#a friend on Discord asked if I was a bottom once when I said I felt puny from Lady D

[kenzies-scream-blog]

What is it with me and tall women in big hats and dresses that can tear me to shreds

[bunnys-kisses]

baby trapping - (vol. 2) suguru geto & satoru gojo

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: being in the presence of two of the most powerful sorcerers in japan and quite possibly the world left you feeling small. a small time curse wielder known mostly for using a small rapier full of cursed energy. you fought almost with a dance like stance, it was like watching a beautiful performance as you slashed your way to victory. to geto and gojo, you were their little doll. tags: baby trapping, smut, multiple sex scenes, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty dirty stuff a/n: if have any other characters to add to the baby trapping collection, please check my pinned post and suggest your own! U・x・U

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being in the presence of two of the most powerful sorcerers in japan and quite possibly the world left you feeling small. a small time curse wielder known mostly for using a small rapier full of cursed energy. you fought almost with a dance like stance, it was like watching a beautiful performance as you slashed your way to victory.

to geto and gojo, you were their little doll. a little ballerina in a jewellery box that did a small dance when you opened it. oh how they adored you, so small compared to them. geto once joked that handling you was like handling a sparrow, grab on a little too tight and he’ll break your delicate little wings. 

and as much as you puffed out your chest telling them that you weren’t some weak little thing, you could never beat just one of them in a fight. you always ended up on your knees or on your back with one of your lovers over top of you, lavishly making out with you. the thrill of the fight causing tightness in their pants. 

the three of you lived in a large home out in the country, as much as it annoyed you to be away from tokyo. but you found small pleasures in your large garden out back. you always wondered why the three of you needed so many bedrooms if the three of you slept in the main one.

  “why not?” gojo asked as he cupped your face, smiling down at you, “guests, friends, family.” his smile grew. what was he talking about, none of you had family.

the snow was starting to come down in late november. the flurries stuck to the fallen leaves of the garden, that was when the sex got a little rougher. both had their sadistic streaks in them, as much as they showered you in affection they also used and abused your poor pussy. fingers, tongues, toys, and large cocks all found home in your wetness. 

gojo had gone to the city which left you and geto alone. you whined that you wanted to protect the city but geto looked at you and implied that you didn’t want to spend time with him. and gave a soft frown. 

  “fine.” you said, “i’ll stay.” before you tightened the robe you wore and padded down to the kitchen to get some coffee. as you walked away you heard the two men murmur to each other, and felt their strong gaze on your back. 

you watched the snowflakes fall as the coffee brewed. you heard gojo leave the house and soon geto was in the kitchen with you. his hand on your back as he leaned down to kiss you.

  “staring at snowflakes, i see.” he said, his hand lingered down to your ass and gave it a good grope, “i was always more of a spring type of guy. renewal, life, birth.”

you snuggled up closer to him and leaned up for a kiss, “as much as I hate snow, i like when it’s all fallen and there’s that look of untouched snow.” you admitted, then letting out a small sound when his large hand squeezed your cheek. 

just like you, geto thought. a virgin before the two men had their way with you that hot summer night after a round of drinking. in your small apartment, both men promising you to hide their little doll away. protecting you in their eyes. 

geto flipped up the bottom of your robe and placed his large hand between your thighs, feeling your covered pussy. he smiled, eyes on the window as he continued to grope you. 

  “you know.” you said, looking to him, “if you want to have sex with me, suguru. ask me.” a smart woman you were, you’d make a fine mother by summer. 

he huffed out a laugh and pulled you even closer to him, hand still on your ass, “well, will my fine love. my beloved, beautiful love. the most beautiful woman i have ever laid my eyes on, will she let me fuck her in our kitchen?” the corners of his mouth upturned.

you playfully shoved him, “okay, no need to over do it.” you undid the fasten of your robe and let it fall to the floor. there you stood in a sports bra and panties, a beautiful sight to your boyfriend. 

he carefully pressed you up against the counter, face resting against the granite and your ass at perfect level for his cock. he pulled down your panties like he was unwrapping a christmas present and rubbed your ass before with his large hands spread your thighs. 

  “beautiful.” he dragged a finger across your pussy, feeling the wetness between your thighs. he brought the finger to his mouth and tasted your delightful wetness. “mmm.” he said, “perfect.” 

  “you better not cum in me as much last time, it got everywhere.” you remarked with your cheek against the counter and hands against the edge. you heard him chuckle behind you. 

  “i can’t help it, doll. you just bring something out in me.” he rubbed your lower back and smiled at your mostly nude form in front of him. he knew you were fine with both of them finishing inside of you. 

you were on the pill for years now, but two months ago switched between gojo’s hand to geto’s then placed in the nightstand at your side of the bed. the sugar pills were good at faking as birth control, geto was surprised they even had the colouring of the pills right and the proper label on the box. he didn’t even want to know where gojo went to get this done.

it wasn’t like he was out of their little mission either, he wanted to see you round with his child as much as geto wanted to see you round with his. they wanted their little doll to be giving them children for a long time. 

geto’s hand touched your stomach for a moment, open palm rubbing it which made you giggle a little. always the ticklish little thing. he placed one of his hands back on your hip as he pushed his cock inside of you, hearing the small groan and the tensing up of your pussy around his cock. 

  “relax, relax, baby girl.” he said softly, “it’s just me, you know this cock as well as you know your own body.” and groaned when you relaxed. he looked down at your body as he placed his other hand on your hip. 

he started to push and pull against you, your noises were sweet and soft. it made him only harder. the prospect of you being with him and gojo forever because you’re having their babies made him aroused. the idea of breeding such a lovely sorcerer into a fine mother to create half a dozen even stronger curse users made him lick his lips. 

you’d be theirs forever, out in the country. chasing around babies in diapers rather than curses. geto could almost imagine you waiting for them to come home with a nice round belly and a few young kids sporting either black or white hair.

geto was broken out of his train of thought when you started to moan his name and he picked up the pace. his grip tight on your hips, slamming his cock inside of you as he pushed deeper and deeper, he swore that his cock was bullying against your cervix. bruising it as a reminder of him. 

yeah c’mon, mama, he thought to himself as he slammed himself further into you. feeling the slick wet sounds of your love making in the kitchen. the sound of the coffee machine went off. 

 “my coffee is going to get cold.” you whined. 

  “then cum faster and it’ll be lukewarm.” he panted as he started to go faster, moving your top half up and down the counter, the smell of sex and coffee wafted in the air. your noises got higher pitched, the noises of your body rubbing against the counter and slapping of bodies together.

  “fucking beautiful.” he panted, “god you’re beautiful. that’s why gojo and i wanted you so badly. an angel come to earth just for us. you know we love you right?” he moaned as the curl of pleasure in his gut tightened.

  “i know! i know you love me!” you whimpered as your legs shook from being up right and the crashing waves of pleasure beat down on you in a wet lust, your pussy slick allowing him to bully your deepest parts even harder. his grip tightened and you whined in lust at the pressure. even if they were rough when it came to sex, you took it like the champ you were. 

geto’s pace remained brutal and every loud moan that left your lips was accompanied by a harsh groan from your lover. bodies hitting together in ecstasy as the two of you fucked like rabbits in your home. 

  “that’s it, doll. fuck, you’re so beautiful. god, you’re so tight. fuck.’ he cursed as he felt himself grow closer to his orgasm. and from the tight, wet heat engulfing his cock he knew you were getting close to. 

you two continued to fuck in the kitchen, eventually geto having enough of the position and quickly pulling out and pulling you both down to the tiled floor where he sat you on his lap and started bouncing you on his cock lie a maniac. 

your head thrown back as your hands reached for his shoulders as you bounced along, the position hitting even deeper. battering against your g-spot as your mouth hung open in a symphony of moans and whines. 

  “i love this.” you panted.

  “and I love you.” he replied as he kissed your chest. his mouth found your nipple and started to suck on it as he continued to move you up and down. he found it cute that you tried to match his pace but failing to do so. don’t worry, let geto take care of it. 

soon you were feeling the highs of pleasure, your rolled back along with your eyes as you remained almost like a perfect sex toy on his cock. letting his cock bruise and mix your insides up with every hard thrust. you moans filled the air as the air got hotter with your activities. 

geto kept his eyes gazed up at you as he turned his attention to your other nipple, sucking and nipping on the skin. occasionally biting at the skin around it. leaving dark bruises that’ll last a few hours. 

  “beautiful, doll.” he growled as he panted against your sweaty flesh. with a few more hard thrusts up into you, you both came at the same time. the house echoed with the sound of your orgasmic moan.

he came as deep as he could inside of you and said a silent pray that it would take while you trembled like a leaf in post orgasmic bliss. he leaned his head down and softly kissed your stomach while you were riding out your high. he’ll take you every day if he had to until it took.

-

gojo got home mid afternoon, he found you and geto in bed. both naked after a few extra rounds in the softness of your king mattress. geto was awake and reading while you were fast asleep. cum and sweat drying on your naked body. 

his hand in your hair, only pulling away to turn the page. his eyes met gojo’s when he entered the room. the dark haired man pulled off his blindfold, finally able to relax for the rest of the day. 

the white haired man pulled off his shirt and changed into something more comfortable, grey sweats and fuzzy pink socks that you bought for him the last time you were in the city. 

he went over to geto’s side of the bed and kissed him on the cheek before he reached out and brushed strands of hair out of your eyes. he could see the cum stain on the corner of your mouth. he said to the other man, “wrong hole.”

geto’s sharp eyes looked to the man, “i can’t have her catch on. the plan is to play it off like nothing has changed. if we keep filing her full of cum, she might notice.”

gojo chuckled quietly, “that means she has more than two brain cells to rub together. she still hasn’t caught on why we never bring her to tokyo anymore.” 

geto’s gaze lingered to your sleeping form, “we didn’t keep her because she’s stupid you know. we could’ve brought any bimbo home with us if we flashed enough cash.”

  “none of them were rapier wielders. we wanted a bride that would give us strong children. she’s strong, but a little dumb.” gojo corrected.

-

it took two extra days before gojo had a day off, and like a man with a mission he had ever intention of slicking your inside with cum. he wanted so much inside of you that a poke to your belly would make it gush out. he was gross like that. he wanted to know that every last drop was inside of you. 

all the mini gojo’s were trying to fertilize those eggs of yours, if geto hadn’t already beaten him to it. but he wasn’t one to back down if the odds wee against him. so while you the three of you watched television, gojo rubbed your inner thigh. 

he liked when you wore short shorts around the house, but with winter like a looming cloud, you opted for longer relaxing pants. the kind with the stretchy waist, the kind that were easier to get into. 

your head rested on gojo’s shoulder as he slipped his hand into your pants. you let out a soft moan as his long fingers touched your clit. geto was on the other side of the couch fast asleep. 

he played with your clit over your panties before he whispered, “why don’t you get on my cock. but be quiet, suguru needs his rest.” before he pressed down on your sensitive spot which made you squeak. 

gojo loved the sight of you, so small next to him. a perfect woman for both him and geto. even if his lover had impregnated you already, he would just have his turn next. but he was certain that his swimmers were stronger than geto’s. 

he couldn’t wait until your belly become round, your breasts tender and leaky and your growing reliance on the two men. waddling around the house, struggling to do things because you’re in such a fragile state. but don’t worry your little head, gojo and geto would take care of you. 

after all, you were giving them the most precious gift of all. 

he helped you get your sweatpants off, and smiled at the sweet pink panties you were wearing. he playfully ran his finger across your covered slit before with both hands he pulled the underwear down to your ankles, where you got them off onto the floor. 

  “oh my.” he said quietly, “so beautiful.” he could see your hard nipples through your thin t-shirt and pinched one which caused you to make a semi-loud noise which made him shush you. 

slowly he got you onto his lap, and guided his cock through your wet folds, until you were seated on his cock. from his knowledge this was the second best position to breed someone. besides doggy, but he’ll get to that later.

you made a small noise and his large hand covered your mouth before he started to move his hips up inside of you. you tried to match his pace. unlike the coordinated movements of geto, gojo liked to throw you off with his thrusts. moving fast like a rabbit then slow down so you can feel every inch of his cock inside of you.

  “i love you.” he said.

  “i love you too.” your quiet voice muffled by his hand. 

his pace was slow at first. rolling of his hips up inside of you. his cock prodding and poking your innards. nudging against your sweet spot that made feeble little noises exit your mouth. 

  “beautiful.” he admired as he watched your eyes glaze over in lust. he started to pick up the pace, the squeaking of the couch didn’t wake geto which only encouraged the white haired man to go faster. 

geto let out a soft snore as you lifted your hips up and down on gojo’s cock. your hands on his shoulders for leverage as the dark haired man slept soundly beside the both of you. 

gojo let go of your mouth and held onto your hips to get a better angle. your both bounced on the couch and you bit your bottom lip to be quiet before the white haired man left a searing kiss on your lips to keep you silent.no need for your needy, whorish noises to wake up the other man. 

he had a mission to breed you, impregnate you. he often masturbated in the shower to the idea of you growing life. stoking your middle, being a good little wife to your two men. and becoming a protective mother for your children. you were the right woman for the role, no one else could have what you were getting. 

for a moment gojo grabbed you by the middle and started to force you further onto his cock. his thumbs rubbed your side, his eyes gazed down at your middle. praying he was going to be the one to watch it stick out over time. watching your belly button pop and the smile when you felt a kick. not the mention your milky breasts. he was going to have his fair share once it came in.

he continued to fuck you, and quickly you had to cover your mouth with both hands as you came around his cock for the first time. making it more slick and easier to fuck you with. he chuckled quietly as when you pulled your hand away your mouth was hung open and saliva was collecting at the tip of your tongue, dripping down on your clothed breasts. 

  “that’s it, doll. feel it. like the feeling of my cock inside of you. yeah, i know you do.” his voices were harsh whispers as you continued to ride him  you nodded as you breathing became heavy pants, your body moved on its own as you held onto him. the squeaking of the couch enthralled you as you bucked against him. your head felt fuzzy as you rode him.

you felt gojo’s gaze on you as your breasts jiggled in his face. he purred in delight like a cat that caught the canary. his hands went to your breasts and he added his own bites to the lingering ones that geto left. 

  “beautiful pair you have.” he remarked as he licked his top lip, “can’t get enough of you, doll.” deadly with a sword, but docile as a kitten in his lap. you were going to give him lovely babies. don’t worry, he’ll be your shadow if he has to. just don’t leave the house too often, him and geto will worry too much. 

your movements continued until you were clutching onto him tightly, your face in his hair and your breasts in his face. he groaned at the feeling of softness against his cheeks. 

your pants grew louder as you buckled your hips and slammed down on his cock. eyes rolled back as you covered your mouth again and orgasm with the same intensity as the first time. the clutch around gojo’s cock made fireworks go off in his brain. 

oh, he thought, that felt good.

  “i know you love me cock, i know it hits all the right places.” he purred a he watched you nod in orgasmic bliss. he knew how to pull your strings, it involved eight inches pushed inside of you. he might be a bit smaller than geto, but his thickness made up for that. 

he watched your breasts bounced as you moved on your own accord, he sat back and let the wash of pleasure come over him before he was biting his lip trying to hold back a loud moan. 

it wasn’t long before he was gripping his wrists behind his head, letting you ride him as he shot his seed inside of you. he bounced his hips up, pushing as far as it’ll go and praying the way that geto did that it took.

as he watched you slow down, he could see in your eyes that the wires in your brain weren’t crossing right in that moment. he smiled up at you, a glimmer in those blue eyes. 

  “ready for another round, doll?” he asked. 

in your blissed out state, you did nothing with your tongue out but nod. gojo smirked to himself, you were a dumb whore. addicted to men stronger than you who will breed you like the good girl you were. 

too good to be true. 

geto’s eyes opened to the sight of gojo fucking you in front of the television. your figure illuminated by the brightness of the screen. he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and you looked at him with an embarrassed expression. (as if he didn’t fuck you in the kitchen only a few days ago).

he chuckled a little, “get a room you too. or at least, let me join.” 

fo the rest of the afternoon a the snow piled outside your bedroom window, your body was shared between the two men. both driving their cocks deeper inside of you, in their own little competition to impregnate you without your knowledge. 

by the time you passed out on the pillows with both men book ending you, their still hard cocks pressed against you soft form, you were finally and definitely pregnant. large hands rubbed circles on your back and stomach as you snoozed in bed. 

you were bred, you were theirs. and there was no leaving.

-

it was now april, the snow had started to melt around the compound. gojo was sneaking through the house in search of his lovers. he could hear the thud of the bed near by but didn’t know which room they were in.

eventually he slid open one of the doors and found you and geto in bed. oh my, what a sight. a whorish sight to behold. there you were, working on geto’s cock with your hands on your swollen belly, breasts jiggling with the movement of your hips. geto was panting and you were letting out the sweetest moans. even at almost six months pregnant, you took their cocks like a champ and they adored their little pregnant doll in return. 

  “oh, suguru.” gojo said as he unzipped his pants, “you can’t keep hogging her, it’s not fair. i want to show my baby mama some love too. soon she’ll be too close to popping for us to have fun.” in his underwear he got on the bed behind you, both hands fondling your engorged tits. dribbles of pre-milk beaded at your dark nipples. 

  “don’t worry satoru. even if this baby is mine, we still have a whole house to fill with the best sorcerers in the world. all thanks to our little angel here.” he patted your baby bump before he leaned up and started to suck at your breasts, tongue tasting the creamy milk which made his cock twitch harder inside of you. 

you let out a strong moan as you came for the second time with geto’s cock inside of you and the both men said in unison, “good girl.” 

- xoxo, U・x・U

[cpericardium]

So! I've gotten a host of messages and asks regarding recent disk horse and I wanted to address them as a collective.

I know I have anon asks off, I won't share your URLs, but I do want to thank you for asking and clarifying some of the frankly vile things people have been saying about me, my girlfriend, and friends. I value those of you who offered your words of support, and didn't jump to believe screenshots taken out of context and lies written with the utmost confidence and none of the facts. I am a little tired of having my morals questioned and my views conflated with every single person I associate with, but there it goes.

tumblr user cpericardium suspiciously silent on the subject of Gaza: does this mean you support ethnic cleansing???

My reticence when it comes to posting about topics like I/P is because:

-This is a fandom blog intended for lighter topics, except maybe the occasional vent about life stuff, which I usually hide under a cut. I don't have sideblogs. They seem tough to maintain and I don't post nearly enough to justify it. If I were to make one it would be for another fandom or maybe just the freakier bugs. I simply prefer my social media experience to be stress-free.

-Anti-slacktivism. It's a documented thing: posting about an issue makes you feel like you're doing something, you get that little shot of dopamine, so you don't actually go out and do something that effects meaningful change. I'm trying to do less of that. I'm good with the friends and people I follow who choose to post about it and this is a strictly personal belief, but when I engage in activism, it is offline or it is a donation. You're not going to hear about it.

But don't you reblog lgbt and women's rights posts?

Yeah, and that's usually when I want to save a post for one reason or another (e.g. to talk about with someone on discord later). The bottom line is that the main purpose of my blog is not to post political takes or to spread awareness of anything. It is just a collection of my interests (fan stuff, bugs) and hopefully a way to share those interests with like-minded people.

I will state my views clearly for the record: I support Palestine. The ongoing genocide is heartbreaking and so is the violence against protestors. Additionally, I am against antisemitism and the harassment of Jewish people in the name of supporting Palestine. This shouldn't even need to be said.

Is your girlfriend a Zionist?

No.

Does she support Zionists?

No.

Wasn't she in the military?

Yes, years ago.

But the military is evil?

It is. She's extremely hardcore anti-war and anti-military, does not believe the US should even have an army, and actively PMs strangers on reddit to try to convince them to not make the same mistake. If they're dead set anyway, she gives them detailed advice on how to survive. Because she actually cares about the human cost of war, not the social clout gained from shunning or sneering at people who make wrongheaded choices. I have seen her doing this, seen her seeking to understand their reasons for joining so she can systematically explain—from personal experience!—why they're not going to get any of that out of the army. It is a hell of a lot more effective than bitching them out or writing callout posts or starting whisper campaigns about them. She cannot delete those years of her life no matter how much she regrets them. There is only forward. I think we can all agree on that.

But what about all those things she said. "I regret nothing, I have no qualms, VA nipple money etc."

Well you have to understand that while of generally upright character, she is a bit of a scamp. She believes she fundamentally should not have to explain herself to randos who do not know her, who have never, not once, interacted with her, who are clearly digging for dirt and will twist anything she says no matter how banal. People see what they want to see and they look for evidence to reinforce their preconceptions; they'll go so far as to make alts to join servers, cherry-pick screencaps, crop them, and conveniently fill in the rest of the narrative for curious onlookers. So she decided to exaggerate and amplify and twirl her mustache like a supervillain. Give them a show, as it were.

To be clear, I'm not sold on this strat because it makes her look cartoonishly evil to people who can't understand sarcasm and hyperbole. But her friends and I are aware of her actual beliefs from actually talking with her for more than one (1) second instead of immediately believing two mysteriously cropped screencaps from a thirdhand source, and also aware that she did not in fact do those things people imagine she did. And isn't that what matters? Real-life harm? Do you even care?

Re: screenshots/so-called proof from shakertwelve & lakesbian's "callouts"

Girlfriend addresses them here. I will also note they have spread lies about me and other people before.

[papajscupcake]

GAMES AND CUDDLES

GAMES AND CUDDLES | JJ MAYBANK X FEM!READER | IMAGINE

PAIRING: JJMaybank X fem!Reader

SUMMARY: After a long day of work all she can think of is having JJ by her side.

WORD COUNT: 770

WARNING(S): again just fluffy stuff which you are probably getting sick of cause that’s all I write about, at this point I don’t know if it’s just showing how single I am or if I’m just a very sad and lonely person…. ANYWAYS I���m ranting let’s get on with it shall we

It was quite late at night around 9pm, the sun had already set and the stars were shining in the clear sky,

it would be a perfect night to star gaze which the couple would do when it was this type of beautiful night however the girl was very tired from her busy day at work so when she got back from her shift she gave JJ a peck on the lips when she passed him in the corridor when he was heading back to his gaming room with a cold beer and she headed to their shared bedroom for an early nights rest.

even in her exhausted state she couldn’t catch any sleep because if the lack of her boyfriend in the bed made her stay awake

She was lying in bed with only one of JJ’s T-shirts on her body and a pair of JJ boxers as shorts, one arm was stretched out to JJ’s empty side of bed and the other rested under her pillow were her head was laid

She considered going through to JJ’s gaming room to ask him to come to bed but she didn’t want to disturb him while he was playing with his friends after another minute of thinking she decided to go anyways

Tiredly getting out off bed she began to make her way stumbling sleepily to JJ’s gaming room and knocked on the door she leaned against the doorframe waiting for an answer finally after a moment she got one and went into the room

“Hey baby”she whispered to him as she stumbled towards him he looked up from his computer and to his girlfriend

“Hey,you alright?”he asked and the nodded in response

He wore his baggy pj bottoms and was now bare chest since he tossed the shirt he was wearing to record was not a mess in the floor and a pair of headphones on his fluffy blond haired head

“Are you still playing with the boys”she asked putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it gently

“Yeah,is that okay? ”He answered

“Of course”she replied simply and held out her arms like she would when she wanted cuddles the boy smiled at her then moved his headphones wire from his lap and held out his arms to her she got the message and sit on his lap

She wrapped one her arm around the back of his neck playing with the ends of his hair as the other wrapped around his chest, her legs slotted through the arm rests of the chair and dangled toward the floor she then buried her face into the crook of his neck

“Is that ‘…’ ?!”Pope asked from JJ’s headphones

“Yeah it is”JJ answered then gave the girl on his lap a kiss on the side of the head

“Can she hear me?!”John-B asked the girl nodded then gave JJ a kiss on the neck in return

“Yeah she can”JJ answered

“Hi, ‘…’! ” The boys exclaimed making the girl smile

“Hi”she mumbled however the boys didn’t hear her

“She said hi”JJ told them rubbing a hand up and down her back as he waited for their next match to start once it loaded He pick up his controller and continued to his game while he spoke to his friends softly

after a while the girl grew felt herself fall in and out of sleep in the embrace of her boyfriend, she snuggled further into him her breasts pressed up against his chest as their hips grazed off each other just as his match finishes

“Right I think I’m gonna go”JJ commented placing down his controller on the desk

“Aw man! Dude just one more match!”John-b exclaimed from the headphones

“Sorry dude I cant, I’ll play tomorrow though”John-b huffed in response but accepted his friend was leaving and the two boys said goodbye and JJ hung up the discord call

The girl looked up at him with tired eyes He sighed a little and looked down at the girl with a small smile

“Baby, you okay?”The boy asked sweetly the girl nodded then pressed a sloppy kiss on his lips

“You want me to carry you?” he asked running his hands up and down her sides

“I mean i wouldn’t say no” the girl answered he chuckled at the response and turned off his machines then he slowly stood up holding the girl tightly while the girl wrapped herself around him

He then walked up to their shared bedroom and laid her on the bed He then turned off the light and climbed onto his side of the bed and got under the covers

“Goodnight baby”he whispered and pulled the girl into his side

“Goodnight JJ”She mumbled and hugged into his chest

If you have any requests you want me to do either dm me or comment :)

[mama-qwerty]

WIP Wednesday

Today's is another of those "not necessarily something I'm working on, but it's a bit of writing I think came out well so I'mma put it up for others to see" kinda dealies.

This is something I wrote in a discord server, in one of my live writing 'story times'. We were discussing a situation in which Knuckles decided he wanted to live his own life, and the ME wouldn't let him go.

~~~~~

Knuckles lay in bed, his body thin, fur a pale imitation of the bright crimson it once was.

His eyes, once a vibrant violet, now looked pale beneath the drooping lids. Closer to gray and lacking in the bright shine of life they once held.

His friends gathered around. Amy wrung her hands, chewing her bottom lip in worry as the echidna wheezed in his breaths.

"We have to do something," she said, her voice soft and trembling. "He's been like this for days. Why hasn't he . . ." She stopped herself from asking the question on all their tongues.

Why wasn't he dead yet?

"The Master Emerald won't let him go," Sonic said, and the furrow in his brow showed the disgust he felt. "It won't let him. It's holding him like this, just waiting for him to beg to come back. It's holding him hostage."

Tails stood further away, eyes glued to his monitors and various machines. They read his life signs, and right now, they were low. Too low. Dangerously low. But the very second they dipped into the critical range, they lifted back up. As though he were being force fed to survive.

The kit's eyes flicked to another machine. This one read the echidna's chaos levels. It almost mirrored the life monitors, but in the opposite direction. When the chaos energy within Knuckles rose, just the teeniest bit, they would drop, as though something were syphoning it off.

The Master Emerald.

"His connection to the Master Emerald is what's keeping him alive," Tails said, his voice low. "And what's killing him."

Sonic scowled. "Then we need to break that connection. How do we do that?" He turned to his brother. "Tails, tell me there's a way to do that."

The kit furrowed his brow as he thought. He tapped his knuckle against his chin, narrowing his eyes. "There's no way to break it completely. As the guardian, he's connected to the Master Emerald. Their bond is one on an almost spiritual level. There's nothing I can do to sever it." His eyes narrowed a bit. "But . . . maybe there's a way to . . . transfer it."

Sonic blinked. "Transfer it? What good will that do? He would just be tied to something else, then. We want him to be free, not just a slave to some other thing that can do this to him."

"No, not another gem or object," Tails said, his eyes drawn back to the monitors. "To a person."

"Make more sense, little bro."

"Look, he's had more chaos energy in him than anyone I've ever seen," Tails said, flicking some switching on his control panel. "But now it's being drained because the thing he was connected to is trying to punish him or make him come back or something. But without that chaos energy, he'll die.

"But there's someone who can handle a huge amount of chaos energy, who would maybe be able to splice into that connection between Knuckles and the Master Emerald, now that Knuckles is so weak."

Sonic cocked an eyebrow. "No. You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

Tails shrugged. "What other option is there? You're the only one who can handle that much chaos energy. When you go Super, you have enormous chaos levels flowing through you. And yeah, when Knuckles was at full health, he could knock you out of your Super form. But now, when he's so weak, that chaos energy while you're Super could be what splits him from the Master Emerald."

Sonic shook his head. "But then he'd just be tied to me! I don't want that. He wouldn't want that. How is that better?"

Tails let out a sharp sigh. "Look, I don't have all the answers, okay? I know the barest amount about the Master Emerald in the first place, and even less about Knuckles' connection to it. All I know is based on these readings, the Master Emerald is what's doing this to him, and it doesn't really look like it's gonna let him die, or save him unless he agrees to return to it. Do we want that??"

Silence from Sonic. He looked back at Knuckles, the once proud and strong echidna, now barely a breathing skeleton on the bed.

The hedgehog breathed a sigh. He couldn't just let Knuckles go. Not like this. Not if he could save him.

"Are you sure this will work?" he asked Tails, running a hand over the back of his neck. "This will cut him off from the Master?"

The kit gave an apologetic shrug. "Honestly? No. But what choice do we have? I mean, it can't hurt to try, right?"

Sonic gave another sigh. "Okay. I'll go hunt down the chaos emeralds. You keep using that big brain of yours to come up with other ideas, okay? I don't like this, but if we have no other choice, then . . ."

He shrugged, before zipping off to search for the chaos emeralds.

Two days later. Sonic managed to find all seven chaos emeralds. They stood in the little hospital room they'd cobbled together when Knuckles had first fallen ill. At the time they'd thought it was some 'mysterious illness'. If only they'd known then. Before he got too weak. Before it was to the point of desperation.

Tails had worked furiously to find another solution. Any other solution. There didn't seem to be one. Knuckles was tethered to the Master Emerald, and if that tether was severed, if he was allowed to simply be without a chaos connection, he would likely die. Chaos was infused within him, in his very being, and if that were completely removed . . .

He and Amy had had long discussions on whether or not this would be something Knuckles would even want. Would he want to die, rather than be tied to anything else? Before, when he'd been resigned to this duties as guardian, he hadn't thought about that connection. It simply was.

But now, that which gave him life and health, was taking it from him. Stealing everything that made him him because the thing he had been created to protect would not let him go. Would not allow him to live a life separate from itself.

Ultimately, they decided that Knuckles wasn't in a position to decide that now. Maybe he would be grateful for what they were about to do. Maybe he would hate them for making the choice for him. It was something they were prepared to deal with when the time came.

But right now, they were going to do their damnedest to save their friend.

"Ready?" Sonic asked. He stood with the chaos emeralds scattered around him in a ring at his feet. He glanced over at Tails, who flicked switches and took readings at his various monitors. The kit looked back and nodded once. Sonic nodded back, a look of determination on his face.

"Here we go."

The hedgehog focused and the chaos emeralds rose from the ground, spinning around him until their individual colors blurred into a blinding white. They vanished and his body burst with energy, his fur changing to gold and his eyes red. He hovered near Knuckles' bed, the glow from his form illuminating the weakened echidna in a bath of warm yellow light.

He glanced over at Tails, and the kit took a few readings before nodding again. "Now or never."

Sonic approached the bed, and Knuckles furrowed his brow slightly, turning his head away from the bright light.

"S-Sonic?" he croaked, his voice barely audible.

"Hey big guy." Sonic tried to sound upbeat, but the honest truth was he was scared to death. But he wasn't sure if he was more scared that this wouldn't work, or that it would.

"Just hold on for little bit, okay?" Sonic said as he reached for Knuckles' hand. "This might . . . well, I don't know what this might do. But just hang in there for me, okay?"

The furrow in Knuckles' brow deepened slightly, as Sonic gently took the echidna's hand into his.

The response was immediate.

Knuckles jerked as though electrocuted, his eyes flying wide open, and muzzle pulling into a grimace. Sonic felt his chaos energy flow down his arm and into Knuckles, but it was too much, too fast. At this rate he could kill Knuckles himself by overloading him.

"PULL IT BACK!" Tails shouted at the same time Sonic realized what was happening. "Sonic, you have to pull it back!"

"I know, I KNOW!"

Sonic gritted his teeth, trying with everything in him to slow the flow of chaos energy. Just as he felt he had a handle on it, and Knuckles' color returned to his more natural red, a sudden shock went through him and he jerked. The chaos emeralds all but shot from his body, and he dropped to the floor, panting.

The chaos emeralds clattered to the floor. Each and every one of them was black.

"No!" Amy cried, rushing to Sonic's side. "What happened??"

Tails checked his readings and printouts. "The emeralds . . . they're dead. Neutralized." He looked up, his face slack with shock. "The Master Emerald rendered them null. It drained them."

They looked over to Knuckles. He had regained some of his color, and now sat up in bed. He blinked, his eyes more violet than they'd been in two weeks.

Without a word, the echidna crawled out of bed, and grabbed the nearest chaos emerald. He took it into both hands and brought it to his chest. "The . . . the servers are the . . . seven Chaos . . ."

His voice was weak and broken, but he recited the prayer he'd learned so long ago, eyes tightly closed and focusing every ounce of his remaining chaos to the emerald. He repeated it over and over, his voice gaining strength with every repetition, until finally he was practically screaming it.

"The servers are the seven Chaos! Chaos is power, power is enriched by the heart. The controller is the one that unifies the Chaos."

His eyes opened and they glowed a bright white. The emerald in his hand lit, and flared into a brilliant violet.

"I am the controller of chaos! I will not be denied!"

Knuckles thrust the chaos emerald to a stunned Sonic, who immediately flared back to Super form. This form was different from the previous. Even though it was only one emerald, it pulsed and thrummed with more power than he'd ever felt.

Knuckles took hold of Sonic's hand. "Focus. See the tether to the Master Emerald. Sever it. Now!"

Sonic focused. He wasn't exactly sure what he was focusing on but then he saw it. A thin trail above Knuckles' head, like smoke from a dying fire. It was being drawn out of him. That must have been it.

With a cry, Sonic lifted his arm sliced through that tether, that tendril of ethereal smoke that was draining his friend's life. His hand passed through, but there was a sharp feeling, like a snap in his head. Knuckles felt it too, as he jerked when Sonic did so. The tether did not reform, and Knuckles slumped to the ground.

Reaching forward, Sonic touched Knuckles' forehead, and gently pushed his remaining chaos energy into his friend. His fur returned to blue, and the feeling of power inside faded.

Sonic helped Knuckles back into bed, before turning to Tails.

"Did it work?"

The kit checked his machines. Knuckles' life signs were slightly higher than they'd been for days. And his chaos levels were slowly, painfully slowly rising.

"The readings are . . . promising. But I want to make sure they stay on the upward swing before calling it." A small smile curled his lips. "But I think it may have."

[odetodilfs]

Beach day

So finally a Javi Gutierrez fanfic!!! This was the request of a friend of mine on discord, so all thanks to him for coming up with the plot. You take your boyfriend Javi to the beach, but he had other things planned out other than bathing in the sea...

Pairing: bottom Javi Gutierrez x top m!reader Warnings: Semi-public sex, praising and very hard sex

“Javi, come on!” you shouted at him, he was taking forever to get ready for the beach day he’d proposed, “Coming, coming” he shouted as he ran down the stairs, “There” he said, goddamn, he looked stunning, “ready to go?” he asked “Yeah” As you went to the beach you looked at him driving, he always looked sexy driving, but the shirt he was wearing made you feel feral. When you arrived, you carefully spread the towel over the sand and placed down the umbrella, you put on some sunscreen and laid down to look at the sea. Soon enough, Javi scooted over to you until he was on you, “Hey;” he smirked, looking at you then roping you in for a kiss, a very long and wet one “Javi! We’re in public!” you exclaimed, “There’s no one here other than the fish in the sea” he whispered against your ear, goddamn was he making you horny.

“I know this turns you on” he teased, sliding his hand under your shirt as he smirked, this was enough, he had got you past your breaking point, you were gonna fuck this man on the beach, whether it was a fish, a seagull or a person who saw it, you took him and placed him on his stomach, “Don’t give what you can’t take baby” you whispered, he immediately started moaning and blubbering as you grinded against his ass, “The lube’s… in the bag…” he said, or rather moaned, you dragged the bag towards you and sure enough, it was there, “My baby had it all planned out hm? Then let’s give you what you want then” you said as you flipped him on his back and started lubing up his ass for your cock.

“Please- please-” he begged, not knowing what he begged for, “I’m gonna fuck you darling, just wait” “Oh please do- please” he moaned, his confidence wasn’t there anymore, he just needed you inside him. You started to press your cock against his ass, “Oh fuck-” “Shh, you can take it darling, come on, my beautiful boyfriend, you can take this” you praised him, you knew your ways with him and he always became yours when you praised him.  You started to go in, gently to not hurt him at first, but you sped up once you saw he was bucking onto your dick as well, after a minute, your dick was up to the hilt inside him, “Yes-” Javi moaned as you started to thrust, “F-fuck- bury that dick in there- fuck me-” he begged.

You started to speed up and started praising him, “Enjoying that? Such a pretty little thing like you deserves to enjoy every minute of the day, and I'm gonna make that come true” you whispered in his ear as you started pounding him, he was past the point of coherent sentences by now, just focused on your words and your dick in his ass. You didn’t care if anyone saw you, your objective was making your man feel good.

His hole around your cock was making you unsure you were gonna last very long, he always somehow so tight and the way he squeezed your cock, “Baby- agh- mghhh-” was all he could say, you were fucking him so hard the towel on the floor was being messed up and you could no longer hear the sound of the waves on the sea due to the pounding you were giving him, he was sure as hell not gonna be able to walk properly for a day, “You like that, Javi?” you asked him, he loved it when you said his name when he was a moaning mess, or the questions you asked him you knew he couldn’t answer with the amount of pleasure he felt. There was sweat trickling down his head and when he could finally mutter out a coherent sentence he said “H-harder- please-” you did not expect him to want it harder, but it was what he was asking for, and you’d do just about anything to please him.

You started pounding him as hard as you possibly could and he was no longer moaning but screaming in pleasure, “Fuck- don’t- stop!” he screamed, 

“I’m not baby, don’t worry” you said reassuringly, as softly as you could since you were pulverizing this man’s ass, you weren’t sure you were gonna last much longer, “I’m- gonna- cum!!” Javi screamed as you fucked him, “Cum for me baby, let me see you cum for me” you said, still not ceasing the pounding, “Oh fuck!!!” he screamed as he came harder than he ever had, it even reached your face, as you licked it off, the taste drove you over the edge and you came inside him with one huge thrust. You stayed locked together, recovering from the exhausting fuck, “Are you okay, Javi, does anything hurt?” you had been real hard on him this time and you were worried now that you came back to your senses, “No, I’m alright, but I’d be better in your arms” he made puppy eyes, you rolled your eyes, “Come here” you signaled him as he went over to you and curled up in your arms, you looked at the sea until you fell asleep with the sound of waves and seagulls filling your ears.

[hollyethecurious]

CS AU: A Pirate Booty Birthday (1/1)

Summary: She knew her soon-to-be former best friend had something up her sleeve. No way Ruby Lucas would allow Emma Swan’s birthday to be celebrated with a simple pool party. Oh, no. She just had to do something over the top. Something that would make this year ‘the best birthday ever!’ Something that would go down in infamy among their friend group. Something that Emma would find totally and completely humiliating. So, of course. Ruby had hired a stripper.

A/N: So, the other day a picture and video was posted on social media depicting our fave donning his pirate outfit once more in order to surprise a co-worker for her birthday. The post included a caption quipping, "The pirate they hired for our birthday party was actually really good", which caused many of us to wish we could hire the same said pirate for our bday celebrations. This, naturally, sparked a fic idea which I shared on the csmm discord and, well… you can probably guess the rest, lol.

Much love to the discord ladies and especially to @jrob64 who championed the idea so much she agreed to beta. Of course, seeing as it is her bday today, I'm also gifting this fic to her. Sorry it isn't the actual pirate, but I hope it is a close second! Happy birthday!

A shout out also goes to @kmomof4 who also gave this a once over for me😘

Rated T+ / Also available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me!  

A Pirate Booty Birthday

She knew her soon-to-be former best friend had something up her sleeve. No way Ruby Lucas would allow Emma Swan’s birthday to be celebrated with a simple pool party. Oh, no. She just had to do something over the top. Something that would make this year ‘the best birthday ever!’ Something that would go down in infamy among their friend group.

Something that Emma would find totally and completely humiliating.

So, of course. Ruby had hired a stripper.

A pirate themed stripper to go with the pirate themed decor and pirate themed drinks they’d been enjoying all afternoon and into the evening.

A pirate themed stripper who nearly had Emma swallowing her tongue when he appeared in Ruby’s backyard, decked out in head-to-toe black leather with artfully mussed dark hair, kohl-lined piercing blue eyes, auburn tinted stubble, and a devilish smirk that would make a mermaid swoon.

Holy hell and hot damn.

“Get your dollar bills ready, girls!” Lily called out, practically knocking Belle over as she rushed for her purse.

"Sorry, ladies,” the pirate crooned as he swaggered towards them. “I only accept doubloons.”

Well, fuck. He has an accent, too?! Emma thought, while silently freaking out. Damn, and it actually sounds authentic. It can’t be real, though. Right?

Stopping in front of their group, he cocked one hip to the side and tucked his thumb into his belt, perusing each of them with a sultry glance and briefly pausing when his eyes landed on her before addressing them all once more. “Besides... the only one allowed to touch the Captain this evening is the birthday girl. Perhaps one of you would be good enough to point her out to me?"

A half dozen pointer fingers immediately gave her up and Emma’s mouth went completely dry when a wide, feral grin spread across the pirate captain’s face. Seductively, he scraped his teeth across his bottom lip, then brought his thumb up to brush against the now reddened flesh. His eyes raked over her as she sat stock still in her red bikini and one of his brows raised cockily up his forehead. When he finally spoke again, Emma would swear his voice dropped an octave as he quipped, "I was hoping it’d be you."

Cat calls and whoops of both laughter and encouragement rang out from her friends, forcing Emma from her seat in the hopes of making an escape to the house. Where she could hide. Or wait for the ground to swallow her whole. She wasn’t picky.

With swift reflexes, he moved to block her path, his persona breaking for a brief moment as he gave her a commiserating look. It was quickly schooled and replaced by his Captain facade as he tutted, “Now, now, love. Heed your Captain.” Gently he led her back to her chair, encouraging her to sit before he propped a booted foot up on the end of the diving board. “Don’t make me force you to walk the plank. Just sit right there and take your lap dance like a good girl.”

He winked at her, causing another round of shouts and whistles and ‘atta girls’ to be yelled from her friends. Looking over her shoulder, Emma made eye contact with Ruby and mouthed, “I hate you,” but the effect was lost when the hysterical laugh she’d been holding back finally made its way to the surface.

“You love me,” Ruby mouthed back, blowing her a kiss before bringing up a music file from her phone to play over the speakers. Presumably, the pirate stripper had sent her his music when she booked him.

Which turned out to be the theme from Pirates of the Caribbean. Because, of course it was.

Emma hated to admit it but… the pirate stripper Ruby hired for her birthday was actually pretty good.

Very. Good.

Tantalizing good.

Toned and bronzed and sultry and commanding and wouldn’t-mind-blindly-following-his-Captain’s-orders good.

“Come on, Captain!” Lily shouted as he slipped off his suspenders and began to tug the smoke-like, gossamer thin blouse free from his pants, revealing toned abs and happy trail. “Hoist the mainsail for us!”

Emma thought she’d caught the beginnings of an eye roll before he turned his back to them, his hips gyrating and the muscles of his ass flexing beneath the tight leather.

A piercing whistle erupted next to Emma’s drumdrum. Tink practically had her fingers halfway down her throat to make the obnoxious sound. “Show us your pirate booty!” she drunkenly yelled before an unseemly snort escaped her from the self-satisfied laugh she let out.

“Forget the booty!” Lily called out salaciously. “Show us your jewels!”

“Guys!” Emma admonished, halfway turning in her seat to face her unruly friends. “Enough! Let the poor man do his thing.”

“I’d like to do his thing,” Lily shot back, vulgarly licking her lips then catching Emma’s hardened glare and silent reprimand to behave. “Spoil sport,” Lily huffed, poutily taking another large gulp from her solo cup, her eyes cutting back to the Captain who was being cheered on by the rest of the group.

“Sorry, Ems,” Tink offered with a sincere expression of contrition before being jolted to the side by Ruby who had refilled her drink and was now joining their little mob.

“Oh, come on, Emma,” Ruby said with a wolfish grin. “Tell me you wouldn’t happily walk that plank.” Jutting her chin towards the night’s entertainment she’d provided, she gave a whistle of her own, pointed down to Emma, then shouted. “Let her shiver your timber, Captain!”

Emma turned back around and her jaw dropped. Apparently, he’d been rather busy while her back was turned. He’d removed his great coat and vest early on in the performance, but now, gone were the blouse, boots, and leather pants, leaving him in nothing more than a tight, barely-there, black Speedo.

She couldn’t help but focus on the bulge he was currently thrusting in their direction, his generous size evident from the way the material strained around it. His hips swiveled and her eyes traveled up the happy trail of hair at his navel, the twitch and flex of his abdominal muscle mesmerizing her. As did the broad planes of his chest, dusted with the same luscious hair her fingers itched to run themselves through. Her final destination was his face and her breath caught at the way he stared at her, his attention solely focused on her gaze with his own hungry, predatory, wouldn’t-mind-making-a-meal-out-of-her intent reflected in his dark, ocean blue depths.

With a dirty grind in his hips, he swaggered towards them until he was right in front of her. Without warning, he threw himself forward, bracing himself against the edge of the table behind her. Arms caging her in as he hovered over her in an impressively held plank position. Emma had to grip the ends of the armrest to force her hands to remain on their best behavior, her bottom lip firmly tucked between her teeth, trapping a moan inside her mouth as his body rolled over the top of her, his breath - soft, sensual pants exhaling from his chest - ghosting across her face as his kohl-rimmed eyes stayed locked onto hers.

“Go on, Emma!” One of her friends encouraged dirtily. “Make his Roger Jolly!

“Show him where to drop his anchor, Ems!”

Another half-amused, half-exasperated look flitted across his face before he could stop it. He probably got comments like that a lot, had probably heard every bad pirate pun there was. The way he continued to stare down at her, though, his body grinding a hair's-breadth away from hers and occasionally making contact when his leg couldn’t help but brush against her own, made Emma think he might not mind them so much when they were applied to her.

Of course, that had to be wistful thinking on her part. Given how gorgeous and hot and limber and intense and - did she say hot already? - he was, Emma was certain he got his fair share of propositions from equally hot and horny women.

Emma practically whimpered when he rolled his body away from hers, instantly missing the close contact and feeling more flushed and keyed up than she’d expected to get. Bringing her hand up, she made an attempt to fan herself, but was thwarted when his hand caught hers. Tugging lightly, he encouraged her to her feet then wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her hips flush with his as he continued to roll, swivel, and grind against her body.

“Let the pillaging and plundering begin!” Ruby shouted.

A toe-curling chuckle rumbled through his chest and he brought his mouth tauntingly close to her ear, murmuring, “Your friends are quite the lively bunch.”

Yep. The accent was real. Fuck. Me.

“Yeah,” Emma replied a bit breathlessly, her body now moving in time with his as they finished out the track as though they were at some risque nightclub and not her best friend's backyard. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize, love,” he told her, dropping his arms and taking a step back.

Emma hadn’t even realized the song had ended, but her friends absolutely losing their shit with screams and whistles and applause probably should have clued her in.

“What say you, ladies?” he called out to the group. “Has your Captain delivered to your satisfaction, or is he to walk the plank?”

Once again, he propped his foot on the diving board and her friends - as eager to have him dripping wet as she was - immediately began chanting, “Walk the plank! Walk the plank! Walk the plank!”

Shooting them a wide grin, he hopped up onto the board but paused when Ruby called out. “Here, Emma! In case he needs some encouragement!”

She tossed a plastic, toy sword at her which Emma miraculously caught. Glancing up at the man, something swooped deep in her belly at the raised brow and smirk he was giving her.

“Do you even know how to use that thing, love?” he said in a teasing and mocking tone.

“Yeah,” she said, stepping up behind him on the board and pressing the plastic tip into his side. “The pointy end goes in the other guy.”

She poked at him with it again, urging him towards the end of the board, or… plank, and absolutely did not find his ticklish response at all endearing.

“What’s the matter, Captain?” she replied in a coy and coquettish tone. “Don’t like being jabbed with my sword?”

The Captain scoffed and turned to face her. “You call that a jab?” he shot back, and Emma gasped as he yanked the sword from her grasp, then used his quick reflexes to pull her into him before she even had a chance to realize what he was doing. He had her arms pinned to her sides with his tightly wrapped around her, the heavy bulge in the front of his Speedo pressed firmly against her belly as a smolder bloomed from his expression and deep crooning tone professed, “Trust me, love. When I jab you with my sword… you’ll feel it.”

Emma gasped as he threw them both off the diving board into the pool. Panic gripped her when she hit the water and began to sink. Years of bouncing around foster care meant she’d never learned to swim properly, so, on instinct, when she resurfaced, she clung to the Captain, wrapping her arms and legs around his body to stay afloat.

“Sorry, love,” he chuckled. “I thought we could both do with some cooling off.” Seeing her expression, which she hadn’t been able to calm yet, he held her a bit tighter and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah,” she stammered, reluctantly pulling one of her hands off him so she could wipe the water from her face. “I, um… I just… I don’t do well with, um…”

“Bloody hell,” he cursed at himself. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry, love. Here.” He started to swim them over to the ladder. “I’ve got you. Just grab onto the rails.”

Emma did as he instructed, extricating herself from him so she could put her feet on the solid rungs of the ladder. He grabbed onto the edge of the pool and with little effort, hoisted himself out of the water, getting to his feet in time to come around and offer her a hand up the ladder.

“Emma!” Her friends exclaimed, rushing towards them. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured them, waving off their concern with her free hand, the other still tucked in his grasp. “Really. I’m fine.”

Ruby draped a towel over her shoulders then offered one to the dripping wet man next to her. Emma would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little disappointed when he let go of her hand and began drying off. She would have enjoyed watching the beads and streams of water sluice down his trim and toned body.

“Thank you, Miss Lucas,” he replied, stepping back from the gaggle of girls that had joined them. Emma could tell it was a prudent and deliberate move on his part, giving himself a personal bubble of space in case any of them decided to take the opportunity to get handsy. Sheepishly, he glanced back at Emma and offered once more, “My sincerest apologies. I shouldn’t have--”

“My fault entirely,” Ruby chimed in, turning apologetic eyes towards Emma. “I should have given Killian a heads up about you and the pool.”

“Killian?” Emma said, her eyes snapping back to the man who now had the towel wrapped around his waist.

Pity.

“Killian Jones,” he said, introducing himself as he bowed his head and offered her a boyish smile. “At your service, Miss…”

“Swan,” Emma reciprocated. “Emma Swan. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, trust me, love,” he crooned, steeping a bit closer into her personal space. “The pleasure is all mine.”

A symphony of sighs and squeals crescendoed around them and Emma’s cheeks heated at the knowledge that her friends were still hovering.

“Alright,” Ruby shouted, getting everyone’s attention. “This alcohol isn’t gonna drink itself. Who wants a refill?”

Emma shot her friend a grateful look as she led the mob back towards the tiki bar, giving her an opportunity to speak with Killian privately before he had to pack up and be on his way.

“Do you, uh… need some help collecting your things?” she asked him, tucking a wet, tangled strand of hair behind her ear.

“I can manage,” he told her, though he made no effort to do so. “You know,” he murmured softly, closing what little space remained between them. “I can help you with your… water issue, if you’d like.”

“My water issue?” Emma replied in an amused breath. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

An abashed huff fell from his lips and he reached up to awkwardly scratch behind his ear. “No, I meant… You seem a bit uncertain and slightly nervous regarding--”

“Yeah,” she said, offering him a lifeline. “I’m not the greatest swimmer. Never really learned how to--”

“I can help with that,” he said, cutting her off in an enthusiastic rush. “I mean… If you’d like me to. I’m a certified lifeguard and just got a full time position with the city to oversee the safety of the beaches.”

“Do you make this offer to every birthday girl you perform for?” she asked, a slightly accusatory tone underpinning her words, wondering if this were some sort of line he often used to get women.

“No, actually,” he said fervently, and without any hint of offense. “I’d given up stripping quite a while ago. I only agreed to do it because Ruby’s boyfriend, Graham, is a mate of mine from back in the day.”

“So…” Emma drawled, flicking her eyes up at him through her lashes, “you’re saying, this was a one time thing?”

“Aye, love,” he murmured, the two of them swaying a bit closer to one another. “After tonight, I’m hanging up my great coat and leather pants for good.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” she said, her eyes dropping to focus on the way his tongue ran over his lips. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that get-up again sometime.”

“Perhaps,” he rasped, his lips tantalizing close to hers. “I could be persuaded to give you a private showing sometime, provided it follows a private swimming lesson.”

“How’s Monday sound?”

“Bloody perfect,” he exhaled before crashing his mouth to hers.

If they hadn’t already, Ruby’s neighbors were gonna call the cops with a serious complaint about the explosion of noise currently erupting from her friends.

The End.

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Five Times Jax and Pomni Share Dreams of Their Past Lives (And One Time Where They Remember)

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Hi! The last chapter of the first fic! We actually made it! I just wanted to go a huge thank you for all those who have supported me! Whether it was on AO3, twitter, tiktok, tumblr or discord. You guys have been amazing! I still can't get over the fact that my fic has over 10k hits you guys are insane and I love it! I have some other stuff that I need to work on after this (a fnaf one-shot, a funnybunny royal au for my mutual artie on twitter and discord, and a funnybunny pirate au as well) but that doesn't mean I won't be working on the sequel at the same time.

Also, I forgot to include this last week and I'm so ashamed of myself, but please go check out this art of my fic that was drawn on tumblr, it's amazing!: https://www.tumblr.com/pomni-stare/734273534847860736/more

This my pal berry also drew a reference to my fic with her art here as well: https://twitter.com/CheyennePlayz/status/1725864159139738099

Once again, thank you so much!

And now, the final chapter...

Pomni woke in a cold sweat.

That was…it couldn’t be, could it? It was her at the end of that dream! Right after Penny put on the headset! When she first got here! But how could that be?! These dreams weren’t real! They were just, well, dreams! Just made-up figments of her imagination! But then again, no one else had them here, just her. So why did she have them? What made her so special?

Penny…why did that name feel so strikingly familiar to her? Why did it feel like she walked the steps that she walked? That she spoke the words that she spoke? Every single movement and decision that Penny Reed had made, why did it feel like Pomni had done it all before? And Penny’s mother and sister, she felt as though as though she truly knew them. That she could list off everything they loved, from the music the liked, to the foods that disgusted them, all the little things that made them into the people they were. It felt as though if she reached down hard enough, she could remember every piece of information about them. But why?

And then there was Jack, the one that invaded her mind, body and soul each time he appeared, when he spoke, laughed, cried, joked and breathed. Every time she saw him was like dancing an old waltz, the steps might be fumbled and clumsy from the lack of practice, but the heart and joy of it was still there.

Especially when she was with Jax…

There was so much déjà vu with him, it kept her in within its strong grasp. Even when Jax was only a thought in her head, it was as if she were replaying the old song and dance of Jack and Penny with him.

But why?!

Winter

Riley

Amber

Jack….

Her head began to pound, she immediately grabbed it as it throbbed painfully. What was going on?! Suddenly, the warm face of a girl with dark hair appeared behind her squeezed shut eyes.

“So,” Winter turned in the passenger seat to face Penny in the back, “Sorry that it was under these events how you met Jack, hopefully you were okay with him.”

“I’m not,” said Riley, focused on the road.

“Just keep driving mama bear,” Winter rolled her eyes before turning to Penny again.

Pomni gasped. Winter…she knew her. She knew so much about her. She met two months after meeting Riley, trying to sneakily ask for tips on how to ask the other girl out. Carrot cake, her favourite food was carrot cake. She loved it so much that she had it every year on her birthday and baked it whenever she could. “Oh god,” Pomni exhaled, she knew Winter. Not just from the dreams, but really knew her! She was her friend!

Her head throbbed again, a red headed girl about 4 years older than her appearing, replacing Winter.

“Penny! Oh thank God!” Riley rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around her younger sister and pressed a kiss at the side of her head, “You gave me a heart attack going into that house, and then hearing that you fainted?! Don’t ever do that again!”

She grabbed at her pyjama bottoms. Riley Reed, one of the strongest people she knew. A protector who forgets to protect herself, always putting her mother and little sister first. Had saved said younger sister many times and seen the wounded parts of her that weren’t visible to the everyday eye. There was a secret that she kept, that she never told anyone, not even to her mother. It was always for Riley’s little sister’s ears only. If she ever had a son, she would same him Percy after her youngest sibling. No one knew that, that secret was locked tight in a vault. “Why do I know this?” Pomni asked herself.

White pain flashed in her mind again. It hurt, it hurt so much. But it numbed the moment an older woman took Riley’s place.

“He really is, and you will be too my little costuming star!” Amber nuzzled her daughter’s nose with her nose, laughing at Penny’s groans.

“Mom!” Penny buried her head into Amber’s shoulder, “Stop!” She didn’t mean it and Amber knew that.

“I can’t help it if my daughter is amazingly talented,” Amber grinned, loosening up a bit as she peered down to look at Penny’s face.

Amber, mother of two girls. Divorced from her awful husband. She enjoyed cooking, spending time with her girls, always offered a shoulder to cry on. For Penny to cry on…no matter where she was she knew that her mother was her safe place. The soft feeling of familiar soothing fingers running through her hair made Pomni grasp at her chest with a pained cry, she knew who those memorable hands belonged to. “Mom,” she whispered.

There was another flash. Pomni grit her teeth, trying to ease the pain. It disappeared the moment a handsome young man stepped forward in her mind’s eye, taking a pair of small hands into his one large ones. She knew those hands…

“I would tell her that I’m not a perfect person, but I am someone who’s always trying. You’ve taken over my mind and have stolen my heart, but I can’t find it in myself to care as long as it’s in your hands.” Jack took her hands in his at those words, “I just hope that she feels the same way.”

She did…no, she does. She loved Jack! She loved him so much. The idea of being with him lifted her higher than the sun and moon themselves! She loved him! She loved him because he…he…he. Jack was here.

Her mind throbbed again, it felt as though it was twisting, moulding, transforming. Not into something new, but into something that she never knew she lost.

“I know,” he nodded, bringing her in closer, “I’m always good whenever you’re here.”

She sighed, pressing her forehead against his, “Okay, just tell me if there’s anything going on if there is.”

.

 Penny laughed wetly, cupping both Jack’s cheeks tenderly in her hands, “I don’t deserve you.”

“No,” Jack disagreed, turning his head and kissed the palm of her hand. “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

Penny let another tear fall as she brought Jack in for another kiss. The two relished the moment they had together.

.

“You’re so beautiful,” he knew what he said, and he wasn’t going to take it back, not when she peered up at him through her long lashes with a gasp.

“Y-you’re ridiculous,” she uttered, handing him her jacket.

“Hey, just telling the truth here,” he replied as he went to hang up her jacket on the wall, “Besides, someone’s gotta point out how pretty you are.”

.

Penny was about to go inside when she decided to do one more thing while she still had the courage, after all, the night was still young. “Jack, wait!”

He lifted his head at the call of his name, “What? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s just, um, you f-forgot something,” Penny stammered, working herself up as much as she could, “You forgot this.”

She planted a kiss on his cheek, pulling away quickly.

.

He held his hand out to her.

Penny took it in her own and shook it, “I’m Penny.”

The throbbing finally passed, Pomni let her hands drop to her sides as waves and waves of anything and everything came rushing back to her.

Penny…Penny…Penny. “…My name is Penny Reed,” she was still for a moment before she jumped up and stood on her bed as she let out a thrilled holler. She had a name! “My name is Penny Reed!”

She clasped her hands over her mouth, praying that no one heard her. It was a silent as a mouse, thank goodness. She plopped herself back down, letting tears of relief flood down her cheeks. Her name was Penny Reed, she had an amazing mother and a great big sister. She wanted to be a costume designer and create amazing garments for the whole world to see. She found a friend in her sister’s wife who became a rock for her. But most importantly, she was in love with an incredible man named Jack Bloom.

That was why she put the headset on! That was how she ended up here! Jack had to be here, if the cases that Riley described was like how she got here and how he went missing, then Jack had to be here too.

But who was he? Oh god, what if he already abstracted and she was too late?! No, he’s close, I can feel it. She felt him, she felt him here. He’s close. In fact, he felt closer the more she thought about her. Could he…no.

“Can’t make any promises little lady,” Jack smirked.

…

Jax sighed, “You’re welcome little lady.”

Pomni’s eyes widened.

“Keep the chivalry to yourself sir,” Penny placed a hand on her hip.

“Can’t help it, I’m dreamy,” Jack was unable to keep the grin off his face at her pout. His face softened, holding out his arm, “Shall we?”

Penny raised a brow at him, grinning. “Mr Jack how thoughtful of you.”

…

“Just until you’re more aware of your surroundings,” Jax told her, “After all, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Ah, right,” Pomni gave him a joking grin, “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to that.”

“See, now you’re getting it,” Jack agreed, returning her grin.

No way. It couldn’t be, they were both so different. But the similarities, they wouldn’t stop adding up.

Penny sank to the floor as she watched Jack shove David away.

There was nothing but fury in Jack’s eyes, “If you ever put your hands on her again, I’ll make sure you lose them!”

…

One moment Jax was at the side like everyone else, watching the whole thing go down. Next, he was in front of Pomni, staring at Caine as the AI tilted his head at Jax’s new and sudden behaviour.

Was he really…Jax was really…

“Oh Penny” Jack sighed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she all but collapsed into him, wailing as he soothingly stroked her back. “He’s never coming back here again, I’ll make sure of it. Shh, it’s okay, I got you.”

…

“Well, I have a proposition for you,” Jax said, she perked up, “Until you feel like you understand this place a little more, I’ll be there to make you don’t have one of your episodes. Whether you’re spiralling or hyper focusing, I’ll be here to ground you in case that happens.”    

“Jax…Jack,” she let out a gasp. He was – Jax was – he was right beside her all along and she didn’t even know! “Jack!”

She jumped off her bed and ran to her door, opening it as quick as she could as she made a beeline to Jax’s room in front of her. She swung the door open, a grin widening on her face, hoping to see a purple rabbit tangled in sheets. But he was gone, nothing but an empty made up bed with no sign of a body being in there whatsoever.

She closed the door, he wasn’t here. He couldn’t have gone far. She had to find him, she will find him. Now that she had a grasp on her life and her love again, she wouldn’t let go any time soon.

She ran down the hallway.

Jax-Jack-Jax-Jack-Jax-Jack-Jax-Jack-Jax-Jack

The lines began to blur together, the puzzles slipping back into place. Jax was Jack! She had to complete her forgotten mission. She had to get Jack!

.

.

.

“Penny!” Jax screamed as he awoke, the image of the girl trying to painfully claw off the headset still fresh in his mind. But then, it led to Pomni arriving in the circus. What did that have to do with Pomni being here? Could she…no its just a dream! They’ve all been dreams Jax! There’s no way that I’m allowed to be that lucky. Someone like him didn’t deserve people like Pomni or Penny. Two kind-hearted individuals who tore his heart out the minute it looked like their spirits were broken.  How could Jack do that?! Penny was amazing, kind, beautiful! How could he let her go like that?!

Jax gripped the fabric of his shirt where his heart was, who was he kidding, he sounded like a damned hypocrite. Pomni nearly drowned because of him, he would want to stay away from him too. All he did was get her hurt when he was supposed to protect her. He was just as much of a fool as Jack was…

…Actually, now that he thought about it, he had been here as long as Jack was missing in his dream. Time had its own rules here, but Jax would be damned if he didn’t try to keep track of how long he was here, scratching a line on the wall behind his wardrobe to show each night he spent here. Jack had been gone for 6 months, he was here for 6 months – 9 if you counted the three months since Pomni arrived. It was too much of a coincidence for him to not to notice it.

No, don’t! Thinking of this type of stuff never did Queenie any favours! Just stop Jax! But he couldn’t, his mind just kept rushing and rushing, but it didn’t hurt, more like the waves of an ocean gently guiding him to where he needed to be.

“Hey, are you free on Halloween?”

Jax froze. That voice, he knew that voice. He turned, spotting a dark-haired woman on a bed that wasn’t there before.

Winter.

“Depends,” his mouth moved on its own, saying words against his mind’s control. Was he even trying to control it in the first place? “Why, what type of genius plan have you concocted this time?”

“Well, Riley and I are going to the Halloween festival that day and she’s bringing her sister,” said Winter, smiling coyly. “Maybe you should meet up with us and get a chance to meet her.”

“Meeting mini-Riley?” He raised an eyebrow at the woman. Why did this conversation feel so familiar? He never met Winter in his life!...Right? “If she’s related to Riley she might have ‘I’ll punch you in the face tendencies’ so I’m not so sure yet.”

“Trust me,” Winter grinned, “This girl is the total opposite from Riley, her personality is a complete 180.” She stood up and walked over to him.

He crossed his arms, an action that felt repeated in so many ways, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing…” she drawled, “I just think it would be idea to meet this girl, she’s pretty cute.”

“Mmhmm,” he wasn’t convinced in the slightest, “Spill the truth Winter.”

She sighed, he could see right through her and she knew it. “Look, Penny is a sweet girl who’s gone through a lot like you have and she’s struggling to find someone to relate with. And yeah both she and Riley have gone through shit, but Penny is really sensitive and there was some other stuff that happened that’s left her shaken up. I’m not forcing you to be friends with her, but I know that you’ve been looking to relate to someone as well. I think Penny is that someone.”

He fidgeted with his hands for a moment, “I’m getting better you know. I’ve been talking to people in my classes and Andrea has been a great help as well.”

“I know and you’re doing great!” Winter reassured him, “This is just something to think about. If you’re free, the offer’s there.”

Jax paused, as though he were thinking about it. Why was this happening, why was he talking to Winter as though he did this before? Why did it feel like he knew Winter for a lifetime? Why was he begging himself to say yes next? Winter was supposed to be a dream, Penny was supposed to be a dream, all of this was supposed to be a dream!

“You know what, sure, what not. But if she pulls a Riley and sucker punches me in the face I’m blaming you,” He pointed at her.

Winter laughed, shaking her head. “Penny would never do that. And Riley thinks you’re cool! She won’t be getting pissed at you anytime soon.”

Jax gave her an uneasy nod, “Uh huh, if that’s what you say. I’ll check my schedule and see if I’m free. Don’t make me regret this.”

“Oh please, have I ever been wrong?” Winter scoffed.

“Should I list it off right now?” Jax chortled as she punched him in the shoulder.

The second Winter made contact with him, she vanished, leaving the rabbit stunned. That moment, it happened before, didn’t it? This wasn’t some hallucination, this…this was a memory. His mind flashed, he gripped his head as it pounded with agony.

“Hey cariño, how are you doing?”

Another voice snapped him out of it as he whipped round to face a short older woman with darks curls. Her eyes remined him of Winter.

“I…I’m fine,” He sniffed, “I’m really sorry for snapping Laura.”

“Est á bien, come here,” she stepped closer, wanting to comfort him but gave him some space in case he didn’t want to be touched. “I know you’ve been through a lot, and though I’m not happy with some of the ‘colourful language��� you used, you’re a part of our family now and we’re never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.”

Jax wiped his eyes, how could someone be so forgiving? If only she knew what type of things he did here, “I don’t deserve this Laura.”

Laura tsked at him, “Everyone deserves a chance to be happy. You, you’re just a kid who went through hell and back, you deserve one more than anyone. It’s gonna be okay.”

She opened his arms for him. Jax leapt forward, desperate for the hug she was offering. But just like Winter before, she vanished before he could get the chance.

Laura, Winter, Riley he knew these people, didn’t he? These…these weren’t dreams.

“Okay, I need a little help here. What do you think? Indoor wedding or outdoor wedding?”

That…that was…how…

He turned, only to see Pomni sitting on the bed this time, with a laptop on her knees. The stage disappeared, the rooms of an apartment bedroom replacing them, with only the jester and the rabbit looking the same as before.

“I…I don’t mind, I want this to be your dream wedding sweetie,” he said, moving to sit beside her, “Whatever your heart desires.”

Pomni blushed, gripping the laptop tighter. “Stop being charming and help! This is your wedding too, where do you want it?”

“My dream wedding is your dream wedding,” he replied suavely with a shit-eating grin.

She groaned at his teasing, closing the laptop and flung it onto the plush mattress and she flopped her back onto the bed. “I’m serious,” Pomni told him, “I need to know cause if we want it outside we need to figure out a good date so that it doesn’t rain. But if we want it inside should we rent out a hotel or get married in the church? If your family even religious? And don’t even get me started on the menu with all the dietary requirements and the types of food everyone wants. And my dress – oh god my dress I totally forgot-”

She was cut off by her own squeal when Jax’s hand shot out and tickled her belly, making her curl up and giggle. “Okay, okay, let’s keep calm,” he said, soothingly as he retreated his hand, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you more stress.”

“No, it’s me,” she sighed as she hugged her knees to her chest. “I panic about everything, it’s no surprise I’m panicking over our wedding. Pathetic, huh?”

“Hey,” he gathered her in his arms and carried her over to the headboard of the bed, sitting them both down as he cradled her in his arms. “You are not pathetic, and I should’ve been more sympathetic. I know you want this to be the ‘perfect wedding’, but I don’t want you to overwork yourself.” Jax kissed his forehead, “The only reason why I suggested that you choose was because you’ve been so caught up on making sure this wedding was perfect for everyone else, you forgot to ask yourself what you wanted. I’ll help you with planning, but for now, would you rather get married inside of outside?”

Pomni smiled sweetly at him, placing an appreciative kiss on his cheek before humming in thought. “Outside, during summer. But then have dinner and the reception inside.”

“There you go,” Jax gave her a squeeze, making her laugh as she snuggled into his arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the menu and all the other stuff that’s giving you grief.”

“Except for the dress,” she informed him, “I wanna handle my dress, no surprises for you mister!”

“Oh no!” he whined sarcastically, making his fiancé laugh harder. “How will I cope with not seeing the beautiful dress my future wife will wear!”

“You’ll survive,” she tapped his nose.

He took her hand, placing a kiss on the inside of her palm.

“I love you Penny,” he whispered.

“I love you too Jack,” she hushed back.

There was no longer a jester and rabbit in that room, replacing them was a young couple with rings on their fingers as they gazed into one another’s eyes with so much love.

Jax blinked and he was back on the empty stage.

“He…I…Pomni…Penny,” he inhaled, fisting his shirt. “I’m…Jack.”

The waves became stronger, suddenly everything was rushing back to him. From the fears of his childhood, his friendship with Winter, his newfound family with the Alvarez’s…and Penny. The love of his life. And she was here. She went looking for him and she’s…

“Pomni!” he gasped.

Penny was Pomni! Pomni was Penny!

She found him! He found her! And she…she went looking for him, after everything he did.

Jax let go of his shirt. He had to find her, he had to tell her how sorry he was, that he couldn’t believe she was here, that we would never let her go ever again!

He let his feet lead him, searching and scanning everywhere for the jester. He had to get to her, he had to!

“Jack! Jax!” Pomni continued to search every room. She dodged every gag thrown at her, she didn’t leave a door wasted unless a purple rabbit was inside. She called out his name, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough to not wake anyone. Especially Caine.

…

“Pomni?!” Jax ran up to the first hallway, calling out the jester’s name, begging for an answer. His stomach churned when there wasn’t a response. He wouldn’t stop, he had to keep going until she was found. “Penny!”

…

Pomni ran up to the stage, it was the only place left. Maybe he was behind the curtain, planning some kind of prank for tomorrow. “Jax?!” she shoved the curtain aside, but there was no rabbit in sight, only the wooden floorboards and the looming height of the ceiling above her. So much space yet he still wasn’t here. He couldn’t have abstracted, it might have sounded crazy but she swore she could still feel him here. She can’t give up. “Jack!” She ran off the stage.

…

Jax raced up the stairs to the rooftop, where they had their late-night conversation, she had to be here! He looked everywhere so she had to be! When he arrived however, the only things that greeted him was the twinkling stars in the sky and the vast endless world of the circus grounds. But still no jester inside. Inside, she still had to be inside. And so inside he went.

…

Pomni sprinted back up the stairs and into another hallway, she lost count at this point, but she was determined to keep going. She was going to start checking when the door flung open at the end of the hall, revealing a panting and exasperated Jax. Pomni froze, was it really…?

Jax pushed some of his dishevelled fur back, about to continue searching when his yellow eyes made contact with Pomni’s red and blue. It was her, she was here. She was up to, did she know? There was only one way to find out. “Penny?”

Pomni felt her eyes well up with tears, for the first time, she was crying with joy here. “Jack,” she let out a relieved breath and ran up to him.

Jax let laugh-mixed cry escape from his throat as he ran to Pomni as well. The jester jumped into his arms, with him sliding an arm under to support as she gripped the fur at his neck while he grasped onto her pyjama shirt. Jax pressed kisses all over her face wherever he could reach, Pomni laughed wetly and did the same. He spun her round, nothing but carefree laughter filled the empty hall. Only two lost souls finally finding each other against all the odds thrown at them.

“It was the dreams!” she spoke between kisses, “You were in my dreams! It helped me remember!”

“Me too, I had the dreams too,” he replied, as she pressed two kisses to each of his eyelids, “You were in every one of them Penny.”

The small kisses seized and the two returned to holding each other as tightly as they could. This wasn’t a dream, it would be too cruel for them. Pomni wasn’t sure if she could bear it. “Is this real?” she barely whispered into the rabbit’s ear.

“Yeah, this is real as it can get Pen,” he buried his head into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry Penny. This is all my fault.”

“No,” she cupped his cheeks into her hands, “None of this was your fault, you didn’t know you were gonna get sucked into this.”

“But I left you,” he sniffed. “I left you and said all those awful things and got you trapped here too. I didn’t mean it, any of it! I love you so much Penny! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” she wiped away his tears, “I’ve already forgiven you long before my mind was stolen here. I love you too.”

He rested his forehead against hers, he missed this, he missed her so much.

She missed him too, all those months of him being gone when everyone tried to look for him. Trail after trail yet still coming up empty. It was too much to bear, to scream out a name that wouldn’t answer back. But he was here, he was alive, he remembered her and she remembered him! It was her turn to cry now, letting a few stray tears fall.

Jax immediately noticed her sniffling, stroking her hair and pressing her face into her shoulder as he soothingly rubbed his hand up and down her back. Wordlessly, he carried her back to the bedroom hallways, make his way to his room. His bed was big enough for the two of them.

Once he entered, he noticed that his bed was still made – due to the fact that he decided to sleep on the stage – with a small stuffed plushie of him in the centre of the pillows. He shut the door with his foot, carrying Pomni to the bed as he laid her down. She didn’t want to let go, but he pried her fingers off him and laid down next to her, pulling a comforter over the two of them.

Pomni grabbed the plushie, squeezing it tight before latching herself onto Jax, not wanting to lose his touch for a second. He was the same, holding her as though she would disappear if he let go. “I never thought I’d get a chance like this again,” she mumbled, “When you disappeared I just-”

“Shh,” he pressed a kiss to her hair, “I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. Never again.”

“Jax...Jack,” her mind was still processing everything, “What made you…why did you…what happened?”

He sighed, stroking her hair. She meant what made him react the way he did that day. The day he left and set of this catalyst. He had to tell her, hiding it caused all of this. He gulped and felt her small hand grip his. With the newfound reassurance, he began, “You remember when I told you about my old foster family?” He felt her nod against him, “Well, the day when I went to get the stuff you like from the coffee shop, I ran into my foster brother Luke.” He heard her gasp, she knew about everything Luke did to him when he was a kid, even the bad stuff. “Yeah, the things he said, it made me spiral a bit. I was gonna tell you and go to Andrea about what happened, but I just felt so weak to do that. There so much going in my head, so much fear and anger. I just wanted to handle it on my own so no one else could be affected by it. Heh, guess that didn’t turn out so well.”

He felt her snuggle closer. “It’s just,” Jax continued, “I was doing so well. I was happy, had a good support system, fell in love.” He ran his fingers through her hair, making her hum appreciatively, “I always thought that if something like that happened I could talk to someone about it. I relapsed pretty hard though. And I’m sorry that you were the one who had to pay for it.”

“Jack-” she started.

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Please, let me finish. You have been nothing but the most extraordinary person in my life, you were always prepared to be there for me whenever I was gonna go through something. I’m so sorry I didn’t talk to you about this. I do trust you with talking about this, I’m the problem. You didn’t deserve any of the hurt I placed onto you. I love you so much, and I’m really sorry.”

She brushed the fur on his cheeks with a smile, “Like I said, I forgive you. I know you Jack, I know how hard it’s been for you. But I also know that you’re able to overcome it as well. That’s something Luke has never been able to do. You made a life for yourself, Luke is just an insecure jerk who was jealous that you were able to be happy. If I ever see him again, I’m gonna use that move Riley taught me and use it on him.”

“You don’t mean…” Jax gaped.

Pomni gave him a sly grin, “Oh yeah, that move.”

“Oh you’re vicious, woman,” he chuckled, diving to her neck and pressed a dozen kisses to her collarbones, “I love it!”

“Jax!” she chortled, trying to shove his shoulders away. “You idiot! Get off!”

“I have to shower my little lady with all the love she deserves. I never knew she could be so wicked! I can’t believe I’m rubbing off on you short stack,” he pressed a few more to the sensitive spot behind her ear, earning him a yip from Pomni.

“Jack!” she giggled. She then dove her head to the side of his neck, taking his fur between her teeth and nipped him.

“Ow! Pomni!” he let out a laugh as he retaliated, “Okay, I yield I yield!” He fell back against his pillows as Pomni laid her head on his chest, feeling rather proud of herself. “You do realise your teeth are sharper here, right?”

“Good,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Jeez,” his chest shook as he laughed, “Riley taught you well, huh?”

Her sister…Pomni’s smile faded. It had been so long since she last saw her older sister.

Jax immediately picked up on her downed mood, cupping her cheek and lifting her head to his. “Talk to me,” he said.

“I-,” Pomni sighed, “I miss Riley so much. And my mom too. I can’t imagine what they’re going through right now. I forgot about them. They matter so much to me and I just forgot about them! And now that I remember them, it just makes me miss them so much. All I want is to find a way, any way to reach out to them! To tell them that I’m okay and that I’m trying my best to get back to them! I just wanna go home.”

Jax pulled her closer, running his fingers up and down her back again. “I know, I know. I get it. I miss my family too,” he told her. “I miss Winter and her teasing, I miss Laura and her empathy, I miss Nina and Alex’s craziness. I miss everyone. But we’re gonna get back home. I know we will.”

“But it’s impossible,” Pomni interjected, “The exit doors, the void. It all leads nowhere.”

“We remember who we are, don’t we?” he remined her, “That’s a sign that there might be a way to escape this place. Those dreams, we had them for a reason, to remind us of who we are. We’ll find a way.”

“And Caine?” Pomni asked, her voice taking on a more subdued and unsure tone, “What’s gonna happen when he finds out about this.”

Jax froze, recalling that not only had Caine frightened her before with him yelling at her. But he never forgot how Caine had watched her drown, without making a move to help her. He watched Pomni tremble at the thought of the AI, the poor thing was terrified of him. He gripped her tightly and protectively, earning him a surprised squeak from the jester. “Caine isn’t gonna do anything,” he informed her, “If that pair of dentures tries to do anything to you, I will tear him apart. He won’t hurt you while I’m around.”

“He’s a force to be reckoned with Jack,” she said, “The second he catches that something is different he’ll stop at nothing to make sure it’s erased.”

“Then we’ll make sure he doesn’t find out about us,” Jax suggested, “We’ll pretend that nothing’s happened. We’re just two people who don’t know anything about our pasts and are just trying to survive here.”

There was still a bit of doubt lingering at the back of her mind. But Jax’s voice spoke nothing but honesty and safety, she couldn’t help but feel inclined to believe him. “You sure we’re able to do that?”

“Well, you’re going to have to control being head over heels in love with me, but I’m sure we can hide it pretty well,” he was cut off by a pillow whacking him in the face. “No please, not my pretty face!”

“That pretty face of yours won’t save you now bunny boy!” she snickered as she continued to pillow attack. “Besides, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the maze! You picked me up and everything!”

“Only because you cuddled me in your sleep!” he retorted through another laugh, managing to grab her arms and pull her back onto his chest, caging her in his grasp.

Pomni tried to wriggle out and whack him again, but the warmth of his body and softness of his fur lulled her into a state of relaxation. Never mind, she would get him back later. “You’re the worst,” she muttered, “But I don’t mind.”

“Heh, I know…” he paused, taking both her cheeks in his hands again and raised her gaze to his. “Trust me, we’re gonna get out of here. And we’ll see our families again.”

Pomni nodded, a sweet smile gracing her features, “I believe you.”

Jax pressed another kiss to the centre of her face before she relaxed in his hold again.

The two paused, a low tension filled the room as they let their eyes linger on one another for a bit longer than they would like to admit. Slowly, Jax and Pomni came closer and let their lips touch ever so gently. It felt different – they weren’t human lips after all – but it was like all the kisses that they had shared before. Whether it was a chaste peck, a deep kiss when no one was looking, or a promise left on one another’s lips after a night tangled sheets, each one was filled with nothing but the tender and sweet love that they shared for each other.

They pulled away, both of them letting out a breath. Within the silence, they were sure they could hear their hearts racing a million miles per hour. Unable to hold back, the two let out a mirth-filled laugh and as they connected their lips again.

And again, and again, and again.

After a while, they settled back into the mattress, With Jax running his fingers through Pomni’s hair and over her back, making sure that this was real, that he finally had his memories back, that he finally had Penny back. She squeezed him, a silent telling for him that confirmed what he wanted to know. This was real.

“I love you,” Jax whispered into her hair.

“I love you too,” Pomni breathed back to him.

That night everything was perfect. That night the storm had finally cleared. That night, two separated spirits finally found their way back to each other. That night, they would stop at nothing until freedom was granted for them and everyone else here.

That night, Jack and Penny slept in each other’s arms.

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Riley sighed as she drove down the road, taking a breath to steady her nerves. She had just come back from work after another endless and failed search for her sister and Jack. Winter was at her mother’s house with their son, it was her day off and her wife desperately needed a break. It took some convincing and promising, but Winter had eventually agreed to go.

It was a hard time for them both, but after the stress of Jack being added to her pregnancy and the birth of Percy, it hit Winter hard. But it didn’t mean that Riley wasn’t affected too. Seeing her baby sister’s face plastered on a missing poster, a constant reminder that mocked her over the fact that Penny was missing. It made Riley want to scream, cry, punch someone in the face, beg to whatever entity that was out there to return her little sister.

It wasn’t fair, Penny was innocent she didn’t deserve this.

And Jack, oh how she wished she took back everything she said about Jack. Of course she was protective over her sister but hearing Winter’s cry every night over her lost brother, it just made the guilt of saying those things to him sting so much worse.

Riley groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. What she needed was a glass of wine to calm her nerves before tackling anything else.

She was coming up to her and Winter’s house when she stopped the car as quietly as she could beside her neighbour’s house. At her front door was a man, his back was facing her so she couldn’t get a good look at his face. He seemed to be looking through the window on the door, trying to get a look through the patterned glass to see if there was anyone inside. Riley reached for her belt, unhooking some pepper spray that she had on hand. Even before she became an FBI agent, she was always well equipped with it in case anyone tried something.

When the man started to move to the windows on the side of the house did she start to intervene, hopping out the car as quietly as she could and made her way up to him. He was lucky that Winter and Percy weren’t here, otherwise it would have been a lot worse for this intruder. She snuck up behind him as he tried to peer through the windows, not noticing the fuming redhead coming up.

Before he could register the glimpse of her shadow, Riley grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder, sending him to the ground before pressing a foot on his stomach, making sure he didn’t get up. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing loitering around my house?!” she demanded, aiming the pepper spray at him.

The man whimpered, he looked quite young. But Riley didn’t relent, he was still an intruder after all. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he cried, holding his hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t trying to do anything bad! I was just wanting to see if you were in!”

“Oh really?” Riley wasn’t convinced in the slightest, “Normal people don’t try to look in the windows to see if anyone’s in!”

“Wait, wait, wait!” he begged, he was trembling now, “I swear, I didn’t mean any harm! I just need your help! Please!”

Riley slightly lowered the pepper spray. She got a proper look at his face once the guy’s arms were lowered. He looked pretty young, probably starting college but the look in his eyes made him seem more youthful than he should. Guilt twinged at her, he was probably some awkward kid who didn’t know any better. She signed, putting the pepper spray away and taking her foot off, letting the young man gather himself but still kept an eye on him in case he did anything suspicious. He was still a stranger lurking around her house.

“Talk,” she said, keeping her hand on her belt.

The boy gulped, wringing his hands anxiously. “R-right,” he cleared his throat, “You’re Riley Reed right? Your younger sister is Penny Reed?”

She stiffened at her sister’s name, each muscle in her body tightening, “My last name has been all over the news since she disappeared, if it isn’t obvious enough.”

“I k-know,” the boy nodded, noticing the woman’s unease. “My name I-is Samual, Samual Abel.”

She knew that name, back when the very first case came out, “Your Kaleb and Quinn Abel’s kid, aren’t you?”

The boy’s face lit up, “Yes! I mean, yes, that’s me. Look, I know this might be hard to believe but I think I know what happened to your sister.”

Riley froze, as though a bucket of ice had landed on her head. “You…you know what happened to Penny?”

“Well, no, kind of?” Samual told her.

“Excuse me?” she groaned, “You came all this way here to tell me that you might know what happened to Penny, only for you to say that you actually don’t. You better not be wasting my time here.”

“I’m not!” he exclaimed, “I’m not, trust me! Whatever happened to your sister, I know it has something to do with C&A!”

“And why should I believe you?” she crossed her arms. “I’m not here to entertain whatever conspiracy theory you’ve got going on. You can’t dangle the promise of me being able to see my sister again and then say you have no idea what’s going on!”

“Because whatever happened to her happened to my parents!” Samual cried, “I know they wouldn’t just leave me, I know something was going on that day and whatever it is, it’s started taking other people, including your sister! I’ve just been too afraid to investigate because Jason always told me that it’s all in my head, but I don’t think it is anymore.”

Riley paused for a moment. This kid seemed to be genuine with what he was saying. He’d been dealing with this much longer than she had, his parents were the first to go. To have to bear with that type of weight and have everyone turn you away when you wanted to look for them. The way he spoke, as if he knew something was going on. What if this was really the first step to finding Penny?

“I know it sounds crazy,” Samual admitted, “But I need your help. You’re one of the only people that I can think of who can help me with something like this. Please Riley, you’ve gotta trust me with this.”

If this was true, if C&A had something to do with her little sister going missing, if Samual was really speaking the truth, then she couldn’t turn away from this. There was an internal pull, her gut screaming at her to go through with this, to take this chance, that if she chose this then she’ll find Penny and Jack.

Riley sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger before looking back at Samual, “You better know what you’re doing.”

The kid looked like a thousand fireworks went off in his brain, jumping and fist bumping the air in complete and utter joy. “Yes! Thank you!” he cheered, going in for a hug.

“Nuh uh,” she raised a hand to stop him, “No touching.”

“Right, sorry, of course,” he apologised, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, just glad to have someone on my side.”

“Baby steps,” Riley told him, “There’s a long road ahead of us.”

“I know, trust me, you won’t regret this,” he beamed, “We might actually find them.”

Riley hummed, “I hope so kid. I hope so.”

Hang in there, Penny, I’m coming.

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End of Part 1

To Be Continued...

[marquisguyun]

hello! for the wip ask game: 🌈🌪️☔

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🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Shi Guang/Yu Liang Soulmate AU, where soulmates are unable to lie to each other

"You said I was your friend, earlier," Shi Guang realized. "Our bond let you say that?" Yu Liang hesitated. "I... I wasn't lying exactly. I want for us to be friends. I've thought about you so many times over the years. I wanted to beat you. I suppose I actually wanted to beat Master Chu Ying, but now I have a new goal. I want to know what it's like to play against Shi Guang, my soulmate, for real." Shi Guang blinked rapidly several times, apparently thrown by what Yu Liang had said. That was alright. Yu Liang meant it, and he was very good at sticking to his decisions once he made them.

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

For TGCF Gotcha for Congo

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Smut, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Established Relationship, Power Bottom, Riding

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have a whole channel in my private discord of fic ideas that I may or may not ever write! It's nice to have plotbunnies to pull from when I need an idea for an exchange fic or just something to write... But this one is too specific to be used for an exchange request lol and I think I've shared it with at least one person before

extremely messy V-shaped WZL/WQ/JC in CQL... seeing the effects of your lover's (?) actions inflicted on your crush's body. and it isn't even a jealousy/rivalry thing, it has nothing to do with Wen Qing at all. But she's the one who has to treat JC after WZL melts his core (So basically what I was thinking here is WZL/WQ maybe having semi-casual sex in Nightless City and WQ/JC being the canon kind of "crush that isn't going amount to anything because of the situation")

[whatacaitastrophe]

Is It Over Now - Chapter 10

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Right Where You Left Me" - Taylor Swift

Chapter Warnings: mentions of a past suicide attempt

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Chapter 10: Right Where You Left Me

As far as explanations go, the one Gale gave Fallon is pretty solid. Gale is incredibly smart, but he isn’t clairvoyant; as he told Fallon, there is no real way Gale could have predicted that Mystra would offer him an almost impossible ultimatum. Fallon believed Gale when he promised he loved her more than Mystra– a conversation that honestly feels like another lifetime at this point– but more than magic itself? There was no competing with that. Fallon completely understands why Gale made the choice he did, knowing he was at risk to lose his connection to magic. Moreover, Fallon hates the goddess of magic even more than she did previously. 

Still, Fallon finds herself noticing little moments throughout Gale’s story that could have been entirely avoided. Specifically, he wanted to re-forge the crown until after he reached Elysium. “Could the crown have been re-forged before reaching The Outer Plane?” Fallon asks curiously. Granted, her knowledge of The Weave and how magic intrinsically works is not exactly something Fallon could give a lecture on, but Gale could. Despite that, Fallon has a feeling Gale probably could have re-forged The Crown of Karsus before ever setting foot in Elysium; especially since he had no intention of returning the crown to Mystra. All his goddess had asked of Gale was to return the pieces to her. She said nothing about Gale needing to put it back together to receive her favor once more. Fallon would know, she saw Gale’s conversation with the goddess the day she tasked him with returning the crown, through their tadpole connection.

Which means, if Fallon is correct, Gale could have completely avoided Mystra’s ultimatum entirely; and therefore all of the pain and hurt Fallon has been through in the last year could have also been completely avoided. 

“Of course,” Gale confirms. “Combined with the magic I still possessed and the piece of the Karsite Weave within me, desperate to reunite with the crown itself, re-forging it outside of the Outer Plane most certainly would not have killed me.” 

Fallon chews on her bottom lip, considering the information he’d just shared. “So why did you wait? Why give Mystra the opportunity to best you at all?” 

“Fallon, you can’t sit there and tell me if you were given the opportunity to prove your naysayers wrong, directly to their face, that you wouldn’t take the opportunity?” His tone is a little condescending, and his hackles are raised. Fallon questioning his choice after telling her his sob story is clearly not what he expected.

Fallon stares at him in slight disbelief. “So let me make sure I understand this correctly: You found the pieces of The Crown of Karsus, you could have re-forged the crown and become a god without going to the Outer Plane to do so, but you decided to wait until Mystra was watching…just so you could win? And not doing so to her face would have made finding and reforging the crown a loss, despite ultimately getting what you wanted?” Pride. Ambition. All of the things that caused Gale’s original downfall; they were still his greatest motivating factors after all this time. Gale Dekarios had truly learned nothing.

Gale frowns. “You don’t understand–”

“No, I think I understand perfectly. Instead of making this easy for yourself and taking the win and walking away, you put yourself in the position to potentially give Mystra, a goddess who has spurned you multiple times over, the chance at having the upper hand,” She shakes her head. “You could have come home to me…you could have come home and none of this would have happened.” Fallon stands up and walks over to the window of the suite, staring out at the busy streets below.

Gale follows her over to the window, and he takes his hand in hers. “Fallon, please, you must listen to me. When Astarion came to see me– when he told me what happened to you…what you tried to do to yourself…it shattered me. Not only were you in such a state that you felt like your only way out was through death, but that I was the cause…you must know how sorry I am for the role I played in that, and how deeply, deeply sorry I am for causing you such immense pain. If I’d ever thought it was possible to hurt you so thoroughly, I never would have left you behind.” 

Fallon stopped listening the moment Gale confessed that Astarion told him Fallon tried to kill herself. The pieces all begin to fall into place in her mind. Astarion found Gale right before he went to Elysium. By the time Astarion returned to Baldur’s Gate, Gale had already ascended to godhood, bound to Mystra once more. “Is that why Astarion sought you out? To–to tell you what was happening to me? Did he ask you to come home? Don’t fucking lie to me, Gale Dekarios.” 

Gale must realize his mistake the moment the question leaves Fallon’s mouth, and he doesn’t need to answer her because his face says it all. Not only had he just told her Astarion came to see him, but that during that brief visit, the vampire informed him of Fallon’s mental and physical condition, and Gale did nothing.

“Fallon…I was right there.” He tries to explain, tries to justify his actions and choices; to her, of all people.

“And I was right here, and so gods-damned miserable that being dead was more appealing to me than living a life without you in it…and you knew and still, you chose yourself. You chose your pride and your ambition and your goddess, and left me here to fucking rot.” She needs to find Astarion, immediately, and she’s pretty sure he left his sending stone behind before they departed for the ball. Shit, she fucked up. 

“I– I have to go,” She pushes past Gale to find her shoes. “And you need to leave.”

“Fallon–”

“I mean it, Gale– you better not be here when I get back, because if I can convince Astarion to come back with me, I will not be held responsible if he snaps your fucking neck.” She sits down on the couch, hastily trying to buckle her sandals and cursing under her breath.

“So that’s it then…after all we’ve been through…you’re choosing him.”

Fallon stares at Gale in disbelief. “After all we’ve–” Fallon’s laughter is loud and harsh. “You left me Gale! If Astarion had come home even minutes later that day I tried to poison myself, I would have succeeded. Regardless of any feelings I have for Astarion, there’s no coming back from that for you. Even before I found out you fucking knew and chose not to act, there never was. Not as my lover, and until you fucking realize the absolute selfishness of your actions, not as my friend either.”

Fallon doesn’t even look at him as she turns to leave, rushing from the suite as fast as she could manage in a floor length gown. 

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[jadedandconfusedao3]

Chapter 13 - Epilogue

1 year later

“I look like a peacock,” Draco complained for the fiftieth time.

Theo looked over and smiled. He did look a little like a peacock. His suit was bright royal blue. It would have been ridiculous on most people, but the smarmy son of a bitch looked good in almost anything. Pansy was sitting on a chair looking a million dollars in a dress of exactly the same colour. If he didn’t look phenomenal himself, he would have been upset that his best friends were such annoyingly attractive people. Luckily, he looked practically transcendent.

Theo checked himself over once more in the mirror and smirked just for good measure.

“You look fine,” Pansy said, slightly exasperated as she stood and smoothed down her silky dress.

Both men stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

She glanced between the two of them and threw her hands in the air. “Both of you! You both look amazing!”

Draco smiled to himself, but Theo clasped his hand over his brilliant white tux.

“Pansy!” he exclaimed. “You don’t compliment another man in front of the Gride!”

Draco rolled his eyes. Theo had created the word Gride when he had decided that he would be the one walking down the aisle. Gride because he is both groom and bride and because it sounds better than Broom which is what he has been calling Ginny and Harry, his logic being, that they’ve both been married before, so he gets the better title.

Pansy rolled her eyes.

 “You look so much better than Draco that he is practically a homeless bum,” she deadpanned.

Theo smiled and nodded, and Draco shot her a look. Theo pretended not to see as she mouthed, I had to say something, at Draco before standing and pouring herself a glass of champagne.

Draco drawled and leaned on the dresser, “Now, now. Pansy you want to be in top form for our trip down the aisle, don’t you?”

“Exactly,” she agreed as she poured even more into her glass.

Draco rolled his eyes again and turned back to Theo who returned to looking in the mirror. He was wearing a startlingly bright white suit and if he did say so himself, looked phenomenal. The makeup artist had highlighted the bottom corner of his eye and the bridge of his nose in white shadow. He looked almost angelic and couldn’t help but beam at his reflection.

“Are you ready?” Draco asked from where he was leaning.

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That's a wrap! Almost exactly 12 months and 123,980 words later PPPfSUWW has come to an end. I can't say that I was exactly ready for this to end. I love these characters so much but given that this is the longest thing I've ever written I'm just so happy that I managed to complete it.

On another note I'm looking for cheerleaders for my next longfic so if you are interested while I attack the marauders prequel of my fic "All Purebloods Must Die" (link below) please hit me up on discord. Username: sniper_jade.

[owentheworm]

Sanders Sides as Quotes from Me and My Friends Quote Book Discord Server:

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REMUS: I haven't ate ass in 30 seconds

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PATTON: It's so twinkly! ✨️😮✨️

ROMAN: WHAT did you just call me?

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PATTON: Isn't Sister Location the fourth FNAF game?

LOGAN: No. FNAF 4 is called FNAF 4

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PATTON: What's your favorite scent?

REMUS: PUSSY!

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REMUS: Squidward caused 9/11!

JANUS: He did.

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ROMAN: Listen, I'm not a narcissist because I have a praise kink

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LOGAN: You're 15. You have math homework. You are not a bottom.

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PATTON: I had a dream that I was baking and when I went to pick up the cooking spray, I woke up gently holding my arm

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LOGAN: Sometimes I do it, sometimes he does it, sometimes we do it to each other

VIRGIL: Thats... sex

LOGAN: THERE IS CONTEXT!

VIRGIL: The context is sex.

LOGAN: THE CONTEXT IS I WAS TELLING ROMAN ABOUT ME AND PATTON DOING THE SAME VOCAL STIMS.

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JANUS: Have you been to the backrooms?

REMUS: Yes I have.

REMUS: The carpets taste like water :)

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REMUS: I wanna take benadryl and fuck the hat man.

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REMUS: Roman accidentally said "rose queef" instead of rose quartz

JANUS: Sounds like something Roman would do

LOGAN: Why are you saying queef so much that it auto corrects to it?

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LOGAN: Virgil, please turn your music off.

VIRGIL: Why?

LOGAN: It's too loud

VIRGIL: But I'm being the alpha!

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REMUS: I peed one time.

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PATTON: Remus, play Stardew Valley

REMUS: Is there gay sex?

PATTON: Uhhhhhh, ask Logan

LOGAN: No.

PATTON: There's your answer :D

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LOGAN: Last time I checked, a kid wasn't a "foreign power"

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ROMAN: You're insufferable

VIRGIL: I've been called worse

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LOGAN: "'Blank' is not edible" has historically not stopped anybody

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PATTON: I had a redbull once and I thought I was gonna die

VIRGIL: I drank Venom, the energy drink, once and 4 sips in I felt like I had drank liquid cocain

[setsumushou]

Thank you for talking to me even briefly on Fightertown, Kat. I had been looking forward to doing it all year.

I wish I could participate in fandom as I used to. I wish I could follow other Roosmavs on tumblr, I wish I could reblog the gifsets, I wish I could participate in the events. But I don't want to draw negative attention to myself, and I feel bad about reblogging the gifsets because I know I'm missing out on all of it, and it just reminds me of everything I once had and will never have again.

But when Kat actually replied to me on discord, I actually started bawling (I cry a lot), and my sister had to ask me what my problem was. But when you have had nothing...no acknowledgment, no interaction, no anything for an entire year, and you are treated with even a sliver of kindness, you end up with me and how I'm genuinely in tears in the few off-chances I am treated like a normal person.

I'm sorry to be a bother to the wonderful @unrealwasteland (I'm sorry for @-ing you so much today, but you know how much I wanted to openly speak to a friend again). I will always remember how Lily had said that she would miss me back when I had been moaning about leaving the Roosmav fandom last September (I genuinely did not believe my interest in the pairing and in Top Gun would survive past Top Gun Summer at the time). She's not interested in bottom!Bradley, and I really do respect that - Lily, I do want to talk to you about Geralt, a vagina you are actually interested in, one day :') - but I still have no one else who will talk to me.

[overandunderthehill]

Streaming the Life of Winnie Li

When I first came to DLSU (online, that is) one of my block mates had organized a Discord server where we could meet each other, as it was still the height of the pandemic and classes were done online. After introducing ourselves to one another, another girl joined the call. She, I, and one other student were the only girls in the server so I instantly wanted to talk to her. Eventually I got to get to know and work with this girl more when face to face classes started and she has become one of my closest friends in university. 

December 20, 2021 (Winnie on the bottom left and me on the upper left)

Born on September 6, 2003, Winnie Angelica Li came to De La Salle University in 2021. At 20 years old, she is taking a double degree for Communication Arts and Entrepreneurship. Despite taking two courses, her academic life and personal life are well balanced.

Winnie enjoys playing video games such as Minecraft, Sims 4, Fortnite, Valorant, Solasta, and Gerna Undawn. Being in a similar environment, her other hobbies include analyzing the the Valiant e-sports scene.

Among her favorites, Project Zombie and The Sims 4 are her go-to comfort games. As for the ones she plays competitively, Valorant is her favorite. She also hopes that streaming will be in her future and dreams as well.

Outside of her PC, Winnie doesn’t travel much but loves going to the beach once in a while since she used to live in Batangas. She’d love to go to Japan one day with her boyfriend, Neil, as he wants to go and she feels like it has so much cultural experiences that she would find interesting. 

Winnie and Her Boyfriend Neil

I wanted to ask Winnie a different type of question, so I asked her if she ever had a near death experience. She did, in fact, have a specific one and answered right away! 

“I was driving a motorcycle without a helmet and license, with someone as my passenger too, and I crashed into a tricycle. The tricycle had 4 people on it including the driver.” 

That takes guts. 

Then I proceeded to ask whether she had a “Main Character” moment in her life. She thought about it and said that it was probably the time when she and her team won in a Nation Business Convention for their business proposal plan.

To conclude it, I asked whether she felt like she changed from the pandemic or not. Winnie responded saying that the isolation really changed her, as she feel like she became more introverted in a way and lazier since it was just two years of her sitting down and playing games.

Winnie Li is truly one of the best people you can meet both as a friend and a classmates, and I'm glad to have met her and got to know her better. We have gotten close ever since working and seeing each other face to face and I truly hope that she is a friend that I have for life.

[odetodilfs]

Jim Hopper x male reader married headcanons

If you’re an afab guy you can read like 90% of this as I mean male reader in the sense that he uses words like “husband” to refer to you.

--------------------------------------------------------- Here we're working with husband! Jim Hopper, my favorite, imagine any season Hopper you want as this doesn't have a specific season Hop.

CW: public almost sex, I guess a brief mention of internalized homophobia?? and mentions of scent kinks, anal sex/fingering and that's it.

This list is mainly fluff, with some smut.

Also a special thanks to my discord friend, as they helped me to come up with some of these!

He proposed to you after the most luxurious dinner date at Enzo’s, he asked you if you were down for a nightly walk in the forest, after you agreed, you stepped out and knelt down on one knee, before asking you to be his husband, you obviously replied yes.

You both could barely wait to get home, after what seemed like an eternity you finally got home and fucked for hours, alternating between him topping you or him bottoming for you.

For your wedding he quite literally invited the whole of Hawkins, you will never forget his reply when you asked him why: “Darling, this is all so incredible, but why basically the whole town” “Because I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he said, smiling.

On top of you being his, you also agreed to his surname, he also wanted you to have his surname, but he asked you with a lack of confidence that was unusual for him. “Maybe… if you wish…. you could take my surname?” he said, with a shy smile. “Oh my fucking god, yes, Jim, yes”, you smiled “I want to be yours”

The sex didn’t decline or get less common, if anything he seemed even more needy for you, on sex filled nights, after you both collapsed exhausted, he’d constantly try to push his dick back inside you, or he’d try to get his ass back on your dick.

Not that he didn’t do this before your marriage, but after you two were married he would rope you in for a wild, wet kiss right in the middle of the park, him getting off on the fact that everyone could see how fucking in love you both were and how you were his and his only.

Again, in public you would sit on his lap. 

He’d also kiss you so often, literally every 15 minutes you could expect him to kiss you, and for him to call you his beautiful husband, he loved doing that especially since it was hard for him to accept his bisexuality, but now he loved you, and loved the fact he was married to a man.

The night that made both of you cry was when he started sobbing into your chest, telling you how happy you and El made him, how he finally had everything he’d ever wanted, how his wish of having a family and someone to love was there.

He’d hold you as physically close to him as possible and would would whisper things like “I love you so fucking much sweetheart”

The man is secretly a softy, and you couldn’t love that more, he’d tear up a lot as he still isn’t fully used to the amount of love you give him, you loved being able to be his husband, to call yourself that, those 2 magical words “Jim’s husband” always made your day.

As much as he loves eating you out he has the same amount of love for getting eaten out, and you happily satisfy his needs for that, you love tasting his musk on your tongue and you love how he squirms at your tongue in his ass, and occasionally, your fingers rubbing his prostate, and him shooting in your mouth.

Though as much as he loves bottoming, he does top more, but that's fine by you as his dick can make you feel so many things at once

Both of you LOVE scents, while he likes you to wear sweeter scents, such as vanilla or pine cone, he sometimes puts on cologne, but he knows how no scent can do for you other than his musk, be it from his pits, dick, you love his scent, and he knows it, he also loves how your smells mix together during sex.

When you’re sleeping, well “sleeping” according to Jim, he grinds against your ass, only for you to moan as he does this, then he sees you’re awake and the real fun starts.

When in public and he grabs your thigh, crotch, anything that isn’t your hand, you say a quick “Babe!” or “Jim!” while looking at him, he always replies “Huh, can’t touch my husband anymore’” with a teasing little smile, fuck, if it wasn’t so cute you’d scream at him.

As much as he seems very dominant, and trust me, he is, he also has a sub side, letting you cuff him and edge him as well as him doing the same to you, or letting you top him, or teasing him endlessly.

Seems like you’re making this man that used to be grumpy very, very happy…

[thecontumacious]

ahhhhh request is finally open!! hi just wanted to say that I adore the way u write!

so I wanted to request hcs where the luxiem boys overhears their s/o doing a karaoke streams and they sing like a pro? and maybe they join in too?❤️❤️

"You're my favorite song."

a/n: i subconsciously made a mini playlist for each of the boys :D i also just wanna highly recommend the songs i listed so check out the artists when you have time ^-^

quick announcement: finals are next tuesday so i will be incredibly busy for around two weeks. thus, posts will slow down a whole lot more this time around ;-; but! after that, i will be completely free and will def have a lot of time to finish this batch~ i hope you guys don't mind waiting for a bit!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

Hiiragi Kirai - Vita, Bocca della Verita, Bottom

hiiragi's songs are powerful and your voice resonated exactly with that, which of course attracted the demon firsthand

he had never thought you could sing such high energy songs

the more you sang, the more fond and enchanted he was with your voice

we all know how he's very i to confident and bold people, hiiragi's songs are the epitome of those things

so imagine this

vox, who had originally wanted to send you a superchat to show some support for the karaoke stream, is in complete awe and finds himself listening intently to you

in laymen's terms, simping

it's only when you announced a break mid stream that it knocked him back to reality

Vox Akuma just sent $25 through superchat! "goodness darling, your voice is speaking to my soul. take responsibility won't you?"

*you choking on your water* "v-VOX HI"

i mean, you knew that your fellow vtuber friends (boyfriend in this case) would be checking out your karaoke stream but you never figured he'd actually show up and have the audacity to send a superchat too

"h-hi vox," you laugh nervously, instantly shrinking in your seat as you fiddle with your water bottle

the demon chuckles from the other side of the screen, opting for a regular chat this time for your sake

"take the water easy, love."

chat is going wild

then, he had a bright idea

he turns to his discord server and goes to send you a private message:

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : hey, can i ask for permission to join your stream?"

might've been a bad idea since this was a stream mainly about you but he wanted to join in on the fun, with how you're so passionate in the singing

actually no, he wanted to join only bcs he thought you were so talented, it's only natural he'd like to be affected by this wonderful sense of aura ^^

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : yeah yeah! totally cool!! come on over babe, just use the discord server!

he was slightly surprised when you granted him said permission

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous bcs he knows he's no good at singing and needs practice beforehand

think before you act eh?

too late! you're already announcing to the chat that they'll be having an impromptu guest

"vox?"

"hey everyoneee hiiii"

HI MILORDDDDD

"okay, next on my set list should be something you know, vox. you ready?"

all nervousness washes away upon seeing your beautiful smile and he reminds himself that he's in it for the fun

"i got you darling."

the instrumental starts to roll in and he notices how you're more nervous than before

"y/n? are you alright?" he asks sweetly

"n-nervous is all!" you reply

vox chuckles, "nothing to be nervous about, my dear. you're very skilled at this and with the practice you had, i'm very sure you'll do well."

on screen, the demon can see your anxiety faltering and all he sees is your grin

will there ever be another person out there who can make him feel this way simply with a smile like that?

"thanks, vox."

VOX-Y/N SHIP FLOATING POG

when your voice starts to sing the melodies, vox is once again charmed by it

he rly couldn't help it and sometimes, his voice would soften just watching you lose yourself in the song

all this is mine? god, i'm so lucky.

post stream, vox actually makes his way over to your room and instantly just wraps you in his arms, kissing your face affectionately

you giggle when he finally stops, "hi."

"hello, love," he whispers. "you were beautiful today. that's what i wanted to say."

and indeed you were

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

Kanaria - Envy Baby, EYE | Giga - CH4NGE

"GASPPPP GIGAAAA" is his first initial reaction upon hearing the familiar beats but then your voice-

god your voice

sure, you were great at a lot of things but singing?????

"holy shit they're good," he mutters under his breath, genuinely amazed by how you nail ch4nge's lyrics

the thing about ch4nge is that it requires a sort of charm or confidence in executing the lyrics. there's no way to do the song justice if not done with that type of flare

and you know what?

you check all the above requirements

you sing it with high energy and arrogance as perceived by the original producer, so much so mysta thinks this version is better than the original

now that's saying something

he goes into the chat and presses on the superchat function, sending in a couple ten pounds:

Mysta Rias [NIJISANJI EN] sent 50$ through superchat! official ch4nge cover when

bcs mysta's name came up, you couldn't help but redirect your vision towards the screen. however, you weren't finished singing so all you did was grin

then you had the bright idea to up your game and sing ch4nge like you were flirting with him, now knowing your boyfriend was watching

hoo boy

feral mysta go brrrr

and just as you assumed, you did indeed awake something within mysta and although he was simply sitting on his office chair in front of his pc, he feels an unusual adrenaline rush

you sing the final lyrics and mysta instantly goes onto discord, sending you a private message

Mysta Rias [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : YO CAN I JOIN

he half expected you to either ignore him or say no

but there you go

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : FUCK YEAH COME ON THEN IM SINGING KANARIA'S EYE NEXT Mysta Rias [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : AIGHT BET WAIT THERE

like vox, he's aware he's no good at singing but the adrenaline kept him up like he was on a sugar rush

not much stopping to do now so he's on that discord call with you and your chat is welcoming him with big open arms

MYSTAAAAA

IS MYSTA GONNA SING WITH Y/N?????

MYSTA POGGG

"alright, mysta, they have high hopes for you," you giggle, prepping the next instrumental

he merely chuckles, "hi chat!! i honestly don't know what the fuck i'm doing but i'm here now."

"always so impulsive," you comment. "you good?"

"yeah, yeah, let's go"

as the instrumental begins, you start hyping yourself up and this only makes mysta more excited

with his lyrics already pulled up on his screen, you and him duet kanaria's "EYE"

in his head, he knows you're outshining him by quite a lot even without that much effort

but i think it's because of this, mysta's view of you changes a bit

how could he get so lucky?

you were skilled at a lot of things, a talented content creator/entertainer, a successful vtuber within nijisanji and most importantly, you belonged to mysta

and as you tell him every night:

"yours and only yours, babe."

amidst the upbeat music and fast paced chat, mysta only sees you having fun and enjoying the song

and he wants nothing else, from that moment on, than to keep that smile on your face and let no harm come your way

post stream, mysta congratulates you on reaching your milestone and doing so well during the karaoke stream

all before saying with a silly grin on his face, "say, do you think we can do a karaoke stream together again?"

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

wotaku - MAFIA, SHANTI | Kanaria - KING

a reason to fall in love with you tbh

you sounded so badass??????

luca even dare say that you singing mafia was better than how he did it and he was not in the slightest bit complaining

regardless of your lore, you, y/n could fit well into the mafia setting with how you're rapping mafia

he thought you couldn't be any cooler, but he was obviously wrong with how you're nailing all the lyrics (despite being a fast paced song)

luca can only watch in awe, bopping his head and humming the lyrics himself with the brightest and proudest grin that has ever graced his face

when you finish, luca is quick to press the superchat function to further support your amazing success

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN] sent $20 through superchat! POGGGGGGG

upon reading the incoming donation, you blush on stream while giggling shyly

"hey luca," you greet him, waving slightly

on the other side of the screen, luca melts internally

from the aggressive tone you took on to sing mafia and now shrinking to a more shy and flustered soul

how in the world are you so fucking adorable

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : BABE THAT WAS SO POGGG YOU PROBABLY SANG IT BETTER THAN ME

you laugh, shaking your head, "oh come on, luca. your mafia cover was good too!"

humble, are you?

luca smiles

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : honeybun stop being shy and admit that you're good at this

you will not believe how fast the chat is going seeing you interact like this, clippers super busy commemorating this beautiful moment

even your mods are begging you to put slow mode on for the sake of their sanity

"slow mode? okay wait hold on," you chuckle, pressing a few settings as per the request

seeing you have so much fun brings so much joy to luca and there's a small part inside him begging to join you. but he knows that this was your karaoke stream

who was he to intrude this celebratory stream?

hence, why you were the one who gave him the special invite

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : babe, do you wanna maybe join the stream?

luca at first couldn't believe what he was seeing but after rubbing away at his eyes and refreshing his page, your message is most definitely real

that small part i mentioned earlier?

it evolved into something much bigger and now there's no way to stop it

luca has the biggest grin in the world

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : HOLY SHIT YES PLEASE

and he's quick to join the discord call and meet up with you

"HI BABYYYY!!" luca exclaims, wiggling around excitedly

you can only laugh at his adorable enthusiasm, addressing him to the chat, "welcome luca!!"

he wasn't completely there in person, but did it matter when his heart felt so incredibly close to you as of right now?

"what's our next song, y/n?"

"oh! you should know this, luca! but you can pull up the lyrics if need be. tell me when you're ready," you respond, typing up the song's title as the set list and readying the instrumental. "you good luca?"

nodding, he answers, "yep!"

the song begins and so does your singing

luca, who was originally already very excited, becomes even more hyped when his voice is in sync with yours. when you lock eyes with him, his heart speeds up and this prompts him to take his singing to the next level

and boy we know just how lovely of a voice luca has

he just has so much fun with you

he's on a euphoric train, holding your hand tightly to bring you aboard the soul filling feeling

like nearing the station, the song comes to a close end and luca's heart feels slightly hollow

but he looks at you

he's never felt more glad to have you as his

"hey, y/n?"

"yeah, luca?"

"i love you."

LUCA AND Y/N WEDDING WHEN

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

YOASOBI - Running into the Night | Mafumafu - Hunger | Maigo Hanyuu - Clear and Sunny

ike recognizes the song you're singing as maigo hanyuu's mellow clear and sunny

the song, unlike our previous boys, is more downplayed. it's soft but holds a strong meaning nevertheless. it is a song for the tired. it is a song that resonates with ike's gentle heart

but god that song spoke to him in a different language with how you sang it

to ike, it sounded sad but somehow also very comforting. sweet amongst a sea of bitter. it's only when he feels something cold on his arm does he realize he's crying

"oh my god," he whispers, using his sleeve to dry the remaining tears. your singing hadn't ceased either. he sighs, "why are you so beautiful, y/n?"

he doesn't wish to interrupt you so he stays silent and watches you like it was a concert

chat seemed to have had the same opinion as him

ike is still in heavy awe that he doesn't even want to input his opinion in the live chat. to him, he wants to savor every moment you sing your songs, melodizing the lyrics and pouring your every will in them

like it was a prayer almost

once you finish sunny and clear, ike begins to type on his keyboard

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : that was beautiful, y/n.

you pause and blush a bright red, giggling. "hi ike. i'm glad you liked it."

he more than just enjoyed it y/n, dear

he was willing to give you his entire support, as a coworker within nijisanji and as a personal fan of your work

yet there was something about your recent performance that draws ike in, literally pulling him in as though he wanted to be right there next to you

ike guiltily wished he could accompany you sing

as a musical artist himself, to be one with the music is a magical feeling. and duets are a different world in itself. and this was with you...

before long, ike's less professional side is somehow already on his keyboard again and messaging through the chat

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : i suddenly really wanna do a duet with you

the entirety of ike believed that you would just read the message and shrug it off, maybe laugh at it and make empty promises that you'd one day do it

but there you were, pausing mid stream and a message on discord comes through to him

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : are you serious???? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : i mean- i wouldn't mind if u joined with me! Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : really???? it's your stream! are you sure?? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : tbh, i'm super nervous rn so your presence might be super nice...

ike smiles, finding you at this very moment extremely endearing

even after confidently singing one of the most sentimental songs in the vocaloid world with such emotion and soul wrecking tone, here you are, admitting that you're nervous and needing someone to be there just to feel okay again

moreover, he's the one you go to

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : alright if u insist Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : thanks so much, love!!

IKEEEEEE

"hi everyone," ike smiles, moving his body around in greeting towards your chat. "apparently y/n is too nervous and begged me to be here."

"i did not beg," you frown

ike chuckles, "alright fine. you didn't beg."

"alright, alright! here's our next song, ike."

the discord message comes through: "yoasobi - running into the night."

ah this song

ike nods on stream, clearing his throat and warming up his vocal cords. "i'm ready if you are, y/n."

you make the necessary clicks before announcing, "all set! on the count of three and we immediately start singing, ike."

"alright."

"1, 2, 3!"

running into the night sounds very upbeat and fun, but when examined deeper, it is no different than clear and sunny. the lyrics tell a story of the wounded and tired. they don't fail to keep the listener attached.

but for ike, this song sung by you doesn't fail to keep him enchanted.

so enchanted, he loses himself and wishes to just hear you sing and not focus on singing anymore

and by the end, chat rolls aggressively with applaud and questions for ike

"ike, why'd u stop singing mid song?" you ask, frowning

"because someone else was singing and i felt too outshined," he smiles, giggling as you shy away, shrinking in front of the camera. ike laughs, "awe, don't be shy, sweetheart. you did wonderfully."

"th-thanks, ike," you still don't want to face him head on, but he knows that you're genuinely thankful

post stream, ike makes you stay online on discord to give a call.

"yes, ike?"

"do you wanna collab? i have an idea for a song for the two of us."

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

tsumiki - phony | Neru - Becoming Potatoes | wowaka - Unknown Mother-Goose

the first song, phony, requires a lot of energy and finesse, but not so serious so you still seem like you're having fun

even shu thinks that song exhausts his own lungs

so to see you sing phony, not breaking a sweat but still nailing its atmosphere with the biggest smile on your face brings a sort of exciting comfort to the sorcerer

and the fact you're singing one of his favorite vocaloid songs brings him back home

from the other side of the screen, shu watches you continue to have fun on your commemoration of a special milestone on your channel and the more his heart feels so close and comfortable with you

he's the sorcerer, what magic were you casting upon him, huh?

because shu won't be admitting the fact that he feels like he wants to hold you and keep you to himself for the rest of the day

okay maybe he will later, but come on you were busy :<

the final notes of phony finally comes to an end and you heave an exhausted breath, but despite it, it was obvious that you were still happy and full of energy

shu smiles, contagious

Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : that was so good babe good job!

upon seeing his name in the chat, you smile, "hi shu and thank you."

HI SHUUUU

SHU X Y/N POGGG

Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : they have a good taste in music chat, this stream is gonna be super pog

you chuckle at his comment, "admittedly, shu has been introducing majority of the songs i'll be singing today. what an influence."

though that response was but of mere casual saying, shu felt... proud?

"alright, our next song! hint, it's actually a song commissioned for project sekai. the lyrics are... interesting to say the least, but the music is so well produced," you explain, typing on your keyboard to prep the instrumental. "any guesses?"

the chat begins to insert their many guesses, varying in titles

Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : is it potato ni natteiku

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : YEAH IT IS LMAOOO

that song, as you said, had its music very well produced indeed. shu thinks it's super catchy and whenever he listens to it, he can't help but bop his head a bit

Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : man that song is so good and relatable lol Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : do u wanna join in then? let's duet shu!!

shu's fingers drop onto his keyboard, void of any strain as he looks at your message. wasn't this your stream? weren't you the one who reached this milestone?

what had he done to be offered this rare chance?

imagine singing his and your favorite songs, and enjoying them with the chat...

felt like it could be your own world

Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : you don't mind??? i mean i'm cool if you're cool

his heart beats against his ribcage and that wave of feeling at home, nothing in the world could bother him, washes over shu again

it's that temporary moment in his life where everything is going to be alright and that he's rly found what he's been looking for all his life

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN] 🟢 : yeahh!! come on!

seeing you so enthusiastic, there was no way he was going to refuse you so he clicks on the appropriate button and he makes himself known to the chat

HI SHU

UWAHHH SHUUUU

"so, he actually guessed my next song right so for that, he gets to sing with me," you giggle, causing shu to laugh alongside you

"that's because you're too predictable, y/n."

"how can i not be when you're the one teaching me all these songs, huh?" you pout

that's about true, shu thinks as he merely grins

"alright, i got everything set. you ready, shu?"

he takes a deep breath and spares you one glance. you smile at him. that was all he needed to muster up the courage to sing with you, for you and the world you two built together

"all good."

like everything else was

the song begins, the chat sends your respective light sticks and among all the good chaos, you hold out your hand out to shu

the hand he takes and lets you lead away where you're going this time

shu takes the lower note while you take the higher, creating a wonderful mesh of contrasting tones

smiles decorate both your faces, which bring a happier atmosphere to potato ni natteiku and the adrenaline inside shu rushes faster than before

like two hearts beating at once, you and shu sync in together with vibes not far different from one another. you bob your head at the same beats and pause at the same time

cliche as it may sound, the sorcerer has never felt more fitting in this life and truly grateful for what he has

you especially

so when the song ends, shu wants nothing more than to experience it all over again. to feel that rush of adrenaline, but also that comforting sense of home.

but he knows, as he watches you pant from exhaustion, that he will get that chance once more in the future

"you good, y/n?" shu laughs

you nod, taking a sip of your water. "yep! you?"

he smiles. "yeah, amazing."

Masterlist!