahoma. Lol I was driving for 2.5 hrs tryna see something. Unfortunately Nothing.

Before turning around and heading home, we stopped at a casino. Ended staying there Waaaaay too long lol. We left the casino at 5 am and I still had to drive 2 hrs back.

My sister isn’t a fan of driving so I drove most of the way. Honestly I only let her drive when we were 40 minutes from home and she knew the way.

Got home. Slept 2 hrs. Now I’m up cleaning and I gotta go help someone move, go to a thrift event going on, go to a bday party, and finally a graduation party. Gonna be fun I’m sure.

#mine #me

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sunsetsimon · 1 month

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hihi ˙ᵕ˙

I don’t really know how I feel about today? I took a shower this morning and I was proud of atleast getting up out of my bed today. I even did my skincare routine and brushed my teeth. but idk I guess cuz I started my period so i’m just all in a funk. I ate something and my mom made it but I didn’t finish it because I don’t really have an appetite and the food texture made me nervous and i’m also feeling a lil gloomy today too.

anyways enough about me,, I hope you are having a better day than me. I hope you ate and is hydrated also. ⭐️

hi my love im so sorry i’m answering this so late! it makes me so happy to hear that you were able to do a couple things for yourself! even if you’re a bit gloomy and can’t eat, you can still be proud of the other things you did :) what foods do you enjoy eating? maybe having some of your favorites or cravings will make it a bit easier to get something down

i had a fucking shitty day today honestly! i guess i had way too much to drink last night (which was odd because i was at home and only had 2 and a half, plus i ate dinner and had a good 2.5 hour span but whatever i guess) so i had the worst hangover after puking my guts up at 3am. i was supposed to be helping my sister make my brother in law his bday cake but i was so woozy and had to go home, i laid in bed for literally 5 hours after that just trying to sleep. i had to force myself to get up and shower and get ready for work, and it was crazy busy there of course. and then as im going to lock up for the night, THE FRONT DOOR WAS BROKEN??? the owner is out of town right now too so i stayed there an extra 30 minutes just waiting to hear back, and then had to rush to a dinner that i was now going to be 45 minutes late for. then my hangover headache started to come back so i had to leave after an hour. and now that i’m home i just had to call the non emergency line to report a drunk guy who has been screaming from his balcony for about 3 hours straight. now all i want to do is sleep, so im hoping i can pass out within the next hour or so. luckily i have the next 2 days off so im hoping to recoup a bit after this shit show lol

it felt good to get that off my chest ugh ive been so sick of everything recently

check in whenever you can, im thinking of you constantly 💗

#ask sun ☀️#-⭐️

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ethscape · 1 year

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November 27, 2022

I celebratedy my 25th bday today. And I believe it was a very productive and purposeful day. For 25 years now, I have nothing to brag about but the goodness of God in my life. I don't wanna say na sobrang mahal ako ni Lord pero parang ganon na nga.

I'm an imperfect child, a stubborn sister, a jealous friend, etc. pero God remains faithful and full of love for me. And i don't see a perfect way to share that love to other other than literally helping those in need & also making time for people I love.

So this is basically how I spent my 25th bday:

1. As a precelebration, i went to Bohol for 3 days with ate Hannah. It was an amazing vacay, i couldn't really ask for more. I was able to see again the amazing creation of God. Hay Lord. Ito palang puno na yung puso ko

2.On the day of my birthday, I was able to bless an aeta community in Haduan with early Christmas groceries, it wasn't much honestly but it's totally what I can wholeheartedly give. The smiles of the family and the kids warmed my heart and it makes me want to do it yearly na tuloy. So thankful as well to my friends (ate Aila, ate Geal, Gela, Nikki, & Grace) who helped me do this community service. I know God is going to be the one to bless them as well.

3. Afterwards, i attended our Sunday Service. I also joined the lunch fellowship. At first i was thinking of not attending nalang kasi im shy. Sa true lang, ayoko nang na-cecenter of attention. Good thing I didnt naman hehehehe. Pero i was very happy sa lahat ng tao sa church who greeted me a Happy Happy Birthday!

4. Then sumingit ako ng quick me-time, I watched the movie, An Inconvenient Love. And funny i got reminded again of God's love. Sobrang inconvenient kong mahalin pero God didn't stop and will not stop loving me no matter how inconvenient loving me gets.

5. Lastly, I treated my family to dinner. Honestly sobrang detach ako sa pamilya ko emotionally. I love them deep deep down. Pero i have a lot of issues still na i really need to surrender to God. Pero I'm very very sa mga ganitong opportunity para maconnect ako with them and sila with me. One step at a time.

So there! I am full, I am loved, I have a purpose. Tis to quarter-life breakthrough! 🥂

#25thbirthday #LifeLately

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blissfullydeadly · 2 years

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september 5th 2022

i came home to my parent's house this weekend, which was actually planned for once. last weekend mom and i made plans to bake cookies for J's bday and decorate. apparently last night her autoimmune was really bad and she asked J for any medication. he gave her expired oxy...on an empty fucking stomach. are u fucking joking me?

so this entire time ive been here mom has been sleeping and ive been playing mommy around the house. i bought over $100 worth at Walmart which included tonight's dinner and cleaning supplies. no suprise but the house smells of cat piss and is trashed.

but get this. 2 weekends ago i came to visit and alicia and her face was all swollen and and she has scabs on her face. mom told me that she fell off her bike and had to go to the ER. her face was swollen because she had an allergic reaction to the stitch. i felt really bad for her.

anyways...a few days ago, gram sent me a picture of a facebook ad for a dog. a dog that my family bought...i had no fucking idea and they didnt fucking say anything to me. not even cammy.

so anyways, im here this weekend and get this. alicia tells me that they got a dog. and had it for a few days and then got rid of it. about a half hour ago i asked cammy about it and she told me....about a week ago they got a dog and it started shitting and pissing in the house. then Hazel was really fucking scared of it and alicia tried helping hazel and hazel scratched the shit out of alicia.

so my parents made up this entire elborate lie. and told it to me with a stright face. no hestiation. they even asked the girls to lie for them. i dont know what the big fucking deal is about telling me things. for fucks sake cammy's gf knows more about my family details than i do.

cammy and her gf also told me that they bad mouth me to the girls. telling me that i would rather see my bf than i would the girls. cammy also told me that they hate cameron after the texting incident. my parents told her that cameron went off on my mom and was super disrespectful to her. which is not fucking true. yes, cameron could have chose a little wiser with his wording but he never meant any ill intent and she came at him full fledged 'fuck you'.

if it werent for the girls i would never come back here. maybe for a holiday or two but thats about it. i hate who they are. i hate what they are doing to my sisters. i wish with all my heart that i could just take them with me away from all of this bullshit.

fuck im so angry.

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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┌─ “ ! „ LINE-UP FOR SECONDS

tw. real incest + psuedocest, a lot of niisan, dubcon, manipulation, coercion, threesome, breeding mentions, degradation, yandere undertones wordcount. 6.5k

a/n. late happy bday present for my one and only @seijorhi ♡ iM soRRY IM SO LATE but i hope you like it. i love you so so much you're an amazing person and just the biggest inspiration of my life i would do the impossible for youuuu

baji keisuke x fem!reader x hanemiya kazutora

“Would you mind moving your fat ass to the free spot of the bed by any chance?” You can’t help but let the smile grow on your cheeks as Chifuyu groans and whines at the mere suggestion, repositioning his elbow right between your shoulders to squish you straight back down into the covers, so you almost receive a face full of hardbacks and paper. You try to roll onto your back to get from underneath him altogether, to which your clingy friend only lays his body right back onto yours.

“‘S not my fault your room is so cold. I’ll freeze.”

“Matsuno, get off!” you giggle once the tickle of his breath crawls from your neck all the way down your spine, shifting enough to get a hand along his side and send him skitting off of you. Ticklish. Your saving grace. “It’s not even me who keeps the room cold. It’s the damn apartment.”

You’d met Matsuno way back, and despite being a couple years younger than him and an -exhausting brat at the time- apparently, he’d always been there for you. No matter how much Baji had tried to keep you away from his less than stellar ‘hobbies’, there had been the one meeting, and then a second, and a third— and somehow you had managed to endear the older boy enough that years later, you’d still be friends.

Your begrudging best friend only rolls his eyes before plopping himself a more respectable distance away from you on your bed. You stare at the side of his handsome face until he gives you another look, then shifts a little closer, scrunching up the plush between you two. You really can’t get distracted again though, so you frown down at the mess before you. And understanding as ever, Matsuno runs a calming hand through your hair. You’ve been pretending to do work for a few hours now, but at this point the words barely have any meaning left. Just black ink on a page that’s making your head hurt.

A flash of dark hair passes by your door from the corner of your eye, catching your attention too easily. “Chifuyu, d’you think you could keep from flirting with my sister every fucking time you’re around or what?” The deep voice catches you slightly off guard, ripped out of your less than coherent thoughts to pry yourself up onto both elbows. But the way his sharp, brown eyes linger on you for a few breaths too long to be without meaning doesn't.

You right yourself a little more automatically, pulling at one of your spaghetti straps when the position pulls the top too low for your liking. Not that he has anything to say about what you do or how you dress anyway, but the instinct is still there. Even the hand in your hair slows a little. Your brother doesn’t disappoint in his reaction when he crosses his arms over his wide chest and makes a little ‘tch’ at both of your silences. Still ever the distrustful older brother, it seems, even though you’re definitely old enough to know by now. And so does he, for that matter.

Of course, you and Keisuke have talked about it. You often joked that you stole his middle school boyfriend away from him, pulling grins and disbelieving chuckles out of him when you’d be making dinner alone in the kitchen. Sometimes, he’d just turn the tv up loud enough for you to cup your hands over your ears and walk out. No more words are needed between a big brother and his younger sibling. And he’d found his own best friend just as quickly, so it wasn’t ever an actual issue.

Your relationship is about as unremarkable as they come. Or— it had been, until a few months ago. You’re not entirely sure what changed, only that his eyes find you a bit more easily now, like a blaring warning sign that sends shivers all up your spine. Lingering gazes that you can’t help but overanalyze, because Baji Keisuke is surprisingly good at not letting himself get read. And though you feel that same unease settle into your stomach when he meets your eyes again, a colder, harder glare, you pipe up. “You’re so jealous, nii~san.” The over exaggerated way you jut out your lip and snuggle into Chifuyu’s shoulder is enough to get your friend laughing, though your eyes stay on the noiret in the doorway. “But I’m sadly not his type. He’s all yours.”

“You’re stupid,” Chifuyu snorts when you finish, pushing you away from him with a hand on your forehead, then clicks his tongue. “I’d sooner die than fuck either of you.” His laugh is pleasant, soft and gentle and it makes you happy to see him so happy- eyes tracing the glint of the ring that sits on his fourth finger, definitely after the state you’d pulled him through only a few short years ago. It’s a good moment. Only spoiled a little by the expression on Keisuke’s face when he places a hand on the top of the door and tracks his eyes over your smile, down your top, staring at the exposed of your thighs like he’s got something else to say.

—

Living with your big bro had never posed an issue. He wasn’t the cleanest and you had to see a whole lot of him, of course, but as a broke student there really wasn’t anything to complain about. Kei nii takes care of you, pays for the apartment without much complaining, he’s not the worst cook in the world, and best of all- he wouldn’t stand for you bringing home regretable fucks you’d feel embarrassed about when sober. The problems start with his best friend, the one currently splayed out on your couch in only sweatpants that sit much too low on his hips not to be distracting.

Pretty, clear skin of his shoulders and chest are almost entirely covered in tattoos, you’d basically seen the collection grow over the years. All toned and pretty and distractingly available all the time. You should rephrase: the problems start with Hanemiya Kazutora’s way of eating you up with his eyes. His way of looking at you always had been distracting, from as soon as he came out of juvie years ago and basically went back to spending all his time at your house. The house of your mom back then, which felt a lot safer than you do now. You can’t help but feel— off.

That’s what it is. There’s something off about Hanemiya’s eyes, something you just can’t put a finger on. Like a giant snake waiting for you to get into range, or a cat staring down at your vulnerable neck. Bright eyes that track you all the way from the door to where you shrug off a drenched coat and trace over you as you walk to the kitchen, wordless. After a few moments he chuckles though, nodding at your choice of clothing. “Nice shorts.” They’re Kei nii’s, not that you really thought much about it throwing them on. So you smile in thanks.

There’s a part of you that feels bad for being so creeped out whenever he’s around. A part that loves scolding the other half of you for being so hung up on the idea of jail, of what he had done when he was younger. Everyone makes mistakes, and you of all people can’t hold past actions against him if you don’t plan on doing it for the two other prominent figures in your life. But it’s just— you turn to lean against the dining table as he gets up from the couch and runs a hand through his hair— you trust your instinct. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up any time you have to be alone in a room with him.

Hairs that are very much on end right now, filling a glass with water to distract yourself a little. “Where’s Kei nii?”

“Out… he’ll be back soon though,” the soft voice comes from your left, your focus on the floor, then the door as you hear him walk a little closer. You’ve thought of bringing it up to Keisuke before, but always decide against it. Those two have been through a lot together after all, and it’s not like you actually have a solution. So you suck it up and send him a tight smile when he comes to rest against the table like you are, all skin and charm and a cologne that smells familiar enough to make you a bit nostalgic.

And in truth, it’s not like he’s been mean or particularly unlikable. If it wasn’t for the major creeps you get any time he smiles or feel the brush of his skin over yours, you’d probably be able to have a crush on him for a little while— until it dies out one autumn and you’re back to being just Keisuke’s little sister. You’ve sure had your fair share of innocent or not-so-innocent infatuations with the majority of his friends, each and every one earning you a disgruntled squeeze or string of explicits from said brother. Usually ending in some derivation of ‘fucking gross’ and a chuckle by you.

But you still have to get up and walk around when he turns to you, picking up the remote from the coffee table to flick through a few channels. You nestle yourself instead into the couch, the soft background noise doing little to actually make you feel more at ease. You’re in your own house, shaking about Kazutora following behind. It’s silly, Keisuke would definitely say it is.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you hated me,” he chuckles when you shift from your spot on the couch as soon as he lands on the other end of it, curling your legs to your chest. You give him a wide eyes look when you feel him staring, but he laughs. “Relax, bun bun. I’m not going to bite.” The slight flush of his ears and the way he props his feet up on the coffeetable are brushed off casually, but a cold shiver still covers your back in goosebumps.

“Of course I don’t hate you,” you mumble back, uncurling your hands from the tight grip on the plastic tool.

“But?”

“No but. I don’t… I don’t hate you, Hanemiya. We just don’t talk a lot.” You ignore the prickling of your skin when he hums, eyes flicking back to you every few seconds.

“You still got that boyfriend?”

With a deep breath in you manage to relax your shoulders, and rest your chin instead on your knees. “Mh-no, we’ve been done for a while. He up and left one day and didn’t bother even telling me about it so… it was pret~ty easy to figure out that it was over.” You turn your head to the side then, curl your feet into yourself a little more when you notice he’s still looking. Your cheek is pushed out on your knee. “Kei nii told you about that?”

His bright eyes seem to glitter when he smiles, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a second before he nods, looking from you to the documentary playing before you, then back. “Yeah, he has this amazing ability of not shutting up when it comes to you. It’s like he expects me to have a better idea of how to handle his pretty, little sister or something—” The little laugh that falls out of him rings sweetly through the room, the compliment almost flying over your head. “Which I don’t. Not one like you anyway.”

“I don’t—”

The door swings open hard enough to make you jump an inch. Kei nii does lift an eyebrow to see you sitting in the middle of the room, tilting his head in confusion. “You two bonding all of a sudden? That’s a first.” His low voice breaks the thick silence that was built to let out a low sound, somewhere between a chuckle and a hum. Before you can think of a response, he drops his eyes a little to your legs again, so you spread your knees to make sure nothing’s exposed, but no. You’re all covered up, and if he notices your frown his way when putting away his coat, he doesn’t mention it.

“It’s not,” you quickly quip back when his lips curl into a satisfied grin, letting him pull you from your spot to sit there himself, “we just haven’t talked a lot.” It’s a pretty feeble excuse, you’re plenty aware. Though all the years you were the one skitting around him most days after all, happy to let Kei shoulder most of the conversation responsibilities if it meant that you could slide off to your safe, little room. If it meant getting rid of the constant feeling of eyes on you. Isn’t this the same big brother that told you to trust your gut when you first started going to college parties?

When he tugs you back a little by your hand, you turn over your shoulder to watch his suspiciously blank face turn a little softer, a little sweeter. “Don’t go yet, just sit back down.”

“You took my spot.”

He’s not shaken. Just pulls your arm down more, and even with the little bit of pressure you can feel the way his strength works in on you. The look isn’t just for show, it says, I’m stronger than you. “Sit,” he says again, mouth corners curling up when you grab his shoulder to hold yourself from toppling into him. It doesn’t really work, and before you know it you’re falling over with your knees either side to catch yourself from falling right on top of him.

“Fuck you,” you whisper at him when Keisuke chuckles under his breath, using his free hand to clamp over your hips and pull you down properly, which means you’re now— in his lap, chest heaving a little too close to his and your shirt ridden up over his forearm, basically eye to eye. “Nii nii…” It shouldn’t be weird. It shouldn’t be a big deal to touch your own flesh and blood like this, and you know you could laugh it off. If only his eyes weren’t so damn dark and blown out, you would.

“Should I come back in a couple hours?” Kazutora suddenly clears his voice from the other side of the couch, sounding a bit too amused for your liking, and you can feel the heat from your chest climb just as quickly all the way to your cheeks and ears. “If you two want to get it on…” They probably glow with an obvious color of embarrassment, your lip lifting in protest. But Kei nii just looks satisfied with himself, narrowed eyes pinning you in place. Kazutora grins at you too, a toothy, gleeful smile at your misery. You dig your nails into the soft skin above your big brother’s collarbone in an attempt to make him let you go.

“What is— Don’t be fucking weird, we…” you bite your lip when you glance back over at your brother, his hands still on your hips. “Niichan, this isn’t funny. Lemme go.” It’s not quite so easy to ignore him when he drops his face into your neck, second arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you in place as you jerk back. Because yes, you’re aware you’re the pervert here. His mouth is just- basically on your tits, and the breath he blows out goes through your shirt and tickles and he’s never ever asked for affection this way before. You’re not sure whether to curse him out or encourage him to let it out.

For a few seconds you sit like that, squished to your brother’s warm chest, your own shallow breaths seeming much too loud. But then you find the other man’s gaze, the way his tongue swipes out to wet his lips, and it has you pushing yourself off of Keisuke’s lap. Your brother doesn’t look too happy, but you really don’t care.

“I’ve got a lot of work left tonight, so you can eat without me,” you breathe out too quickly, busying your hands with the edge of your top when you stand. “Goodnight, aniiki. Goodnight, Hanemiya-san.” And then you’re out of there, legs a little too shaky, and with two sets of eyes trailing you all the way down the hall. You don’t manage to get much done.

And when someone comes to the apartment barely an hour later, you pretend not to hear the way the bed squeaks in the other room, muffling low groans by wrapping your pillow around your skull. If you don’t die of embarrassment, maybe suffication will do.

—

The next day is uneventful. You do your very best not to linger in any room with either of them too long. It’s not subtle, and you’re pretty sure you can feel the burning of Kazutora’s eyes on your face every once in a while, but it’s easy to ignore when you’re distracting yourself with cleaning up their mess. Whatever was said after you locked yourself in your room, you’ll never know. But you’re not particularly curious. You can’t help but think about it too much, the way his hands had flitted up along your sides with a bit too much eager possession, the barely tangible brush of his lips along your pulse point.

If it was someone else, it’d be romantic. You put the towels down in their spot in the bathroom, and fish out your phone when it vibrates against your thigh. A message from Chifuyu, curiously prying about your silence. But what can you say? That you’re having doubts about living with your older brother now, after almost five years of peace? That everything that happened last night felt the furthest from platonic, and that you hadn’t shaken him off like you should’ve? You look up when someone clears their throat, leaning against the doorframe as he does.

“You’re being rude.” It’s short, direct, his voice dripping with something you can’t quite pin-point. All you’re sure about is that he doesn’t sound too pleased when he says it, but it’s not mean. “Y’know Tora has had a rough life. He’s only around as often as he is because I don’t want him to feel alone.” Not exactly why you’ve been avoiding them— today, at the very least, but it still makes you grimace. You clean up the counter, put the toothbrushes left, right, left again- anything to keep yourself busy. Anything not to have to look at him. “The least you could do is pretend like you don’t hate him. I don’t like all your friends either, but you don’t see me making a fuss.”

“I don’t hate him,” you say again, voice threatening to break. It’s nothing you haven’t said to yourself before, but hearing it like this hits a bit harder. “What do you want me to do, niisan? I don’t have much in common with him.”

“He really likes you, you know,” Keisuke suddenly says, shutting you up instantly. “He says you make him feel at home, like he’s got some family of his own.” You should feel guilty, his tone says. And you do, disarmed with a single, simple sentence. This isn’t really news to you. Kazutora had come up here and there in conversation with your best friend before, about his home life, how Toman had been everything to him growing up. It’s a slap in the face to you, someone who’s always had someone.

“I went and got us some lunch. Come join us,” he asks, though it’s more of a demand. One you’re more than inclined to abide by, considering your actions all day. If he noticed, Kazutora most definitely did as well, and though it wasn’t the reason you’ve been walking on eggshells, it definitely hasn’t helped. Keisuke’s dark hair is damp, falling over his eyes as he leans forward to check your phone when it lights up. You stay silent though, biting your lip as you drag your nails along the white porcelain of the sink. “Okay?”

You nod. One short, deliberating motion as you try to find words to your thoughts. You want to speak up, really. You want to be an adult and talk over whatever it— that situation yesterday night— was, but your tongue feels so heavy. Too heavy to speak, let alone ask the pointed questions that are glued to your tongue. Seemingly knowing you won’t speak, he lets out a deep sigh and walks further into the bathroom. His hand comes to rest on your arm, his fingers wrapping loosely around your wrist.

“You’ve never been this fucking quiet in your entire life,” he grins, handsome face relaxed when you turn to face him. “Is that what a man’s gotta do to get you to stop acting up? Huh, brat?”

Heat flares right back up under your collar before you can help it, putty with the way his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back again. As easy as breathing, he rakes his hand up along your arm to tug you into him, letting you topple unmoving against his chest until you can smell his shampoo and the scent of fresh linen. “My little sister likes to cuddle, ‘s that it? You touch starved or somethin’?” Your hand shoots up and fists into his shirt to push yourself off, but you don’t quite manage to let go.

Not when he wraps his strong arms around you, not when a puff of air comes to the crown of your head, and not when his thumb presses comforting circles into your skin. “You’re so tense,” he mumbles into your hair, “don’t be like that. I can touch you, you’re family. You’re the one making it weird.” It’s soft and true and you instantly feel a bit sorry, because maybe Keisuke’s just going through some stuff. Maybe he needs this. But the silence still drags on too long, his hands sliding down your back, down, down, down until—

The buzzing of your phone breaks it. And Kei nii groans out loud, brows furrowing deep and harsh when you move to pick it up. His arm stays clamped around your waist, pressing your body too close to his own glowing skin. “Why the fuck-,” his eyes narrow further when he snatches the device from your hand, “is Chifuyu texting you still. Why is… I- are you two fucking or something? I thought you said I didn’t have to be worried.” His voice is low enough to have your hairs standing up on your arms, growled with such a visceral, sudden anger that you open and close your mouth a few times like a fish gasping for oxygen. His face is so close to yours when he stares you down, waves the phone back and forth in your peripheral vision.

But why- you have nothing to feel guilty about. “No, we’re not! He’s engaged, and he’s my friend, niisan. Why are you like that- a-and let me go!” This time you do push against his chest, an affronted furrow coming to your own face when he glares. You understand being worried about a mutual friend, but how can he even think that. Accuse you of doing something so vile. “He’s like a brother to me!” you breathe out to placate him, making a pitiful whimper when his grip on you gets a bit too tight for comfort. “Niisan, believe me, I’m not doing anything like that!”

You put all the force you have in your arm to widen the distance between you two, but Keisuke quickly puts your phone down to grab your chin and make you face him again. His hold does let up a little as he looks down at you with those deep, blown out irises that glint in the harsh LEDs. And then he clicks his tongue, leans down until you’re basically nose to nose and you slump in his hold. You can’t help it, it’s instinctual. If you want out you’d really have to fight, and you don’t actually want to hurt him, right? This is your big brother, the one you love with all your heart. Even when he’s mean and a hassle, even—

You freeze when his lips meet yours, first ever so gentle, but quickly pushing down more when you don’t pull back. Not that you’re in the state to do much of anything except listen to the pounding of your blood rushing past your ears. He leans in more and kisses deeper, pulling you by your belt loop into him as you shake and tremble, tongue brushing against your mouth. You finally pull away at that, almost toppling back from the harsh movement. “Don’t say stupid shit like that,” he grunts, straightens up to regard you and the way you’re looking anywhere but him. “You’ve known Tora for longer than you’ve known Chifuyu.”

He stays for a few seconds of silence, his own chest moving up and down hard enough to show under his shirt, before running the back of his hand under his nose. Your own head is spinning, confusion and anxiety mixing into a tight ball that sits at the top of your throat and keeps you from saying anything. “Come eat.” You don’t speak when he grabs your hand and laces his own fingers between yours, or when you pass by Kazutora who’s propped up on the bed. If he heard any of the commotion in the bathroom, he doesn’t let it show.

Just gives you a long, languid up and down that sends more cold shivers down your spine. Kei nii places your chair closer to his before forcing you down to sit, rakes his fingers along your back again, then plops into the chair himself. Like nothing ever happened. And the other dark haired man sits down across, tapping his hands on the table a few times before he smiles, pointing at the food. “Baji, wanna share?” His lithe voice rings loud through the apartment. It’s colder than usual, you think, biting your bottom lip hard. Kazutora’s smile is still off, a little too turned up at the corners, a little too predatory.

It only seems to widen when he meets your eyes without faltering, his own cheeks flushing a little. “You know what they say, sharing is caring.”

—

In a way, you anticipate the knock before it comes. Your music isn’t loud enough to entirely drown out the sound of the two of them watching tv or the call to some other friends, but it’s enough to keep you with your head down in the books. You have too much to think about as it is and not enough time in the day to make all the mangled pieces fit. Because the more you think, the more you remember— things you never took notice of now amplified with a spotlight. Keisuke had always been possessive, had always been unrelenting on any man you ever hung out with. You used to think it was a little funny, a little cute.

But with the memory of his lips on yours, the way his hand had slipped along your spine to keep you in place… Your body has a strange sensation that starts in the low of your belly and spreads all around. You pull out one of your earbuds to listen for the noise of them. The tv is out, and considering the phone call earlier it isn’t a stretch to think Kazutora has left for the night, and your brother is taking a shower like he usually does before bed.

You groan, raise your arms above your head, and drag yourself from your desk to let yourself drop into the covers with all the dramatics of a toddler. And it’s as you’re thinking over everything yet again, any sign you may have misread— the knock comes to your door. You turn your head towards it. “Hey, brat,” he mumbles, sounding … quiet. Keisuke isn’t loud by nature, nor is he particularly talkative, but he’s never quiet in the way that he sounds now in front of your door. “Did you lock me out of your room?” he asks at the silence, gently jiggling the handle a few times.

“I was finishing up my paper,” you softly respond, thinking over your words. “I didn’t try to lock you out.”

The man on the other side is quiet for a few seconds too, before he hums. “You gonna let me in at least?” Though the thought does cross your mind, you do get up to unlock the door. The tall man steps inside, leaving the door open after him. He goes to sit on the bed and you follow. “So…” So, time to talk, you think in response, sitting down too. “You didn’t like it, ‘s that what it is?”

The question takes you entirely off guard. “Wh-what? No, I- That’s not- You can’t just do that!”

“Why not? If you liked it, and I liked it—”

“I didn’t like it, niisan!” you snap back, barely noticing how he turns towards you so his legs are spread either way. Every touch sets you on fire though.

“That’s not what your face said earlier,” his lips quirk up when you try to hit him, grabbing your one hand, then the other too when you try again. “It’s okay if you did. I know you better than anyone else, don’t try to deny it.” He leans in, as if to kiss you again, and you pull back- hitting your head against the headboard in the process. “Stop wiggling, I just want to try something. Don’t make such a scene.”

“Niichan,” you yelp, turning your face aside when he crawls closer, nuzzling along your chest up your throat. “Why me? Why me?”

“Because I love you,” he only says, a logical justification for the sin at hand. You can’t help the way your body warms, glowing under him. But it’s beyond you why you just lay there and take it when he lets your arm drop to cup your cheek, lean down into your space- so close you can see each individual eyelash and the small scar on the bridge of his nose. ‘Just let me,’ he mouths, before his lips are back on yours. There’s no innocence in the way he kisses you, the hand that slides into hair at the bottom of your skull and tugs. Just tongue pushing inside and greedy, wet kisses that make your stomach flip.

He groans when you kiss back, a throaty sound, pulling back to look at you. Your flushed lips and teary eyes are enough to have him huffing, diving back in again. He tastes nice, your mind supplies, and your mortification only burns through your chest hotter. “See,” he pants when he pulls back, “you want it. I know you.” He traces his finger along the seam of your mouth for a second, prying it open with a hum. “Someone we know told me you would, you’re a little slut- hm?” It’s unfairly effective, his fingers dipping inside your mouth and exploring your tongue, spit coating them as he presses further. “Y’should’ve told me, baby. If I knew my little sister was such a whore—”

“Stop, stop please. We can’t.” Though you say it, you have no intention of actually moving, everything hurting from the need, the touch. You want it, it rings through your skull.

“We can.” As his hand dips under your shirt, you can feel your panties cling to your pussy, a traitorous feeling of your own body working against you. You never wanted this, you didn’t, he’s wrong and you know it. But his large hand pawing at your tits under your shirt and the way he nudges a knee between your legs is working. “I can tell,” he whispers in a sing-song voice, thick lashes framing his dark eyes.

You let out a little sound he accepts with a grin, pulling his fingers out to kiss you again. Sloppier, letting his spit stay on your tongue. “My little sister just wants to get fucked by her big brothers, right? That’s what gets your pussy gushing?” He chuckles when you squeak at his hand, grabbing his wrist where it’s making it’s way into your pants.

“Please-” stop. It doesn’t quite make it past your lips, definitely not when he licks a stripe from your jaw down your throat, sucking a mark into the skin. Your body is so hot and everything is sensitive to the touch.

At this point you’re just as embarrassed of the situation as you are at getting turned on in the first place, of how you can’t manage to say ‘no’. Even though you know you should. Even if everything is crumbling around you. His self-satisfied grin only grows when the wet sound of his fingers sliding around in your wetness makes you slick more, your body actively sabotaging you. You turn away, bury your face into your pillow as he starts rubbing your clit. The rough pads of his fingers feel like heaven, and your thighs shudder when he rubs you just right a few times, biting down on your neck.

He grinds himself against you, head cocking back with a sigh. He’s hard. Your big brother’s cock is hard in his pants, and he rubs it between your legs enough to have you mewling and shuddering. It’s embarrassing, it is, but as long as no one knows… “Say it for me,” he asks then, already busy shuffling your shorts down your legs. He rubs a palm over your pussy, before landing a slap straight between your legs and laughing when your legs twitch. “Come on, tell me you want to have that ‘big brother’s cock’.”

He spanks your pussy again, before spitting on it and lazily rubbing that around. “Come on~”

“You started without me?” it sounds from the door, your eyes shooting open to watch Kazutora with only a towel around his waist. A towel that’s tenting over his cock, as Keisuke grabs your tits again and rubs himself against your soft thigh.

“Just a little. Hurry up, I’m hard as fuck.” He shoves his pants down to let you admire him for only a second, mind flip flopping between both men again and again. Kazutora does as asked, undoes his towel to scoot in next to you two on the bed, and groans when slapping your tits, pinching your nipple between skillful fingers. His cock twitches, glossy tip and red and so hard, it’s hard for you to imagine he hasn’t been for a while.

“Fuck, I knew you were gonna be so good. I fucking told you, Baji.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out, making room to let Kazutora latch his mouth onto your nipple and suck, his free hand toying with your clit. It’s unfair, the amount of stimulation leaves you a cockhungry mess. Your brother kneads your thighs for a few seconds, eyes narrowed, before he takes over for Kazutora to spit on your pussy again, leaning down to suck on your clit.

But he seems to think better of it and groans, getting up between your legs to pull your hips level with his. “I’m fucking her pussy though. Your big brother’s gonna fuck your pussy nice and full.” Your mouth is occupied by Kazutora’s, so you can’t even whine or say anything in response. But the effect is instant, pussy clenching and more slick mixing with the mess between your legs.

Kei nii grins, before lining up. “You like that?” Kazutora asks when he pulls back, looking too lovingly into your eyes. He’s all flushed, like a schoolgirl with a crush. “You’re a twisted little thing, baby. I love it though. I really do.” He sits up on his knees to brush some hair away from your face, then smiles so pretty. “Open up.” As Keisuke rubs his throbbing cock between your legs, arms clamped down on your hips like his life depends on it, you can’t help but whine out long and pitifully, something that makes him smile.

Another tap to your lips has you lulling out your tongue, letting Kazutora rest the head of his cock onto it. Your lips wrap around him as he sighs, placing his large hand on your head to push a little closer. While your brother slides in between your legs, stretching you so wide it stings, Kazutora stares at the way you swallow around the cock in your mouth and fucks into your mouth. Spit dripping down your face and tears clumping your lashes together, moaning incoherently. Kei nii pushes in deeper, places his hand on your belly to make you feel every inch as it slides into you so much more.

“You gonna let me breed this cunt nice and good? Fill you up, fuck my baby into you?”

You choke around Kazutora’s cock when it’s paired with a thrust from both men. “Shit, she likes that. You like your brother’s cock this much?” Your agreement is muffled, but Keisuke’s face lights up a little too eagerly when you still do your best to nod, bottoming out inside. Your pussy is a mess, spit and your own slick dripping down your ass into the fresh linen.

“Call Kazutora niisan too,” he orders then, thumb on your clit as he pulls back, narrowed focus on your cunt as it clings to his thick cock. “He’s been wanting this for longer than I have, y’know.” Kazutora lets you up to take some much needed breaths, before he leans down to kiss you again, cup your cheeks and worship your mouth. Tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on your tongue. As Kei starts a ruthless pace, hard, deep thrusts creating a lewd ‘pap’ every time he bottoms out. His cock fills you up so well, it’s making your mind twist. “Come on, slut, say it.”

The string of spit between your faces is broken when he pulls back to gaze at you and your fucked out expression, fucking his cock into a tight fist with your spit. Your mouth falls open when Kei nii pinches your clit hard, legs clamping around his ass, and stare back at the half blond-half noiret as he waits. “Tora nii~chan,” your voice comes out high pitched and whinier than you’d like, but the way he reaches down to grab his balls is intoxicating. “Tora niichan, wan’you to fuck my throat as nii nii breeds me, please. Please, p-please—”

Keisuke chuckles. “You’re gonna make him cum.” But he doesn’t slow, just rocks the bed back and forth as he drives in and out of your pussy with a crazed focus, hitting your spot just right. You grab at his arm to dig your nails in while Kazutora gets back over your face, this time gripping your face tighter as you lick along the slit.

“Such a good little sister. Our little slut.”

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