#chaos trio and book duo

[uwuinhell]

Saw this and was compelled to draw them as furries instead of it just being onesies...

Oops?

isat family in onesies / kigurumi :3

sif is a fox, mira is a deer, isa is a bear, odile is a crane, and bonnie is a frog!!

[deadghosy]

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BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH AANG:

prompt: being the same age as Aang, mostly the avatar has it perks considering you two are polar opposites

🐚 ྀ࿓it’s dead ass funny seeing two 12 years argue who sheds more, momo or appa. Katara would have to pull you off of Aang before you slap this little Mr clean head ass boy.

🐚 ྀ࿓for shits and giggles, you have definitely got launched in the air. You were begging Aang to just launch you in the air. Because you always dreamed of it since you met this airbender.

🐚 ྀ࿓Aang is pretty much protective of you if you can’t bend. So if you are a non bender, you better believe this boy makes sure you are by his side at all times of the traveling. Even after he finishes the Hundred year war. He’s the avatar, of course there’s still petty ass people after him.

🐚 ྀ࿓now if you weren’t a non bender and had a bending skill of some sort, he is still protective of you. You could be a master at bending, and this dude will still make sure you are behind him in danger. You two are such a powerful duo when bending, now a good trio is you, toph, and Aang at all once.

🐚 ྀ࿓you two are basically platonic soulmates who are always found by each other. Like that one time you went to go shopping at a market, and Aang followed you secretly since it’s his job to protect you at all time. Or that one time you lost Aang in the crowd and he immediately found you by your voice in an instant.

🐚 ྀ࿓”I’m gonna kill that asshole…” “please don’t.” Those words basically describes your friendship with Aang. Literally after Aang got his grow spurt and he was taller than you, you better believe this now wise boy would put you on his shoulder to drag you away from fights.

🐚 ྀ࿓you are the chaos in the peace and he is the peace within the chaos. You two are two peas in a pond, yin & yang. You have your moments where it’s the opposite sometimes. But where’s the fun when you create the problems whilst Aang has to drag you away from causing more problems.

🐚 ྀ࿓smack his head…he dares you. He knows you do it for jokes. But this boy is tired of having red hand marks on his head and feeling the painful burn.. if you did one more time, he is actually putting you in rock time out. You could try to get out. But this airbender is making sure he is having a kick out of this.

🐚 ྀ࿓when training with Aang, he tries to go easy on while you don’t. Of course you care about Aang deeply like he does for you, but you ain’t no pussy. You literally used chi blocking on him cause he hesitated blasting you away with his airbending. At the end you had to smack his head for trying to not blast you. And of course he still didn’t learn his listen as he just dodges.

🐚 ྀ࿓Aang is very affectionate person, everyone knows that. So of course he is holding your hand, waist if you allow it, wrap his arm around your shoulder. He might not be that much of a touchy person, but it feels nice to have the person that’s like his other half by him.

🐚 ྀ࿓cuddles is a must if you or him have a bad day. Yes you once snored while trying to move away from the airbender in your sleep. Aang wasn’t letting that happen at all cause he pulled you to his chest as he falls asleep.

🐚 ྀ࿓random arguments with Aang is also a must as you two argue over the most stupidest things ever. Say for example, your favorite book was gone. So you accused Aang of using it for something actually dumb. Aang got offended as he dramatically gasp and blamed you instead for being so dense for not keeping up with your stuff. And that’s where you would tackle him and start hitting his head. Mostly smacking his bald head cause it’s funny😭

🐚 ྀ࿓this sweetheart of an airbender will teach you about his culture. Now if you are part of one of the nations, you teach him your nation of course. It’s like trading Pokémon cards for more Pokémon cards. He will probably do something so you can wear an airbender outfit, just so people can see you two are best friends for life. Literally.

🐚 ྀ࿓I can see you trying to ignore Aang for something petty, and Aang is not having it as communication is key. He will literally pick you up over his shoulder and put you down so he can talk to you face to face. He’s serious about you, so of course he’s not letting you be this petty.

🐚 ྀ࿓yk how Aang had his hair grown out, yeah you actually liked it grown out like that. It was cute and you told him that in confidence. At first he thought you were lying so you can make fun of it. But when he saw how you kept playing with his hair. He actually was thinking about keep his hair grown out like this. His darkish brown hair was suiting on him. He’d actually fall asleep with his head on you as you play with it.

🐚 ྀ࿓Aang will never forget the moment he almost went avatar state for you. All because you wanted to be reckless and almost died. A fire nation soldier tried to burn you alive, but you were quick to dodge it. While for Aang, he didn’t get a clear view to see if you dodged it or not. So this man’s tattoos glowed scared and worried. Mostly angry if you died as he was about to burn the solider. Kyoshi was telling him to. But that all stopped when you grabbed his shoulder. Aang stops to look at you and hug you tightly, his heart went back to normal sped.

🐚 ྀ࿓to end this off, you guys are practically platonic soulmates who are made to be by each other’s side. Aang agrees and you, you just nod while you stuff your face in food. And Aang eats calmly compared to you. So if you choke on your food, he is smacking the shit out of your back worried if you actually choke on your food.

[nebulousbrainsoup]

Day One

🏔️ SUMMARY: Something has been missing for the past few years Wooyoung has been to the mountain with your family and his. Maybe this year, he'll figure out what it is. 🏔️ PAIRING: brother's best friend!Jung Wooyoung x Kang!reader 🏔️ GENRE: smut, fluff 🏔️ AU/TROPE INFO: brother's best friend, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers 🏔️ WORD COUNT: 6.2k whoops 🏔️ WARNINGS: language, smut, woosansang banter, sansang undertones 🏔️ RATING: mature 🏔️ A/N: Happy holidays from your CoDNet secret santa, @wooyoungqueen! This was so much fun to write, and I really hope you enjoy it!! it got a little away from me lol smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: first time together, light praise kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), wooyoung’s nose, they’re both switches, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but boo), riding

The weeks following Wooyoung’s birthday had been a flurry of activity for nearly as long as he could remember. Whatever energy had been put into planning his celebration was rapidly redirected to coordinating the family’s annual trip to the mountains—an event that seemed to grow with him. It had been going on for as long as he could remember, beginning as a much-needed post-holiday getaway for his household. The first expansion came in middle school, when he met and attached himself to Kang Yeosang—the two families melded together naturally when the Kangs moved in next door, and one cabin rental became two, right next to each other and nestled among the pines at the Jungs’ favorite resort. It had been on one of these early trips that you and Wooyoung had become nearly as attached to each other as he and your older brother had been and, much to Yeosang’s chagrin at the time, their duo became a trio.

Despite Wooyoung and Yeosang having graduated and moved out, they both still found themselves drawn back to that same resort year after year. You, on the other hand, had not been so lucky. Your degree had proven a bit more demanding than either your brother’s or Wooyoung’s and, after your first year, they found themselves sharing deflated smiles as they watched you breeze through your parents’ front door after Christmas dinner. Something within Wooyoung ached each time, and the cabin he now shared with his brothers and yours—the cabins had long since been shuffled from ‘Jung’ and ‘Kang’ to ‘Parents’ and ‘Kids’—never quite felt the same.

He’d never quite figured out why his favorite tradition had begun to taste so bittersweet. Maybe, he decided, it was the monotony finally getting to him. Yeosang liked to call him a child of chaos, reminding him often that his creative slumps usually just meant he needed a change of scenery. He’d discovered every nook and cranny in both of the cabins they rented each year by the time he was 14. He’d been through every freestyle zone and explored every tree trail his board could fit through over the years, and even taught Kyungmin a few tricks. Now that he was of age, he’d been to every bar within walking distance of the slopes, too. The novelty had to have worn off; he’d seen and done it all. He’d give anything to see his safe haven for the first time again.

Maybe, just maybe, seeing it through someone else’s eyes would have the desired effect.

“Sannie, you said you snowboard, right?” He called from the couch, barely glancing up from his phone.

Wooyoung’s roommate blinked at him from the kitchen, leaned against the breakfast bar with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “I have before. I don’t… do it regularly.”

“And you had fun, right?” 

San blinked, confused, and let his cereal settle back into its bowl. “Yeah? What is this about, Wooyoung?”

“Great! You’re coming on the ski trip this year.” 

“Are you paying?” San scoffed half in jest, rolling his eyes heartily before turning his attention back to the book he had pinned to the counter.

“Yes.”

The flat tone of Wooyoung’s voice had him stunned, eyes wide as he slowly looked back up. “Are you serious right now?” When the younger nodded resolutely, no twinkle of mischief in his eyes, San gaped. “You’re not going to come up short on rent for this, are you?”

Wooyoung snorted. “No. It’s a family thing. My older brother can’t go anymore, so we’ve got an empty spot. Wanna come?”

“Absolutely.”

Pulling up to the cabin two months later with San in the passenger seat of his rented

SUV, he was certain he’d found the piece he’d been missing over the past few years. His friend’s excitement was palpable and contagious, the elder’s leg bouncing furiously and his cheeks split into a wide grin as he drank in the scenery. Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh a little as he launched himself from the car the moment it was in park, spinning in the snow-covered driveway to take in the full view.

“Do you really come here every year?” He asked, his voice a little breathless with awe. 

Wooyoung grinned, nodding. “Since I was a kid. We stayed in the cabin next door until I was in high school, but that’s for the real adults now,” he snorted a laugh. “Once Sangie and I hit high school, we were trustworthy enough to watch my little brother, I guess, and it’s been kids and parents since. My older brother usually stays with us too, but he has some work thing, I guess.” San nodded, silent and still staring, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but watch him for a moment with a stupid grin. “C’mon, help me unload before everyone else gets here. Yeosangie’s ruthless about first-come, first-serve room picking.” 

That seemed to snap his roommate from his awe-struck stupor, and within moments, they found themselves wrapped in the familiar warmth of the cabin. Crossing the threshold into resounding silence had a pang of something wrong echoing in Wooyoung’s chest, and he frowned for a moment as he tugged his boots off. 

“This is nice.” 

San’s voice tugged him out of his thoughts, and Wooyoung forced a smile. “Right? Follow me, the good bed’s upstairs.”

They were each draped over separate arms of the couch, half-focused on the drama Wooyoung had put on, when the rumble of tires on the driveway pulled him from his half-asleep daze. San perked up with him, eyebrows raising as he blinked at his friend in question. “Your parents?”

Wooyoung gave a noncommittal shrug. “Or the Kangs.”

“Should we see if they need help?” He offered, standing and heading for the door. 

“Fuck that, it’s cold as shit out there,” the younger complained, nestling further into his blanket cocoon. “Have fun freezing your ass off.” 

“So thoughtful of you, Wooyoung-ah,” San teased, disregarding the grumble that left his friend. 

He listened as the front door shut and his friend called a greeting toward the car, a familiar female voice responding. Huffing a sigh, he turned his attention back to the TV. He could deal with his mother’s chastising of his terrible hosting later. 

What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was the door of his own cabin to swing back open wide minutes later, a blast of cold air cutting through the air along with an all-too-familiar laugh. His chest tightened inexplicably as it rang like a bell, San’s low chuckle echoing after it, and he turned toward the sounds.

“Two years, and you can’t even come help me with my suitcase, Youngie?”

At the sound of your voice, Wooyoung felt the air around him shift. The cold light filtering in through the windows seemed to warm with your entry, and all at once, the vast, empty cabin once again felt full. He stood, eyes wide and shining with glee as his jaw dropped open for a moment, his chest tightening with something he refused to acknowledge. Schooling his expression into his usual mischievous smirk, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re a big girl, Y/N, you could handle it yourself.”

You sighed heartily, rolling your eyes playfully before turning your gaze to San, who was busy shutting the door behind you. “At least chivalry isn’t completely dead.”

He perked up with wide, round eyes, flashing a megawatt smile at you, and Wooyoung felt the cabin dim a little again. “It’s no problem at all. Where do you, uh… Wooyoung hasn’t given me the full tour, so I’m not sure where to take your stuff.”

Once again, your mirthful gaze turned toward your childhood friend, and his smirk ticked back up. “I assume this one took the good bed all for himself already.”

“The early bird catches the worm, and all that,” he taunted back, San nodding affirmation beside you.

You clicked your tongue in disapproval, sighing and shaking your head. “Can’t even let me enjoy it. I have to get my gear from the car, but I can show you when I get back in, if this one’s still intent on becoming one with the couch.” You nodded back toward Wooyoung, pulling a bark of laughter from San, and something within the younger twisted. 

“I can show him, go get your stuff,” he sighed, waving you away as he started for the hall. San glanced between the two of you for a moment before catching your amused, warm smile and, confusion alleviated, followed his friend.

“You didn’t tell me your friend had a sister.” 

Wooyoung hummed quietly in acknowledgement, pushing open the downstairs bedroom door. He hadn’t stayed in this room in years, preferring to curl up in the upstairs bedroom with Yeosang and leave this space for his brothers, and for a moment, he was surprised at how small it felt. The twin beds in their corners and the heavy wooden dresser had seemed impossibly big, once upon a time, and lonely as the moonlight filtered through the blinds. Now, the space felt close and cozy, the patterned quilts and stripes of sunlight bathing the room making it look like something out of a catalog. Wooyoung’s chest tightened again and he smiled, nostalgia settling like a blanket around his shoulders.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be relevant,” he admitted, pulling open the closet door to check for extra blankets. “You can put her stuff on the bed by the window; she prefers that one.” Behind him, San’s eyes narrowed. “Like she said, it’s been a couple of years since she’s been here, and nobody told me she was coming.” 

“Are there going to be enough beds?”

Wooyoung paused, lips pursed in thought and hands on his hips as he turned to face San. “That… Is a very good question. I think we have air mattresses? Worst case, we can stick the kid on the couch or something. We’ll worry about it when—” The sound of a car horn cut him off, and Wooyoung peered through the blinds to peek at the driveway, a grin splitting his face. “After everyone else is through unloading. C’mon, we can still hide in the bedroom if we hurry.”

San fixed him with a flat look, shaking his head gently. “I am going to be nice and help your family unload their car. You can come with me, or you can leave me unattended to gossip with your mom for however long this takes.”

Wooyoung blinked owlishly until San turned to leave, following along behind his roommate on autopilot. “I hate you,” he muttered as they paused to tug on their boots, and San grinned.

Preparations for the traditional, joint-family, first night dinner were underway as you bustled around the kitchen with Wooyoung and both of your mothers. Yeosang and San had both offered their assistance; your brother had been met with a resounding, unanimous ‘No’ from the four of you, which he responded to with a cheeky grin and a small giggle, and San had immediately rescinded his offer. It felt natural for the four of you to be here together again, dancing around each other with a practiced ease as your mothers set themselves up at the island, massive metal bowls and all of the ingredients for kimchi spread out between them. You and Wooyoung quickly sidled up together at the stove, whisking the tteokbokki and potstickers that had been waiting into the living room to keep your fathers, siblings and Wooyoung’s friend occupied while you made the main course. You weren’t surprised to find your brother sat on the floor, his arms open as Kyungmin rushed him for a hug, but you caught the small, choked noise Wooyoung made at the sight of San alongside the pair. You flashed him a private little smile, and a swarm of butterflies kicked up in his stomach.

When you settled at the stove together, you nudged him with your hip, prompting a huff of laughter and a return of the gesture.

“I like your friend.”

Wooyoung nearly dropped the skillet in his hand, the heavy dish clattering against the stovetop loud enough to put a stop to your mothers’ conversation. They peeked back at you, but Wooyoung waved them off as he swallowed bile.

“San?” There was an edge to his voice, he could tell, and he could only hope you hadn’t noticed it, too.

“Yeah,” you nodded, seemingly oblivious as you stirred black bean paste and brown sugar together. “He fits in well and he’s really sweet. You should bring him every year.” 

Something vile twisted in Wooyoung’s gut. “Maybe. I’ll see if he wants to come back. Who knows, maybe you’ll scare him off?” He snarked, flashing you a wicked grin. You barked a laugh, elbowing him and earning a squawk of indignation as his pork-filled skillet shifted over the fire. “Careful, you’ll burn dinner! Or worse, me!”

“What’s this about you being the worst?” Yeosang chimed as he slipped over to the fridge, his sudden appearance pulling a shout from the man next to you.

“Oh my god, you need a fucking bell!” 

“Watch your mouth, there are children present,” you chastised, clicking your tongue. “We were talking about San,” you supplied as you turned back to your work, and Wooyoung frowned. Yeosang caught the look before he could wipe it away, cocking an eyebrow and smirking knowingly over the neck of his bottle. 

Whatever that meant. 

Wooyoung glared at him.

“I like him,” Yeosang offered, “he’s sweet. And handsome.” Wooyoung flashed him another glare, this time unintentionally, and your brother shrugged innocently.

You, completely unaware, hummed in agreement. “I was telling Youngie he should bring him back next year. Maybe we could talk to Mom about swapping cabins so I could bring Somin with me and introduce them; they’d be a cute couple.” 

The nastiness in Wooyoung’s gut untwisted, and he sighed silently. “I like that idea!”

“I don’t,” Yeosang grumbled, frowning. “Then I’ll be stuck as the fifth wheel.” 

You both whipped your heads up to him, brows furrowed in confusion. You thanked whoever was listening that your brother was on the other side of Wooyoung, because you flushed bright pink at his teasing. He was well aware of the little crush you had on your mutual best friend, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it.

“Last I checked, everyone else here was single, and that’s probably not going to change any time soon,” you huffed, stirring the mixture in the wok with a bit more vitriol. Yeosang hid his smile behind his bottle as Wooyoung, too, glared at him.

“You never know,” he hummed, sauntering off back into the living room.

The silence that fell between you and Wooyoung held more tension, this time, as you both processed. Wooyoung stared at the kitchen backsplash, unblinking, until your voice broke him out of his thoughts. 

“You’re burning the pork.” He startled, promptly pulling the skillet off the stove. You laughed, and just like that, things returned to normal. Shaking your head, you spooned the black bean paste into a bowl and offered him the wok. “I thought you said you knew how to cook now.” 

Wooyoung huffed indignantly, hip bumping you to the side. “I can make jjajangmyeon.”

“That was mean, Yeosang, rubbing it in like that.”

Your brother hummed from his place on his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. Lazily, he turned over and blinked at you. “I’m not rubbing anything in. I’m trying to open your eyes here. He’s been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes, flopping onto your own mattress. “If he had been, he would have done something about it.” Yeosang snorted. “I’m serious! If there’s one thing I know about Wooyoung, it’s that he takes what he wants.”

“You think that rule applies to his best friend and other best friend’s sister? He’s probably worried I’ll be pissed if he tells me or something.” 

Again, you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t, honestly,” San replied, eyes wide as he tracked Wooyoung, pacing the floor in front of him. “I know how mad I’d be if it turned out you were in love with Haneul.” 

“That’s what I’m saying, Sannie,” Wooyoung huffed, collapsing on his back and spreading out across the mattress. He squirmed, situating himself with his head in San’s lap, and the elder obliged, petting at his hair. “But she’s so pretty.” 

“She is,” he agreed, holding his hands up in surrender as Wooyoung glared daggers at him. “I’m just saying! Your friend’s sister is pretty! Would you rather I disagree?”

Wooyoung huffed a sigh, frowning and settling back into his roommate’s lap. “God, this week is gonna suck. Having her here is like… It feels better, but it also feels worse, y’know? She’s so close but so far away.” 

“You could always, like… Ask Yeosang for permission, first.”

“Didn’t you just advise me against that? Whose side are you on here?”

San shrugged. “I’m just trying to help so I don’t have to listen to you complain all week on the slopes.”

Wooyoung reached up, the back of his hand coming into contact with San’s shoulder and pulling a pained noise from him.

In the morning, you were all up early. Breakfast was a quick, chaotic affair of the four of you cycling in and out of the kitchen, breezing past each other and shouting across the cabin as you made plans. Within an hour of pulling Yeosang from the comfort of his bed, you were all crammed into Wooyoung’s SUV, flasks on your hip to warm you in the snow and your gear strapped to the ski rack. Yeosang, much to your surprise, had slipped into the back seat before you'd even left the house, and was chatting away happily with San as you slid in the passenger seat. 

“Who are you and what have you done with Kang Yeosang?” you teased, flashing your brother a skeptical half-glare. He huffed a breath through his nose and rolled his eyes, flopping sideways to lay his head on San’s shoulder, The man flushed bright red but he didn’t flinch or pull away, and you filed that information away for later. 

“I made a friend. Let me enjoy him.” You thought San flushed brighter at that. 

“Good luck, Sannie, you’re never getting rid of him,” you warned good-naturedly, flashing him a smile in the rearview mirror.

He gave a nervous half-smile, nodding. “Can’t imagine wanting to.”

Your brother’s lips pursed into a small ‘o’, and you watched with a grin as pink dusted his cheeks, too. 

Wooyoung seemed surprised by your presence in the front seat, too, as he poked his head in and met you with a “deer-in-the-headlights” look. “That’s not the Yeosang I know.”

You gestured at him, smacking his arm lightly as he climbed into the car. “That’s what I said!”

He grinned, laughing his signature, unfiltered cackle, and your heart clenched. “God, I’m glad you’re back.”

Whether or not Wooyoung noticed the way you sheepishly smiled at your lap, your brother did. He grinned, nudging San, who blinked at him in confusion. This would be a fun week.

The four of you began the day together, meeting at the base lodge with the rest of your family to distribute lift tickets and set an emergency and end-of-day meeting point. You started as you always did, cruising down some of the shorter greens at the base of the mountain as a whole unit as you got your legs under you. You, Wooyoung and Yeosang were ready to crank it up in minutes and, for the most part, your parents were ready to follow. Kyungmin and San were falling more than the rest of you, the former sticking close to his brother and the latter frowning and sighing as he fell into the snow. Yeosang chuckled and laughed at the pout visible under his helmet, skiing over to offer the snowboarder a hand up, and you were left alone to drink in the scene. 

You sighed happily, staring up at the peak and drinking in the scenery as you leaned on your poles. People darted and dashed around you, cutting through the snow with ease and creating the perfect soundscape of white noise. You didn’t notice when Wooyoung slid up nex to you until he spoke, startling you out of your reverie. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” 

You jumped, leaning hard on your poles and reaching out to steady yourself. Wooyoung dropped his board into the snow and planted his boots, arms wrapping around your middle as you stumbled on your skis. Sighing as you found your balance again, you rested your hands on his arms, eyes slipping shut. 

“Thank you,” you hummed, turning over your shoulder with a smile to—oh.

He was so close to you. You felt your cheeks heat again, this time not from the sting of the cold. “You’re… welcome,” he muttered, and you felt your heart leap into your chest.

“Hyung!” You nearly fell back over as you and Wooyoung jumped apart at his little brother’s excited cry. “Did you finally tell Y/N-ie that you love her?!”

When you looked back at Wooyoung, stunned, he stood stock-still, his expression unreadable under his helmet. The tension could be cut with a knife as silence settled between you.

It was your brother that saved you, head snapping toward you like a meerkat at Kyungmin’s shout. With a quick word to San, he zipped over, calling out to the youngest. “Kyungmin-ah! Why don’t you come help Sannie? He’s having a little trouble.”

“But Yeosang-hyung—”

Before the boy could protest further, your brother grabbed his hand, tugging him across and along toward the rack San was sat beside, leaving you and Wooyoung alone.

“Y/N, I—”

“You love me?”

You both began at once, but your words cut through the air like a war cry. 

Wooyoung was quiet for a beat and you squirmed, glancing away to your brother for an escape. He afforded no assistance, his back turned to you and shielding the younger Jung’s gaze in a way you knew must have been intentional. 

Finally, he spoke, he voice barely audible over the roar of the lodge activity. “I always have.”

You huffed a sigh, rolling your eyes and shuffling on your skis, starting away. “Of course you have, Wooyoung. Like a brother does, always. Never anything more.”

“No, Y/N, you’re wrong.”

You froze as he called after you, turning over your shoulder to stare at him. He had taken his helmet off, it and his goggles hanging limply at his side, giving you a window into his heart through his warm brown eyes. He swallowed thickly and stepped forward, offering out a hand. His was shaking just as much as yours was as you took it, using him to balance as you popped your skis off. He gave you no time to pick them up before he was in front of you and dropping his helmet to the ground, taking your other hand in his and breathing a quick sigh.

“I wanted this to be romantic and blow you away and this may not be the best time, but god dammit if I don’t tell you now, I might never.” He paused, taking another breath. “It’s been more since I knew what ‘more’ meant. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember—not as your brother or his best friend. I love you for you; for the woman you are, the girl you always have been, and whoever you may become. You are… so gorgeous and so sweet, and I’d do anything to call you mine.”

You were beaming at him, clenching his fingers tight like a vice as he paused. The silence had him squirming, you could see, and you scrambled for something, anything to match his heartfelt confession. In the end, what came out of your mouth was, “All you have to do is ask.”

“Kang Y/N, will you do me the incomparable honor of being my girlfriend?” His grin matched yours. 

“Yes, absolutely,” you sighed, breathless between the mountain air and the affectionate tightness in your chest.

The next instant, his lips were on yours, and you grasped desperately at his shoulders as you scrabbled for your footing in the snow. Behind you, you thought you heard San cheer, and you laughed quietly against Wooyoung’s lips. When you parted, breathless for an entirely new reason, you were happy to find your boyfriend just as disheveled, beaming at you like you hung the stars. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

Out of sight—not that you would have noticed—your brother held out a fist for Kyungmin to bump.

“What was that you said about ‘never having a chance?’” Yeosang teased over dinner that night, the four of you sprawled out between the two couches in your cabin. You pulled your sweater over your face to hide your embarrassment, snuggling deeper into Wooyoung’s arms.

“Oh, shut up! He’s been your best friend and one of mine since we were kids. How was I supposed to know—”

“You were supposed to trust his best friend and your brother, is what should have happened,” he huffed.

“How did you even know?!” Wooyoung protested. You could hear his glare.

“You’re not subtle, she’s just oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!”

Yeosang sighed, rolling his eyes heartily and pushing himself up off the couch. “I’m already sick of third wheeling. San, come help me move your stuff so they can have their own room.”

Wooyoung grinned against your neck, squeezing you tight. “Oh, they might regret that,” he hummed in your ear, tapping your thigh to guide you off of his lap. “I’ll help! Sannie can stay.”

Your brother raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk. “Oh, now he’s helpful. A changed man.”

“Only the best for my princess,” he teased, shooting you a wink over his shoulder. You pulled your sweater up over your nose again, grinning and hiding your flush.

An hour later, your stuff had been moved into the upstairs bedroom with Wooyoung’s, and Yeosang and San were gathering their gear. You turned to peer at them over the back of the sofa, eyes wide and innocent. “Where are you off to?”

“We saw signs for night skiing, and he was interested,” your brother explained, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “I didn’t want to leave him with mom and dad, so I’m going too. I think Wooyoung was thinking about coming, but…” he gave you a knowing look. “I thought if we gave you a couple hours of alone time, we could sleep tonight.” 

Your cheeks heated. “Yeosang!” 

“Thank you, bye, have fun!” Wooyoung called as he slid up behind you and looped his arms around your waist. “That’s enough talk about our future sex life. Be safe.”

“Two and a half hours,” your brother warned, giving you both a pointed glance. Behind him, San’s cheeks were tinged pink. “Remember what I said.”

This was directed over your shoulder to Wooyoung who, when you turned, had gone a little pale. The door shut with a purposeful slam and you turned in his arms, cupping his face.

“What did he say?”

“That, uh… If he hears anything, he’ll give our moms the details. And tell your dad.”

“We’d better get it out of our systems while he’s out then, huh?” 

You’d watched Wooyoung short-circuit before over Yeosang babbling on about his engineering studies, mostly. Being the reason he did so now, especially when it was enhanced by the pretty pink tinge that rose in his cheeks and ears, was an entirely new and delightful experience. 

“Unless you don’t—” you began when the silence stretched, only to be cut off by his lips on your own.

“Absolutely the hell not,” he practically growled, and you felt your knees go a little weak. “I’ve waited way too long to have you—I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, stepping back from him and catching his hand in yours as it fell between you.

The two of you practically dashed up the stairs, barely pausing to kick the door shut and lock it before your lips were pressed together again, both hungry for each other. His hands ran up your sides and under your sweater, rucking it up and grabbing at the soft skin he found underneath. Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling a pretty moan from him that you wanted to hear more of right then and there. He gave you no time, however, spinning you and walking you back toward the bed. 

When your knees hit the mattress, you both fell in a giggling heap onto it, Wooyoung caging you in below him with his hands on either side of your head. His lips found your jaw the moment you both settled and he let his eyes flutter shut as he trailed kisses down your throat. There would be time to watch you come apart for him later; now, he wanted to bask in all the pretty little sounds you let out as he worked you up. It didn’t take long before you were squirming under him, hands grasping at his hair while his lips and hands sought each other through the barrier of your sweater. When his lips reached your neckline, he guided you up and pulled your sweater over your head, tossing it to the side, your bra quickly following. 

He sat back on his heels, hands on your waist to keep you upright as he drank you in, eyes wide and earnest. You felt your cheeks heat, tugging at the hem of his own shirt to resist the urge to cover yourself. He obliged immediately, the garment discarded like yours, and your hands immediately found his skin. Wooyoung shivered as you ran your fingers up his chest, tracing over the lines of his abs and ghosting over his nipples, delighting at the shiver that lit down his spine and the whine that spilled from his lips.

In the next moment, his lips were on yours and he was guiding you onto your back once more. His hands stopped only to squeeze your breasts and tweak at your nipples in return, pulling a gasp from you and a grin from him, before they came to rest at your waistband, fingers dipping under it. You lifted your hips obediently, your lounge pants and underwear being pulled off and shucked away at once and earning a purr of “Good girl,” from Wooyoung.

You whimpered at that and he grinned, raising an eyebrow at you as he lowered himself between your legs. “Noted,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Sit there and look pretty for me while I open you up, okay.”

At a loss for words, you nodded dumbly, gasping as his lips met your skin again. You melted back into the pillows with a moan as his breath ghosted over your core, hips twitching in anticipation. “W-Wooyoung,” you tried. He grinned wickedly up at you. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Without another word, he was pressing his tongue to you and lapping a fat stripe up your core, flicking his tongue over your clit with a little flourish. You squirmed and he grinned against you, moaning into your heat as you tugged at his hair, silently begging him to come closer. He obliged and buried his tongue between your folds, the curve of his nose bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he lost himself in your taste.

His hands came up under you to cup at your ass, kneading at the soft flesh as your thighs landed over his shoulders. You whimpered and squirmed, thighs twitching by his ears, and Wooyoung couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be. His fingers prodded against your entrance and he glanced up questioningly as your hips jerked, as if both you and your body were unsure if you wanted more or less. The sight that met him was one of beauty; your hair was spread across the pillows around you and the hand that wasn’t tangled in Wooyoung’s hair had begun kneading at your breast—and Wooyoung rutted down into the mattress with a low groan. 

You nodded frantically as he pressed more insistently against your core, and he quickly slipped a finger into you, preening at the sigh you let out. He worked it slowly in contrast to his quick tongue, and the difference quickly had you seeing stars. Eyes still locked on your writhing form, he pressed a second finger in with the first and crooked them up, seeking out your sweet spot. The moment he found it, he grinned, committing the little squeak of pleasure that left you to memory for later.

It took seconds, then, for the coil in your gut to snap, and your back arched off the bed as you rode out your high against Wooyoung’s sinful mouth. His eyes were wide and innocent as he worked you over your peak with no sign of halting, only freeing you from your torment when you tugged him back by his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and a grin you quickly wiped off his face as you crashed your lips against his own.

There was no time for him to react as you shoved him down next to you and climbed into his lap, settling your weight over his clothed cock. He groaned and winced, neglected length throbbing painfully at the sudden stimulation. You giggled and he glared, hands settling on your hips to encourage you to start grinding against him. With a coy smile, you moved his hands back to the sheets and shifted back to his thighs, fingers tucking under his waistband. What you found made you freeze, and you were gifted with another beautiful Wooyoung giggle as he grinned up at you. 

“You were expecting this, weren’t you?” You muttered as you tugged his pants down and, just as you had guessed, found no underwear beneath.

He shook his head, expression suddenly softer. “Expecting, never. Hoping?” He grinned like a Cheshire and leaned forward, cupping your ass and dragging you up to press your core against him. “Always,” he purred, darting up to catch your lips once more. 

You hummed happily as you ground down against him, the friction welcome but far too little after experiencing his tongue and fingers. “Wooyoung,” you managed between kisses, shifting further up so his head caught on your entrance. “Wanna ride you baby, please?”

He let out a wrecked groan and nodded, wrapping an arm around you to lift you as the other positioned his cock at your entrance. “Wait, shit,” he murmured, shifting under you. You whined, thighs clenching to keep him in place. “Condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” you muttered, grinding against him, “wanna feel you, please.”

Wooyoung cursed, hips rolling up against your own. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You beamed, pressing another quick kiss to his lips as he lined himself back up. His hands held you steady, setting the pace for you as he filled you inch-by-inch and you whined in protest, brow furrowing. Pressing his wrists down into the sheets, you sat yourself on his cock in one fluid motion, pulling cries from both of you. Ravenous, you slotted your lips against his and immediately began riding him in earnest, grinning against his lips at the squeak he let out.

“F-Fuck, babydoll,” he gasped out, hands returning to your hips when yours grasped the headboard for balance. “Not gonna last if you keep at this—shit.”

“Play with my clit,” you breathed, walls clenching around him at the hungry look he gave in return, “and I won’t either.” 

Wordlessly, he nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his thumb before settling over your clit, pushing back the hood before rubbing tight circles over it. You let out a broken shout and he moaned quietly, cock twitching pleasantly inside you. 

“G-G’nna…” he gasped, swallowing thickly as he staved off his climax.

You nodded, pace picking up just barely as you chased your releases. A moment later, your walls began fluttering around him and your back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as you plummeted over your peak. The sight of you was all it took for Wooyoung to follow, reaching up and pulling you down into his chest as he emptied into you.

The silence was jarring when you both came back to your senses, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the space now. You sighed with a smile and let your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself to bask in the afterglow before the sweat would force you to the bathroom. Your boyfriend held you tight, pressing kisses into your hair as his hands roamed over your back.

“I love you, Wooyoungie,” you murmured sleepily, smiling as you felt him chuckle.

“I love you too, Y/N-ie,” he replied readily.

“This is the best year yet.” 

He beamed. “And it’s only day one.”

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[gwynniethenymph]

About a possible Gwyn/Rhys friendship...

I mean, they do have a lot in common and could totally be friends...but hear me out:

✨ a Lucien and Gwyn friendship ✨

They would be wonderfully chaotic together and I'm here for it.

Firstly, they have so many similarities and even though this applies to Gwyn and Rhys as well, I don't know if they could relate completely, not like Gwyn and Lucien. I mean, who could relate more to the feeling of having a loved one executed in front of them? Of feeling extremely guilty about it? Of losing everything they knew as family and home and having to move to a foreign court/city?

And then, I'm dying to see their sexy-chaotic-sarcastic redhead duo dynamic. Just imagine those interactions:

"Don't talk to me about mating bonds. You were oblivious of yours for 4 years"

"You didn't even know who your father was!"

"Like you know who is yours!!"

"At least I never stood one foot away from him thinking 'Wow we really look alike'"

"Oh shush"

And imagine the We're-not-really-a-part-of-the-inner-circle-but-we-still-need-to-participate-in-dinner-gatherings-because-of-mates gossip sessions. Lucien judging everyone's outfits and moms and Gwyn being too polite to comment but silently agreeing with everything, even more so when it comes to her fashion-wreck of a mate ("I already told this overgrown bat he would look amazing in white but he simply refuses to wear anything other than black" "hide his clothes 😌"). Emerie can join the group and they become the "Outer Trio" (as in opposition to "Inner Circle").

Oh, and if Azriel or Elain lose them from sight for more than 1 minute, there's chaos. Like "Oh dear Mother we lost our fire-starting Autumn Court offspring of mates, Gods protect this city" type of chaos. In the end, Gwyn was simply showing Lucien the new Valkyrie techniques she found and asking if she could bore some books from Day.

And I may have gone overboard with this. Sorry not sorry.

[joonie-berry]

Scarabia

Sorcerer of sands and the Desert Manor

Intro | Rose Maze | Lion’s Den | Witch’s Lakehouse | Poison Palace | Death’s Mansion | Dragon’s Castle | Alternate Dialogue and scenes

This chapter (Level) begins after doing certain relationship quests, (Mostly Platonic) with a few characters, but that doesn’t mean Yuu couldn’t go back to the previous levels and build relationships with them. It would be recommended to utilize the Octavinelle group for this chapter, but Yuu is allowed to have higher relationships with others for companionship purposes. Anyway, after the quest, and depending on who and what group Yuu has a higher relationship with, will determine how the story goes. But I’ll write about the canonical plot.

Yuu and Grim began to wonder about an area that was filled with sand, strangely enough, must be the magic of this land, as they wonder about Grim smells food and speeds off towards the scent with Yuu following close behind. They come up to a small window that looks into a kitchen, and they see several servants cooking and a long dark hair, Arabic man watching over them. He looks up and sees Yuu and Grim looking through the window and orders for their capture. This causes a chase and sneak sequence, which leads Yuu and Grim to Jamil. He plays the white knight to them and stops the servants from chasing them. He offers them food and a place to rest as he notices that they seem tired and looked hungry. Yuu was hesitant but Grim took it immediately.

As Yuu and Grim eat, that’s when Kalim introduces himself and excitedly exclaims his happiness for new friends to enter his life. Basically this level will play out like Book 4 in the original, with the exception of the alternate scenarios with the groups who have the highest relation to Yuu.

After being held hostage, Yuu ran to Octavinelle for help. At first Azul refused thinking Yuu got themselves in trouble with someone he didn’t want to deal with (Leona, Rook, Malleus) but when he heard it was with the Scarabia duo, he got intrigued and decided that he did want to help them, and that they owned for the damage of his small Lakeside Cafe (Which I totally didn’t forget to mention). So they traveled back and basically what happened is the same as book 4. Octavinelle takes over Jamil’s duties much to his displeasure.

Yuu wanted to get Kalim out of there some in the middle of the chaos Yuu and Grim escape once again only with Kalim and the sea trio. As they are escaping Jamil latches onto Yuu, and holds them captive. This is also where another relationship checkpoint is, Yuu is allowed to hope and pray or think about a character and depending on the rank depends on if they’re willing or not.

Once again going down the canonical route. Floyd shows up with Grim and helps them out while Azul, Jade, and Kalim deal with Jamil. Once the three of them arrived, Jamil had the three men hypnotized and commanded that they attack and kill Yuu, Grim, and Floyd. It starts the first phase of the boss battle, after freeing Azul, Jade, and Kalim, they fight together to defeat Jamil. Which allows Yuu to gain one of Kalim’s Gold Bracelet, even tho Yuu actually doesn’t need to use it for this level since the only stalker characters were Jamil and the hypnotized servants.

[flowers-for-the-grave]

Curse of Victory

Scott sat in his house, perched on his bed, with a book in his lap and a pencil in his hands. He turned to a blank page, then gazed pensively out his window and at the view.

He tapped his pencil against the corner of his lip.

In the past, he'd written about his allies and the chaos of the server. He'd documented the advancements made to the base. He recorded silly, useless details that had potential to become useful in the future.

Mostly though, he tried articulating his memories.

Other players - specifically the ones who hadn't been cursed blessed with victory - had poor recollection of past games. The memories were still there, they would still reappear from time to time, but mostly they lurked in the dark recesses of their minds until called upon. Those memories were old. They had no purpose to them other than to have them keep playing; the reward for victory, after all, was to remember.

Grian remembered everything. Scott knew that he remembered throwing himself off a cliff, cheating on Scar, his slow yet steady loss of his fellow Bad Boys until he had been left alone.

Pearl remembered everything, too. She knew about the trio he, her and Cleo had been in the past; how she had been abandoned by her soulmate yet still came out on top, and Scott took his life so she wouldn't have to suffer in that world longer; how she had at first been in a duo in the Nosy Neighbours, which soon became a trio.

Martyn remembered. He had been the Red King's Hand, his loyal soldier and servant who'd had the burden honour of taking his king's life. He, too, was left by his soulmate and had spent weeks trying to undo his wrongs and get back in her good books. He had been Scott's only ally in the last life game, loyal and devoted, and had taken the mantle of victor.

Scott knew what they remembered, because they had told him. In the cold, empty Void, awaiting the next game as they sat alone with no company but each other, they didn't have much else to do except share what they remembered.

He remembered flower fields with Jimmy, a poppy tucked behind his ear and a wedding ring of twine around his finger. He remembered his allyship with Pearl and Cleo, which split into a duo in the life game afterwards. He remembered the fish tail that had swished behind him and still half-expected it to be there at night.

Most of all, they all remembered the pain.

Scott had tried articulating his thoughts, writing them on paper to go over later. It didn't work, predictably. But the sentiment had been there.

Martyn and Jimmy were Red Lives now.

It was an odd thought. Jimmy had never had the best luck in the games, always being the first one to be eliminated from the game. He had been a terrible ally - always so accident-prone and clumsy - but he'd also been joyful and kind. He had been as vibrant as the colour of his canary wings, and burned as bright as the sun.

It seemed sensible that Jimmy would go down so quickly.

Martyn, on the other hand...

Martyn was vicious. He was ruthless and cunning and quick. In the heat of battle, his sword always struck true. He was a fighter, from birth to death. He did not die easily.

But, like all of them, he was mortal. And he was human. He was subject to such things as mortality.

Scott scribbled this down as best he could. His handwriting, normally pristine and fancy, was erratic and scruffy. The others would probably think someone else wrote this, but the winners would know.

They always did.

He set down his pencil and lay down, staring up at the ceiling.

His bed felt cold.

He sat up again and rose to his feet. He shuffled to his door, opened it, stepped outside into the cool night air and began to walk. Where, he couldn't say. His feet were carrying him in whichever direction they saw fit.

Scott left behind the plateau on the mountain and approached the open field at Spawn.

He spotted Martyn standing there awkwardly, yawning and dragging his feet along the ground.

"Martyn? What are you doing up this late?" he asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," Martyn replied. His eyes glimmered red, sparkling rubies or flowing blood. Either way, they were beautiful. "Besides, a little Green Life out here, with no protection, and with a Red Life no less."

"You wouldn't try anything."

"Wouldn't I?"

"No." He spoke with conviction. He slowly drew nearer to the Red Life and paused a few centimetres from him. Scott cupped Martyn's cheek, and the Red Life leaned into the touch ever so slightly. There was hesitation in his eyes.

Martyn sighed, taking a step back. "I want this to end."

"You want to go back to the Void that much?"

"No? Yes? I don't know! It's... it's frustrating." He folded his arms and stared at the floor. "I just want things to be clear again. I want to talk to you without feeling the urge to rip your arms off. Hell, I want to talk to people in general!"

Scott grabbed Martyn gently by the arm. Without a word, they both travelled up to Pearl's base. He knocked on the door and was met with the image of Pearl - bushy hair, bags under her eyes - grumbling to herself.

"What?"

Scott, with Martyn in tow, pushed past and into the room. "Wait here," he commanded. "I'll be back soon."

He quickly ran up to the plateau, silently sneaking into his house and taking the bed. He legged it all the way back, using the diving board for assistance. He placed it down up against a free spot on the wall.

Pulling the covers back, he hopped in and patted the space next to him. Martyn nervously crawled in.

Pearl watched them awkwardly. Then she sent out a message via her comm.

"We're having a winners' sleepover." she stated.

Scott nodded.

Grian appeared a few minutes later, with two other beds. He placed them near to Scott's and the other two victors got under the covers.

"To victory, and shitty memories." Scott said, and the others repeated it.

Scott and Martyn tangled in each other's limbs with a small smile on their faces. It felt good, to be like this again. He'd missed it.

As slumber overcame him, Scott had one final thought.

He was home.

[poisindonottouch]

Queer Reads: Riley Nash

For day 11 of “this book is hella gay and you should read it,” I bring your Riley Nash. 

Riley Nash has written 7 novels and a handful of novellas, and they are all fantastic. His characters have some fucked up shit happen to them, from surviving abuse to struggling with gang violence, poverty to mental health issues. These books aren’t “dark” in the “oh hey, it’s a serial killer” (legit a whole subgenre of mm romance), but they are definitely dark in the angsty, emotional way. 

Featured in the little graphic are the four books found in the Water, Air, Earth, Fire series, and the two Dirty Strays books. Hold Me Under is about Victor, a former swimming champion with a horrific past and Ethan, the fake boyfriend hired for PR who ends up helping him heal and find true love. Make Me Fall features Gray, Victor’s old family lawyer who feels really bad about the events preceding book 1, and Jonah, the law student who is really terrible at it but who is the most endearing character ever. Show Me Wonders, my personal favorite of the four, is about Oliver, a single dad who likes knitting and his kid, and Jackson, a convicted felon with a heart of gold. Oliver and Jackson get stuck in a cave-in while riding a train, and are the only two survivors. Teach Me To Sin is a MMM book featuring Colson, who is Gray’s asshole ex, Alek, Victor’s childhood friend and swimming teammate, and Benji, a little chaos gremlin who deserves nice things (Colson and Alek. Benji deserves Colson and Alek.) The other two books in the little graphic are a duo (which I have hopes might become a trio) set in a trailer park in north eastern Colorado. Scout, from Bad Dogs, is the little brother of Jackson, from Show Me Wonders, but otherwise the books are unconnected. 

Aside from gut-wrenching emotional turmoil, Nash does a fantastic job with found family, overcoming said emotional turmoil, and finding love even when life is full of lemons. Nash also is a own-voices trans author, and the novella Becoming Light is the softest, sweetest, hottest story about a guy recovering from top surgery and his best friend’s dad, who is very helpful to his recovery (wink wink). 

Remember folks, read queer all year.

[mychemicalimagines]

Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 8/Finale

Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!

Words: 4,819

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A/N: Here it is. The last chapter. I hope you enjoyed this! Leave Feedback in the comments, that will help me get other stuff out!

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Third Person POV

Frank and Dwayne are sitting in chairs in the hallway, with Tyler sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. Since her left arm is around his shoulder, she’s playing with his hair while his arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, her right hand resting on his laced fingers. Frank is looking at a newspaper that was sitting on the table between the two chairs. 

He glances over at the couple before flipping the page. ‘The Surprise Best-Seller From America’s #1 Proust Scholar’ is the headline right above the picture of Larry Sugarman and his new book. He immediately closes the newspaper and tosses it on the table. He sighs to himself as he tries to relax in his chair. 

Two girls around the age of six run past them, giggling in their poofy dresses causing Dwayne to look up at his girlfriend then his uncle. He gently pats Tyler’s hip before speaking. 

“Let’s get outta here.”

She stands up from his lap and takes his hand, walking with him out of the area. After another little girl runs by him, Frank stands up and runs after his nephew and his girlfriend, not wanting to be in the hallway either. Together, the three of them walk out of the building and down to the beach that Richard brought up two days beforehand. 

Holding hands, Tyler swings them softly, enjoying the breeze that is hitting her face. Dwayne continues to think about their future while enjoying his girlfriend’s soft hand in his rough calloused one. His heart speeds up everytime he thinks of her being his girlfriend. In their seventeen years of life, he’s always dreamed of her saying yes, but he never thought it would happen.

Sure, it was in his plan, hell it was the majority of his plan, but it never believed it would come true. Maybe she’s right. They’ll find a way for him to continue his dream, despite his colorblind-ness. Without realizing, Frank had detoured them on the long wooden dock that overlooks the water. Dwayne lets go of her hand and leans against the railing in front of him, his chin now resting on his laced fingers. 

Tyler stands on one side of him with her head on his shoulder while Frank stands on the other, just staring into the water. Dwayne picks up his head from his hands and lays it on hers, relaxing for a moment. The trio is silent for a while until he speaks up.

 “Sometimes, I wish I could just sleep the next year until we’re eighteen. Just skip all this crap. The rest of high school and everything. Just skip it.”

“You heard of Marcel Proust?” Frank asks, putting his hands on the railing. 

“He’s the guy you teach.” He says, glancing at his uncle.

“Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads.” He says, causing the couple to giggle. “But he was also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway! He gets down to the end of his life, he looks back and decides that all the years he suffered - those were the best years of his life. Because they made him who he was. The years he was happy? Total waste. Didn’t learn anything…” He glances at them with a smile. “So if you sleep for the next year, think of all the suffering you’d miss. High school? High school’s your prime suffering years. Hell, you’d miss the first year of being with Miss Walker over there. Do you really want to miss that?!”

Dwayne lifts his head up and looks down at her with a grin. She blushes and looks up at him, curiously. 

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to miss that.” He says, before kissing her forehead. 

He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into his side before looking at the water again. A million thoughts running through his head before he looks at his uncle. 

“You know what?” He says, causing Frank to look over as he pulls Tyler in closer. “Fuck beauty contests. It’s like life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work? Fuck that. And fuck the AirForce Academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love and fuck the rest.”

Frank looks at him, impressed by his small speech. Dwayne glances at him before looking down at Tyler.

“We’ll find a way for you to fly.” She whispers, looking up at him. 

He smiles at her softly.

“We’ll find a way for me to fly.” He repeats, kissing her head again.

“You know…” Frank speaks up. “I’m glad you’re talking again, Dwayne. You’re not nearly as stupid as you look.”

Tyler laughs, digging her face into her boyfriend’s side as he smiles at his uncle. Frank laughs and pats his shoulder.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.” 

He turns around and starts walking back to the other end of the dock, enjoying the view. Tyler turns in her boyfriend’s arms and leans against the railing in front of him. A smile appears on her face as his arms let her go and rest on the railing on either side of her, his own smile widening. 

“I haven’t heard your voice in six months. I almost forgot what you sounded like.” She states, looking into his eyes. “I missed it.” 

“You know…That wasn’t the first thing that I wanted you to hear when the vow finally came to an end.” He says, watching her.

“What was it going to be?” She tilts her head slightly confused. 

He licks his lips and sighs softly, looking deep into her eyes. “That I love you, which I do.”

Her eyes widens slightly. “You love me?”

“Yeah. When I wrote you that note yesterday, I didn’t want to seem weird for saying it too early, so I was going to save it for when I finally got into the AirForce. But then…” He pauses for a moment. “Well, you were there. And we practically haven’t left each other’s side in seventeen years. Kinda hard for me not to love everything about you.”

She blushes, a smile growing on her face. “You really wanted that to be the first thing I heard in a year?”

“Yeah. I’d thought it would be…romantic.” He shrugs slightly, nervous.

She stands straight off the railing and wraps her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean down slightly. Standing on her tiptoes, she presses her lips against his. Somewhat shocked, he kisses her back happily, resting his hands on her hips. Their mouths move in sync, still getting used to kissing each other - well kissing in general. 

Needing air, they pull away and pant softly, looking into each other's eyes.

“I love you, too, Dwayne.” She whispers. 

“Really?” He grins at her. 

“I knew for sure I loved you when you made me this bracelet.” She answers, removing her arm from his neck to show him the leather on her wrist.

“You were the only one I thought of when I was told to make it.” He admits, blushing slightly. 

“Well, I’m glad.” She leans up again, pressing her lips to his. 

He squeezes her hips slightly, holding her close until they pull away once again.

“I love you.” He whispers, smiling softly. 

“I love you, too.” She presses another quick kiss to his lips. 

“Come on.” He pats her hip. “We should go back inside.”

“Fineee…” She playfully whines before taking his hand. 

He chuckles and walks with her to the end of the dock where Frank is patiently waiting. As they walk across the beach, wanting to keep the mood upbeat, Tyler starts picking on her boyfriend.

“Frank, did you know that when Dwayne was eight…” 

He immediately covers her mouth, shaking his head. 

“Nope. Nope. I know what story you’re going to tell.” 

“Come on, Dwayne. I want to hear this story!” Frank grins, looking over at the happy couple. 

“Nope…”

Before he can finish his thought, Tyler maneuvers out of his arms and gently pushes Frank to the side away from him.

“Anyway! When he was eight, he got a piece of his airplane model…”

Dwayne grabs her around the waist and picks her up, gently throwing her over his shoulder. 

“Put me down!” She laughs, holding onto his belt.

“No! You’re not telling him that story!” He shakes his head, a grin on his face as he walks. 

“Frank! Can you hear me?!” She playfully yells out to the older man walking behind them.

“Yeah, Ty! I can hear you!” He calls out, cupping his mouth as he smiles, despite being only a few feet behind. 

“Anyway! He got…”

“No!” Dwayne laughs, putting her down. 

She crosses her arms and pouts, seeing that they’re in front of the hotel. 

“You’re lucky we're back.” She grins as she walks into the building. 

Frank looks over at his nephew, his smile never leaving his face. 

“What happened when you were eight?”

Dwayne sighs and shakes his head. “I got a piece of the airplane motel stuck up my nose because I wanted to see if it would fit…”

His uncle bites his lip, trying not to laugh. “Is it still up there?”

“No.” He rolls his eyes, mumbling, “Tyler put some pepper under my nose. I sneezed and it shot across the room. It stuck to the wall…”

Frank starts laughing before covering his mouth to stop himself. Dwayne playfully glares at him, a small grin appearing before walking inside. He jumps slightly, shocked to see his girlfriend leaning against the wall beside the door. 

“I knew you'd tell him.” She says before turning toward the staircase.

He gently smacks her butt causing her to squeal and look at him. 

“Get upstairs.” He grins and walks around her.

Finally making it to the auditorium where Olive will be performing, the trio opens the door and steps inside. Their eyes widened at the younger girl, caked in makeup, dancing on stage in a sparkly gold cowgirl outfit. Almost immediately, they rush out of the room shocked by what they have seen. Frank leans against the wall while the couple are slightly disgusted. 

How could parents let their kids do this or even encourage them? And, sorry to Olive, but there was no way they would pick her. She’s a normal seven year old girl. She’s got a little meat on her bones while all these girls barely have any fat on their BMI. Olive does this for fun. It seems like these girls do it for the competition. 

They can’t let her go on. She can’t be judged for being who she is! 

“We’re going backstage.” Tyler says, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm and walking in the direction she remembers Olive going. 

“Right. See ya.”

As they walk, they pass a woman with a headset on who is escorting another little girl down the hallway. 

“Are you authorized to be backstage?” She asks, looking up at Dwayne.

“No.” He states, not giving her a single glance as he holds his girlfriend’s hand.

All around them are little girls crying, whining or lolling about. All their mothers are over-dressed as if they were the ones competing on that stage. There is a little girl standing with her friend as they walk around a corner. 

“Hey, where are the dressing rooms?” Dwayne asks her, never stopping their walk.

“Are you allowed to be here?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Just tell us where the dressing rooms are.” Tyler rolls her eyes.

The girl never answers so they keep walking until they see a sign. She pulls him in that direction, finally reaching their destination. He stands straighter, looking for his mom before gently tugging her toward them. Standing a few feet away from Olive, Sheryl and Richard are talking. They approach and Sheryl smiles at them.

“How you feeling?” She asks him.

“Better. Where’s Olive?”

“She’s there. What’s the matter?” She glances between her son and husband.

Tyler, knowing this is a family matter, walks over to Olive, who is wearing black pants, a white button down shirt with a black vest over it with a red tie, her gold sparkly converse on her feet. She kneels down next to her, rubbing her arm as she squats. 

“Nervous?” She smiles.

“A little.” She admits, looking up at her, unofficially, adopted sister. “What if I’m not good enough?”

“Olive, you’ve been working so hard.” She moves a piece of long hair out of her face. “Grandpa taught you everything you know about this routine. We’re so proud of you for coming this far. It’s scary because all these girls have been doing this for years. But I…” She pauses, knowing she doesn’t want the young girl to be judged for the way she looks. “I believe in you as long as you believe in yourself. Do you?”

The young girl thinks to herself for a moment and nods, looking up at her again. 

“Then I believe you can do this. Just promise me something?” Tyler grins at her. 

“What?” She asks, innocently.

“When you become famous, you don’t forget me. Because I’ll always be your number one fan.” She smiles.

“Really?” Olive’s eyes light up. 

“Always! Even if you decide you want to own a cow farm in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be cheering you on.” She giggles, causing the young girl to smile widely. “Here. Let me do something to your hair.”

She sits straighter as Tyler stands up from her kneeling position. She grabs the hairbrush and starts brushing the top of her hair back, being mindful of the athletic headband. 

“Olive Hoover? Are you the family?” The lady with the headset from earlier calls out. 

Tyler ignores her and puts Olive’s hair into a half updo, braiding the long hair falling from it. She grabs a hair tie just as Sheryl, Richard and Dwayne approach them. As she starts tying off the braid, Sheryl kneels down with a small smile. 

“Thanks, Ty.” She then looks at her daughter. “Olive, it’s time. Okay?”

She nods slightly, letting Tyler finish her hair. 

“We gotta go now.” The lady says, bouncing in her spot. 

“Hold on. Olive, look at me.” Sheryl says, softly. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. If you want to sit this one out, it’s totally fine by us. We’re proud of you anyway.”

The young girl thinks to herself for a moment, ignoring the lady with the headset as she tries to rush them. She then takes off her glasses and puts her top hat on. She stands up and looks up at Tyler who has a smile on her face. The older teenager puts her thumbs up, silently encouraging her. 

“Thanks, Ty.” She smiles, silently informing her that her words helped her decision before taking the assistant's hand. 

They begin to walk away and her family watches nervously. They watch as she gets smaller and smaller.

“Good luck, honey!” Sheryl calls out.

They rush out of the hallway and to the auditorium, where Frank is waiting outside. Wanting to make it to their seats to see the young girl, they run toward the door.

“Is she going on?” Frank asks, running up to them as Sheryl opens the door. 

“She’s going on.” Dwayne says, following his family.

“Yeah.” Richard says at the exact same time as his stepson. 

The five of them rush to their seats, just as the current contestant leaves the stage. Moving to their seats Dwayne, Tyler, Frank, Sheryl then Richard sit down in that order. 

“You’ve been a patient audience tonight! We have one more contestant and then we’ll be crowning our winner! Please give a warm welcome to…” The host says, pulling out a cue card from his pocket. “Miss Olive Hoover!”

The audience starts clapping, but half of them don’t care so they’re half-assed. The young girl slowly steps into the spotlight, glancing around for her family. When she spots them, she looks at the host, waving him over. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispers but she gently tilts the microphone to her mouth. 

“I’d like to dedicate this to my Grandpa, who showed me these moves…” She trails off. 

“Awe! That’s sweet! Is he here? Where’s your Grandpa right now?” He asks, holding the microphone out.

“In the trunk of our car.” She admits, causing the host to laugh nervously, not understanding. 

The room is completely silent while the Hoover family glances around, hoping no one would question her statement. 

“Okay…Well take it away, Olive!” The host says, rushing off the stage. 

She turns away from the audience and waits for the music to start playing. Over the speakers, Super Freak by Rick James starts playing. Tyler’s eyes widen slightly as she glances at her boyfriend who is very confused. Olive starts dancing, putting her hands in the air. Just as the lyrics start, she begins to spank herself as she wiggles her butt. 

Frank nods his head, laughing to himself in disbelief. They should have realized ahead of time that Grandpa was the one that taught her how to dance so it had to be some kind of outrageous routine. Olive turns around and tosses her hat toward the host before she starts walking toward the audience. 

Almost immediately with the beat, she tears her pants off, revealing red shorts. Her family’s eyes widened, realizing what Grandpa had indeed taught her. He taught her to strip as her routine.

“Is she?” Tyler whispers to Dwayne as she watches. 

“Yep…”

She glances around the audience and bites her lip at the only one enjoying this. Miss California is dancing to herself, smiling, excited for Olive’s dancing skills. They decide to just let Olive…be Olive. She’s having fun and she’s smiling up a storm. How can they take this away from her? Some girls get up and start walking out of the auditorium, angering Dwayne and Tyler.      

This seven year old is having fun just being herself and they’re going to leave? What the hell? People start yelling insults at the young girl who continues to dance, confused. 

“What are they doing?” Frank asks, angrily. “I’ll kill them.”

Wanting his niece to feel better, he stands up and begins to clap to the beat of the music. At this moment, Olive takes off her tie and rips off her shirt, revealing a black tank top, continuing her dance. Richard stands up and begins to clap with his brother-in-law, knowing his daughter is having fun. Sheryl stands up and starts clapping, following her husband’s involvement. 

Tyler, smiling to herself, stands up and dances to herself, excited about the random turn that this trip had taken. Dwayne also leaves his seat, and starts throwing his fist in the air, dancing along as well. Embarrassed and angry, Ms. Jenkins stands up from the judges table and walks over to Richard and Sheryl. 

“What is your daughter doing?” 

Richard grins and continues to clap. “She’s kicking ass - is what she’s doing.”

Ms. Jenkins did not like his answer. She walks straight over to Kirby, who is manning the sound booth, dancing slightly. 

“Turn it off!” She yells at him. 

“What?”  

“Turn the music off!”

“What?” He yells back, pretending not to hear her and turns the music up. 

The audience is split. Some mothers and daughters are leaving, not wanting to watch the seven year old dance, while others like Miss California and a Biker are bobbing their heads, enjoying the show. Ms. Jenkins walks straight to the host and demands him to get off the stage. 

“Hey! Don’t you touch her!” He yells before rushing to the stage.

Sheryl gasps and covers her mouth, moving toward the aisle. Frank and Dwayne, who gently pushed past his girlfriend, rush to each side of the stage to be there in case Richard gets overtaken. Richard leaps on the stage as the host tries to grab Olive’s arm. He jumps on his back and practically piggy-back rides him until they get to the side of the stage. 

“Keep dancing, honey!” He calls out to his daughter who is slightly frightened. 

She glances toward her mother and Tyler who are both standing in the aisle with smiles on their faces. She continues her routine, still nervous. Richard disentangles himself from the host and shrugs off stagehands, watching his daughter dance. 

“Get your daughter off the stage now!” Ms. Jenkins snaps. “I will not have her ruin my show!”

He hesitates and nods, understanding where she’s coming from. He sighs and starts walking  onto the stage, calling her name. Olive continues to dance but looks up at her father confused. He then glances toward the judge who is staring at him. Not wanting to hurt his daughter’s feelings, he grins to himself and puts his hands behind his head, flapping them.

He’s dancing! Tyler and Sheryl start laughing as they realize what’s going on. He’s not getting her off the stage! On his face is a large, defiant, fuck-you smile as he looks at Ms. Jenkins as he continues to dance with his daughter. Enjoying this new kind of Richard, Frank jumps onto the stage and starts dancing as well, smirking at the angry lady at the side of the stage. 

Following his uncle’s lead, Dwayne jumps onto the stage. He looks at his girlfriend before putting his fists out and thrusting his hips, a serious yet funny look on his face.

Tyler and Sheryl laugh even harder at the sight before them as Kirby turns the music all the way up to ten. Her mother figure looks at her with a wide smile. 

“Come on.”

“Me too?” Tyler raises an eyebrow, slightly confused. 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” Sheryl grins.

She then grabs the teenager's arm before they both run to the stage, running straight toward Olive who is smiling widely at them. Together, the six of them dance to the music in random and embarrassing ways. Dwayne even grabs his girlfriend’s hand and twirls her around in a circle before dipping her, both laughing. 

Suddenly the rest of the family, including Olive, hold hands, forming a circle around the couple, as they begin to jump around. Soon the music comes to an end and the family is laughing until they realize the room is almost completely silent. They look around, nervously until Miss California and Kirby, along with random audience members clap for their performance. 

They giggle slightly before smiling as the biker that Richard talked with earlier that afternoon stands up. 

“Yeah!!” He throws his hands up. “Alright!!!”

Turns out Ms. Jenkins called the police. The family are sitting outside the hotel office, embarrassed. Sheryl and Tyler are looking around the hallway while Richard, Frank and Dwayne are staring down at the floor. Olive is still in her costume, swinging her legs, still not understanding what happened. While they wait for the officer to talk to Ms. Jenkins, Tyler elbows Sheryl, capturing her attention. 

The older woman looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. Tilting her head, Tyler gestures discreetly toward a box sitting on a table a few feet away. Inside are pageant materials - trophies, sashes, and tiaras. Both females smirk at one another, a plan forming in their minds. A few seconds later, the office door opens and the officer walks out, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Okay, you’re out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California again.” He glances between each family member. “Ever.”

Frank nods and looks toward his sister, “I think we can live with that…”

Sheryl shakes her head in disbelief but nods. “Alright.”

He lets them stand but turns away, not catching Tyler grabbing something from the box on the table. They all walk out to the bus, bags in their hands. Richard had fixed the door earlier than he called the funeral home so it’s attached to the car once again. He opens the trunk and everyone notices that Grandpa is gone, leaving only the hospital sheet. 

“Olive…” Richard says, folding it up. “Grandpa would’ve been really proud of you.”

“Yeah! You were great!” Sheryl says, kissing her head. 

“You were beyond great.” Frank continues, smiling. 

“You were incredible.” Dwayne says, grinning as he helps put the bags in the trunk.

“You were the best one there!” Tyler says, kneeling in front of her. “Which is why…”

She pulls out the item she stole from the beauty pageant box. A tiara. Olive gasps loudly and covers her mouth. Richard, Frank and Dwayne are shocked by the item in her hand but Sheryl and Tyler are grinning up a storm, their plan complete. 

“Ty! Where did you get that?” The seven year old asks, looking at her.

“I told you I believed in you as long as you believe in yourself. And you did so your mom and I decided to do something special for you, knowing you should have won.” She says, not telling her the truth that they stole it. 

“Thank you!!” She throws her arms around the teenager’s neck, hugging her tight.

She laughs and hugs her, pressing a kiss against her temple. 

“Come on, Miss Hoover…” Tyler says, putting the tiara on her head. “Your chariot awaits!”

Once again, they all are forced to push the bus since there is no hill. Richard climbs in first with Olive jumping in a second later, scooting to the window as she makes sure her tiara is on her head. Laughing, Sheryl runs and jumps in, always loving the adrenaline. As the bus rolls, they start approaching another toll booth where Ms. Jenkins is handing over her pass. 

Frank jumps into the seat next to Olive without Dwayne's help. Tyler laughs and runs around the bus, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s uncle’s hands as he helps her into the bus. Just before they hit Ms. Jenkin’s car, Dwayne jumps in and Richard drives the bus around the toll building into the opposite toll gate bar, breaking it into pieces. 

The family laughs at the look at the woman’s face as they drive by. They all calm down, still smiling at the day's events. Everything started off shitty with Grandpa passing away and them stealing his body but ended with the family finally coming together as one. Richard realized that his family is way more important than his stupid Nine Steps. 

Frank realized that he does have someone who cares about him. His own family who he didn’t see for years. The young teenagers are finally together and are happily in love. Olive and Sheryl are almost the same, just happy that everything is amazing. On their ride to the next hotel, Richard glances in the rearview mirror to see Dwayne with his arm around Tyler’s shoulder as they look out the side window. 

“Dwayne, Ty, I don’t want grandkids yet. So if you two are going to continue to sleep in the same bed, be careful.”

Their faces immediately turn beat red, blushing at his words, knowing they're not ready for that stage in their relationship yet.

“Richard!” Sheryl laughs. “They’re only been together for a day! Let them enjoy their relationship before you start talking about grandkids. Besides, Frank is going to be in the room!”

“He won’t always be there!” He laughs, glancing back at the kids who are hiding their faces in embarrassment but they’re still smiling. 

“Wait!” Olive turns around to look at her brother and his girlfriend. “You’re dating?!”

Dwayne nods, grinning down at Tyler who looks up at him. He leans down and kisses her head, holding her close to him. 

“Now, who wants ice cream?” Richard glances into the rearview mirror.

The next day, the Hoover family are home, relaxing after their adventure. Frank is in the living room with Olive, helping her come up with a different routine she could do for a pageant. Sheryl is helping Richard find an actual job so he can stop all these ‘get rich quick’ scams. Tyler and Dwayne are in his bedroom - the door wide open - as they read together. 

He’s up leaning against the headboard, reading a book that his girlfriend had on the windowsill. Tyler is laying between his legs with her head against his chest, reading her own book. His fingers are running through her hair as he looks away from his book. He grins to himself, happy that Frank helped him gain the courage to ask her out. 

“I love you.” He whispers, watching her.

She looks up, a smile appearing on her face. “I love you too, Dwayne.”

He leans down and kisses her forehead, holding her close to him as he looks back at his book, content with his life now.

[rayniscatstatue]

Stellarlune unpack with me

Sophie is done, she needs therapy

Keefe come back, please

Sophie and Ro one bed trope… slay

Dadwin was only there for a few chapters. Shannon fix this. What is wrong with you?!

Ro should’ve punched Cassius in the face… Sophie has my back

Let Sophie burn things

That fight within the entire group. Nah uh, I’m not having it

Tam vs Linh?????

What crack is Shannon on to make her do that?!

It must be a high dose whatever she is on. Like girly what? Give us back the twins as twins. Twins deserve to be bestie twins. We also deserve bestie twins

Tam sticking up for Sophie

Cue me and my fake dating Sotam au where they fake date just to piss of Fitz and add more chaos to the group

I am living for platonic Sotam

I eat that shit up

No but Sophie and Tam vs everyone

Literally everyone hates the pettiness duo. It’s Snarky Sophie and Spiteful Tam

Just Sophie and Tam being besties and glaring at everyone

Enough about platonic Sotam, we will get back to that later

Linh just stop

I want the old Linh back, she literally carried books 5-8

Stina’s redemption is just down the drain…

I think Shannon mopped it up or licked it up, who knows?

Fitz needs to be angry

Let the child be angry but still be Sophie’s friend!

Chapter 23 tho!!!!

Sophie fawning over Keefe the entire chapter and finally realising her feelings

But also Ro leaving the chapter before

The Glimmer reveal

Like Rayni sounds so hot

Time to count how many people want to marry her

And that she doesn’t regret being in the Neverseen. Girlboss

Rayni is a girlboss

Say it with me, Rayni is a girlboss

Tiergan adopting all the gay kids

He is that meme of “how many kids do you have?” “Biologically, legally or emotionally?”

Tiergan is done with this hetro shit

He must want to quit teaching Sophie and Fitz at this point

The “Stop calling us Fitzphie!” Damn

Like dude you literally still have a crush on her…

Rayni is what made that book not boring

She made that meeting happen

Dex and Biana are totally dating but haven’t told anyone

You can’t convince me otherwise but their is chemistry between the 2, and it is getting spicy

Like they are getting along too well

Dexiana is sailing

Wylie stop being a fucking council stan

I am begging you Wylie!

Your dads taught you better

Btw, Tiergan and Prentice are the closest to canonically in love we will ever get!

Sophie snapping at Oralie

Dex must be there for that drama because damn, Sophie hates that girly

Just calm down a bit

And Sophie’s new attitude is slay

Marella putting gold in her hair

If that doesn’t tell you that she is head over heels in love with Linh then I don’t know what will

I ship it

Okay but the Jensi appearance

Sophie and Jensi besties

No, Sophie, Tam and Jensi as the new trio!

Jensi is gay tho, you can tell

Okay now the meeting! Rayni slay the day you absolute queen

Sophie with her entire plan

Rayni feeding Tam when his stomach growled will never be forgotten

The Trix and Rayni friendship

Tam stopping Sophie from having a panic attack because of Vespera!

Tam would honestly be an amazing friend

Trix outing Keefe for being fake with the Neverseen! Like Keefe is really an idiot

No but Maruca and her “is that true?”’s to Tam

Girly was shook

Sophie and Tam showing up to Dex’s in the middle of the night with a forbidden spy ball with ways to get Keefe back

Dex would’ve screamed

What if it was Juline that opened the door to Sophie and Tam?

Also Biana was missing

She literally just disappeared throughout that book

No but you can tell Sophie and Tam annoyed Dex so much while he was rigging the Spy ball

He wanted to slap them

Also Bex and Lex annoying them

Also poor Rex

Save Rex petition

I don’t like Shannon for that one

Then when they jumped out a window to flee to London and drag Keefe back

Sophie, Dex and Tam slayed

Then how Tam wishes Linh was there

Okay In the hotel, the “Foster?” As Sophie literally hug-tackled Keefe

Should’ve bitch slapped him tho

How Keefe was trying to take his shirt off for Tam, like you are gay

Dex standing there

Poor Dex

Also Tam just standing there

Poor Dex and Tam

Then them going back to Havenfeild

Edaline hugging Keefe!!!!

Also Keefe having presents ready to give to Sophie because of what he did

That’s what you get for running away

I want to see Sophie, Dex and Tam babysitting the triplets

Even Sophie and Dex babysitting them would be amazing

Oh my god, the kiss

The kiss guys

Sophie and Keefe finally kissed and Fitz was salty about it

Also both of them caring about each others feelings

Keefe calling Sophie “Sophie” during the confession

Fitz is salty

Like “You kissed him, you didn’t even kiss me” *wah wah wah*

Fitz is acting like a toddler that got his toy confiscated from him

Calm down dude

The damn hairpin was in Biana’s jewellery box, that was Biana’s plot point in the entire book at this point

Then Tam chaperoning Dex and Biana

He knew that Sokeefe happened so he had to move onto Dexiana

Keefe teasing Sophie

Like he really wants to kiss her in the moment

Then Keefe coming along with Sophie to make sure she is safe

That is like Sophie stopping Keefe from going to Ravagog in book 4

Sophie, Keefe, Marella, Maruca and Fitz at it

Gisela bowing up Vespera so she doesn’t have to confess her love for her

Taking notes

Then Elysian

Elysian neutrals

Like Damn girly, that cliffhanger…

And why hasn’t Ro came back yet…?

[mongo-the-liensis]

Most chaotic team up: Carl, Lucia and Prepotente.

Carl and Prepotente are frenemies who kinda sorta hate each other but not really. Strongly dislike one another, and Prepotente has threatened Carl and Carl is a dick to Prepotente but when push comes to shove they're allies.

Carl and Lucia... I honestly have no idea what would happen, Lucia hates Donut but idk how she feels about Carl (he is Donut's closest companion though) plus Carl is planning on killing her other dog but maybe if that mind controlling dog died she would actually be grateful idk. Oh yeah, they're also both absolutely mental.

Lucia and Prepotente... they would definitely be such assholes to each other but I don't know if that would escalate into a fight. Honestly I have less of an idea than I have with Carl, this duo is a complete wildcard.

But they're three of the top crawlers and Lucia has helped recently and maybe she might join Carl's faction I honestly have no idea (I'm waiting for the full release/not following the patreon of the in progress book 7). I just know this trio would be chaos and that I'll SCREAM if it actually happens

[starsonistlove]

My list of: The fanfics ever (fandom mix)

Not organised in any particular order.  

All on ao3  (shoves ff.net fics back into the closet).

Doing most of this by memory, sorry if I get anything wrong!(It got very late whilst I was making this so I probably missed a lot) Remember to check tags and chapter notes for content warnings. Enjoy!(pls rec me fics if you like these I need more)

Merlin

Next to You(It's the Rule) by LunaMyLove

A 5+1 fic                                                                                                Centred around the idea of Merlin being treated like the queen by everyone in Camelot, (and the rest of Albion). Lots of shenaniganry and laughs, generally pretty light hearted. 

Lot’s of laughs, I love these vibes.

Court Sorcerer Merlin, Lancelot lives, good Mordred, eventual Morgana redemption. 

Ships: Merthur, Gwencelot

Status: Complete

Interperspective by SnufflesThePig

Reaction fic!!!                                                                                                    Arthur, the knights(- Mordred), Hunith, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana and Merlin are trapped in a cave by magic to watch the show, + some extra original scenes. 

Author will never stop waxing poetic about Colin Morgan, and I will not ask them too.

Lancelot lives, eventual Morgana redemption, Magic reveal, Scar reveal, Arthur glasses, art.

Ships: Merthur, Morgwen

Status: Updated 19-08-22

Harry Potter

Time to take a chance by Bookworms75

Reaction fic!!                                                                                                    Set in GoF before the champions are chosen, the entirety of hogwarts (+extras) get the chance to read books from the future. 

Gotta love some incompetent adults, with a side of ✨feelings✨

Dursley abuse revealed, books affect the mc, parseltongue Harry, protective golden trio.

Ships: n/a

Status: Updated 05-02-21 

Minecraft

Tommyinnit 3 ends and 2 beginnings by 47bats

Another Reaction fic! (you seein a pattern yet?)                                           Most of the dsmp get pulled into a theatre by Drista a few weeks after Tommy’s death in the prison, to watch the server’s history through the youngest member’s eyes. 

Made me feel many emotions.

author is a Tommy apologist, suicidal Tommy, protective Ranboo, protective Puffy, protective fiancés, abusive Pogtopia!Wil, family!sbi, exile revealed, Jackmanifold apology 

Ships: n/a

Status: Autor took it down, anon account posted a copy. incomplete.

Ours poetica by zeeskeit

Highschool au                                                                                                Tommy is in high school, he is also, unbeknownst to his family, a poet in a slam poetry team

One of many fics that have succesfully made me cry

neglective!sbi, family!sbi, protective benchtrio, protective Puffy and Sam, big brother dream.

Ships: n/a

Status: Updated 02-09-22

A wilderness you kind of miss by Drhair76

IRL Magic Benchtrio!                                                                                        Real life setting with magic!! bench trio are the sun, earth and moon and they are soulmates.

This author has made me cry many times they are sooo talented.

Protective benchtrio, protective Wilbur, wind goddess, lovejoy!, inhuman!Ash lovejoy.

Ships: n/a

Status: Series; 9, incomplete

from ice to water by Drhair76 and plantform 

Winter Olympics! au                                                                                        Figure skater Tommy with a shitty coach gets adopted by a bunch of ice hockey players and some snowboarders, +his healing arc afterwards.

Made me sob, many times, I love every part of this au I could sing it’s praises forever they included so many characters, and all of them are amazing.

Protective pretty much everyone, healing arc, asthmatic Tommy

Ships: n/a

Status: Series; 11, incomplete

Human error by teeth_eater

Space/aliens au                                                                                              Tommy is a human in space and he ends up on the sbi ship and they +Tubbo become a family breaking all of the space laws. 

Really creative and sweet, with a side of angst. Also the details of all the alien species is so cool

Found family, eventual Ranboo, 5+1, space culture!!

Ships: n/a

Status: Series; 12, incomplete

My Hero Academia

Reconcile by whatagoodegg

Shigaraki and Midoriya! trapped together. I love this duo so much, they have so much potential, and them scheming and causing chaos is amazing.

VERY TIRED ERASERHEAD, ALSO VERY BAD AFO, Mido bending reality casually, ofa reveal(i think)

Ships: n/a

Status: Complete, sequel on the way.

Paint me in trust by dinomight

SOULMATES(NON ROMANTIC)                                                                      People who love you leave a coloured mark on your skin on first contact!! Starts off very sad, but ends very sweat. Overall adorable one-shot

Ships: n/a

Status: complete

Throw a chair through a window and call it a day by jaded_ghoster

PRINCIPLE ERASERHEAD WITH ASSISTANT IZUKU                                  I love this fic, it’s pure chaos the whole way through Nezu leaves for a week on business, Aizawa and Midoriya are left to rule the school as they see fit whilst he’s away.

Terrifying midoriya, notebooks galore, discrimination acknowledgment

Ships: n/a

Status: Complete, sequel in progress

Area cryptid upset no-one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

Amnesiac Dabi Possibly one of my fav fics of all time just for how unaware the lov is of the destruction they are causing, poor hawks is along for the ride and suffering for it. Dabi doesn’t know who he is, the lov is determined to figure it out.

HPSC exposed, unintentional vigilante lov, todoroki family chaos

 Ships: DabiHawks

Status: Complete

I am their emotional support dad and my demands are by Otaku6337

DADZAWA Literally just Aizawa getting his students therapy and the trauma support accommodations they need. Really short and sweet, with chaos vibes

DADZAWA ALERT

Ships: n/a

Status: Complete

Izuku's project by redanick

Endeavor gets rekt, statistics style Izuku get’s very sleep deprived and puts together a monster document of all the reasons endeawhore is a bitch without exposing the abuse and then ruins this man. I live for endeavor getting rekt by protective mido.

everyone is scared of the bush and RIGHTFULLY SO

Ships: n/a

Status: Complete

Lifeline by SilvermistAnimeLover

Kidzuku kidnapped 12yo Mido gets kidnapped but they miss his phone so he stays on call with Detective Tsukauchi, Eraserhead and Mic the whole time, til they rescue him.

Smart mido, kind of inventor midoriya, protective adults 

Ships: Erasermic

Status: Complete

Paper Agency by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Never went to UA Midoriya+ Hero course graduate Shinsou Shindeku, quirkless Midoriya and parental erasermic. 

Need I say more?

Ships: Shindeku, EraserMic

Status: Complete

Apex predator by  silver jackdaw (cizzi)

SUPER GENIUS MIDO So much happens in this fic it’s hard to describe. Early shindeku friendship, Endeavor/Mineta/HPSC/Aldera exposed, Bakugo redemption, big brother Touya Todoroki, adoptive dad all might, kind of nice Sir Nighteye, deku/momo friendship, lov redemption /rehabilitation.

Ships: DabiHawks, Miruko/Fuyumi, TodoDeku, Tsuchako, Erasermic, Rei/Compress

Status: Updated 03-01-21

The Magicians

take the pieces and build them skywards by alasse

Hedge witches Q and Julia Q gets memory wiped but Julia reminds him of magic and the open their own hedge coven together.

Ships: Queliot

Status: Complete

The Umbrella Academy

Where the lonely make the lonely feel less lonely by grumpyhedgehogs

Pre canon fix-it Viktor becomes a local super hero through the power of empathy and reconnects with all their siblings years before the apocalypse.

apocolypse prevented, shitty sir hargreeves, early power reveal, eventual 5, siblings living together 

PRE VIKTOR’S TRANSITION 

Ships: n/a

Status: Complete

Make me your bomb by Uniasus

Post season 3 Viktor is forcefully given his powers back by the creator of the universe in the hargreeves universe for the purpose of causing the apocalypse.

Universal reset, Allison bashing, Hargreeves sibling shenaniganry 

Ships: Klave, Sloane/Luther, Liego, Viktor/Sissy

Status: Complete

Tethered mind free from the lies by meliebee

Deaf!Viktor Time travel prevents the season 1 apocalypse, Viktor goes deaf and starts their life over in a new apartment away from their siblings. 

Viktor’s healing arc, eventually Klaus’ as well, consequences being dealt with, eventual communication.

PRE VIKTOR’S TRANSITION

Ships: Viktor/fem!oc

Status: Complete

Might add more to this as I remember things (lemme know if I need to change the tags, or if I’ve made a horrible mistake somewher)

[avidreader1234]

Little AU part 1/2 (It's the part Seek, Dupe, Figure, and Snare sell weed.)

A young man helped load a box of the green plant into the back of the green jeep as the inky being pulled on a bright yellow hood over her head.

Behind the duo loading up the plant was a taller man, with bandages thrown over his eyes, reading a braille book as he tilted his head over.

'Hal, Andi, Tom, I could hear you, ya know. You three never go without one another, and I could hear your vacuum cleaner noise, Andi.'

'Aw, man.' Said the little girl, who peeped out from the door. The floating ink goober pushed the boy wearing a green and pink T-shirt from out of the hiding spot.

'Screech! You dummy!' The boy said, fixing his ventilator, and it made the vacuum cleaning noise.

The young man sighed. 'Is it about the outside world again? It's dangerous out there, and you three,' the man pointed to the trio of kids, 'did not perfect your human disguises yet. I'd rather we be safe in this hotel than outside. Why don't you go bother Rushlet?'

'But Jason!' The inky child retorted, 'why can Ernie go outside?'

'Tom, we are squeezing time. We need to sell this weed to stoners before any invaders may get in.' The tall man replied, 'we can ask mom. She might let you three kids to human school once you look like humans.'

'Screech, come on.' Said the girl, 'we can go pester Dread.'

'Haltie, Bushy!'

'Tom, I will tear your tendrils.' Ambush glared a dagger into the smaller kid, 'Hey, Hal, do you want to watch frozen in your pocket dimention?'

The girl smiled and dragged the duo away from the greenhouse. 'Figgy, I'm getting Dupe. He's on driving duty. After that, we can go read books in your library.'

The young adult happily smiled at the girl as she melted into a puddle, and within seconds, a very dizzy David came out of the ground with her.

'Serena, you are a bitch.' Dupe said, as the girl gave him a shit eating grin.

'David, Serena, what happened?' An older person appeared from the end of the greenhouse, with a head that was glowing red like blood.

'Dad, Seekling dragged me in her pocket dimension again!' Dupe whined, as the red light tapped his shoulder.

'Dad, it's Dupe's turn to drive.' Serena said, pulling on the hood, 'and good ol' Morty ain't waiting for his weed.'

'How about I drive you kids out, and I go on a grocery run myself. Your mum ran out of pasta and milk.'

'Can I come along?'

'No, Tom!' The red light shouted, 'go prank someone with Jack and Becca, or just help your mother clean and fix up the rooms for the next potential invader.'

The Screech looked at its father and gave him the puppy eyes. But ever since fathering, what, 15 children, he's been immune to that.

'Tom, go help mom, okay, I promise I'll come back with things for everyone. Now go unleash chaos, son.'

The Screech happily left the room as the father led his eldest children to the elevator that was at door 100.

'Human disguises?'

'Check.' Serena said, holding its human skin disguise and shoving it over the Snare's head, covering his inhuman green skin. She then put on a mask that covered her one eye.

'Coins and knobs for general purposes like water and transport?'

'Yup!'

The man gave the teens a signal, and all of them pressed the big, red button at the elevator, taking them to the parking lot.

'Remember, what do we say when a cop shows up at your stall?'

'I invoke the fifth, and we are selling tea.' Said the inky black girl, who had now looked like a normal girl. 

'Okay, let's go.' Said the Dad, as his daughter hopped on the green jeep and started the vehicle. The three boys sat at the back as the car started and left the building. 

The four teens dropped their father off at a grocery shop as they made their way to the alley.

Within minutes, a young redhead appeared. '3 pounds, under Ms G. Weaselton, I'm distributing to a British school.' The buyer said, a hood covering her face, but not her fiery red hair.

'Here, and keep it a secret.'

'The people that are buying from me get discounts. How much?'

'30 of the bronze coins you carry.'

'Mind I convert it to 1 bronze coin and 1 sliver coin?'

'You have a deal.' Serena told the girl, as she took out a sliver coin and a bronze coin.

David took the coins and handed her the box, which she tied to the end of her broomstick and flew off.

It just went on and on, the girl and her 3 brothers selling the stock within an hour, making a total of 300 dollars and the coins the girl with fiery hair gave them.

'Okay, that's a wrap. 75 percent to the family fund... here's 50 dollars to distribute among the 4 of us and 25 dollars for gas.' Said Jason, smiling at his sister as she put away the 50 dollar bill and put the rest into a bag.

Then, they drove home, had a shower, and went downstairs to have dinner.

Dinner, like every other night, consists of some curry beans, some remaining human flesh from the last invader, and vegetables grown straight from Snare's garden.

That night was not as peaceful as they expected.

[neodracunyan]

If Y/n (SMG5) and Mario were in Bloody Bunny

ALT:

This is a book cover of Y/n and Mario's adventure in the Bloody Bunny Universe as the comedic duo as well as Tails Doll end up frozen solid in a freezer after an evil sentient doll started causing mayhem upon the Earth and wiping out humanity only for Y/n, Mario and Tails Doll to be the only people to be ones to survive the chaos.

Eventually, the three of them woke up 500 years in the future, where the evil dolls took over the entire planet that is ruled by an evil group called the Dark Bosses and the two of them need to find a way back home in the present day to stop the evil doll from taking over the world to save the future and prevent the evil future from ever happening.

Luckily for them, the trio got some help from the resistance team led by the heroic Bunny plushie with a blade named Bloody Bunny and her little sister, Mumu to help them get back home and stop the Dark Bosses from their evil reign of terror once and for all.

Based and Inspired by Bloody Bunny: The First Blood

Suggested by pickychut_the_doll for this amazing idea of a SMG4 x Bloody Bunny crossover story.

[y-rhywbeth2]

@theannoyingurge What book mentions Bane landing meeting Bhaal first? For some reason I thought it was Myrkul but I like this history better.

Jergal: Lord of the End of Everything by Eric L Boyd (and George Krashos). Technically a DMs Guild entry, but it's written by two long-time Realms authors and apparently has the thumbs up from Ed Greenwood (who has said multiple times that Jergal is a shifty bastard and the Dead Three are his pawns). So good enough.

'Eric L Boyd and George Krashos are the reigning lorelords of Jergal' - Ed Greenwood

Basically while Jergal is shopping around for weapons in the shape of mortal pawns he singles out Bane (as above), who was part of a giant army from Abeir that the Netherese enclave of Rdiuz accidentally let loose and recruited against another divine army they'd pissed off by looting the graves of gods. And then:

'The second [mortal pawn] was Arabhal, who served the Crown-Sorcerers of Rdiuz as chief assassin and spymaster. The duo were tasked with scouting the rilmani armies periodically to gain intelligence and soon formed an alliance of sorts based on mutual regard for their respective skills and ruthlessness.'

Bane loves wearing black and violence murder. Bhaal loves wearing black and violence and murder. What more do you need.

At some unspecified date between -461 to -371 DR - towards the end of the giant mess of a war involving hubristic wizards, angry gods, and other angry gods, and various denizens of other planes who don't like having portals opened in their homes and armies marched through, and the phaerimm casting the lifedrain spell that turns all of the empire into a hostile desert and crashes several cities - many Netherese say 'fuck this' and get out of Netheril before it all goes to shit. Bane and Bhaal, as he will become known in the lands outside of his homeland, among them.

'In the Year of the Seven Tines (-365 DR), the pair began to experience a series of visions (given unto them in the form of restless nightmares while they slept by Jergal). These nightmares revealed clues to the location of seven iron daggers scattered across Faerûn. The two saw visions of themselves gathering up the weapons to slaughter three primordials: Borem of the Lake of Boiling Mud, Camnod the Unseen, and Maram of the Great Spear [Bane's old master].'The Lord of the End of Everything perceived the unleashed primordials as a potential threat to his revised Ascension ritual, and he saw Bane and Bhaal as agents to eliminate that concern.'

Following these visions they eventually find their way to the home of a lich called Urgund Mezeketh - one of Bhaal's old bosses - where they meet this nerd:

'As Bane and Bhaal scouted the Tower of Mezeketh in the Year of Boiling Mud (-359 DR), they encountered Myrkul Bey al-Kursi, Crown Prince of Murghom, who had left his homeland years prior seeking to attain the power that the throne of a vassal state of Mulhorand could not provide. The trio, who came to be known as the Dark Three, agreed to work together to defeat Mezeketh, which they did through a potent combination of clandestine investigation [Bhaal], brute force [Bane], and powerful magic [Myrkul], leaving his tower in ruins. Myrkul then claimed the scepter of the sorcerer-kings, while Bane and Bhaal claimed Urgund’s phylactery and the Jathiman dagger.'

(respectively, I assume)

Shenanigans and widespread disasters to follow. Or as the text words it; 'unleashing chaos and misery.'

Also this nonsense, which sums up their future jobs and also the mental image amuses me:

'Haask returned triumphantly to the keep to feast and rest. Inside, the priest-king was stunned to discover two grim looking humans — Bane and Myrkul—sitting nonchalantly upon his giant-crafted throne. Before Haask could react, Bhaal appeared behind the priest-king, driving [his dagger] through his back and into his heart.'

One thing I always wonder about the idea where Bane was originally from Abeir -

'The first [mortal to catch Jergal's eye] was a human slave warrior in the service of Maram whose skill and prowess was so puissant that he was known as the “Bane of the Ancients” on the world of Abeir.' - Lord of the End of Everything

- is the possible culture shock and confusion in discussions during their adventuring days. Magic is weird here. What's a Weave. Why are the gods so present here. Why is the sky so obnoxiously colourful. Why are the drow walking around in the sunlight not stabbing people (what's an 'elf'??) Hmm. Bhaal knew him the longest, did he have to help with language barriers?

Bane: 'The Nardark.' Myrkul: 'The What.' Bhaal: 'I think he means Underdark.'

On the other side of the equation are the Torilian Bhaal and Myrkul:

Bhaal: 'What in the Nine Hells is a dragonborn?' Bane: 'Do you people not have dragonborn?' Myrkul: 'You mean half-dragons?' Bane: 'No.' Bhaal: 'So lizard men?' Bane: 'No. More dragon-like.' Bhaal: '...Tall kobolds?' Bane: 'nO.'

[sufjanoflove]

Yours, I am | Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento x reader 💗💗💗

Synopsis: A family beach day, y/n remembering how Nanami stole her heart ♡

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst (from memories), and adorable Yuuji ♡

About the song: It played while I began writing, and it’s super beautiful. Makes me think of the family vacationing somewhere on a quiet beach in Brazil ♡

The beach, the sounds it creates, the smell, the wind, everything of this atmosphere brought out your happiness. That, plus the man standing in front of you, your husband. In all his glory, towered over you, soaking from the sea’s sparkling water, shades covering his eyes, and his lips in a smile.

As for you, you laid on your pink towel, umbrella providing shade, sunglasses on the bridge of your nose, and your two piece, red, his favorite color. He smiled down at you, admiring your face as it went from serious to happy to grinning.

“Ken!! You’re dripping water on the baby, and on my book!” Gently setting your book aside near Yuuji, away from the waterfall formed from Nanami. All you could hear was him laughing, causing you to stand and punch his collarbone, jokingly of course but you kind of meant it. The sun was setting, and the air was growing cold, the cold water on your son could make him sick and you didn’t want to take care of a sick baby on a vacation.

Catching your wrist, he pulled you into a kiss, arms soon on your sides to dip you towards the ground. He always knew how to break you, just by a kiss your mind forgot all your responsibilities, it made you turn into a blushing school girl.

Just like first year, through all the madness and chaos around you, and Haibara’s death breaking you, Nanami stayed for you. The trio became a duo, and without Haibara’s grinning face and laughter, you felt small but Nanami helped piece you back together, as a friend. It was something small and caring you’d think.

Geto, your boyfriend at the time, became distant, stopped displaying affection, and causing huge arguments between the two of you.

He’d never answer, the arguments were just you asking questions, him not answering, you getting angry and then he’d explode leaving you empty. Of course Gojo, Utahime, and Shoko would be there by your side but everything was too much to handle. Shortly after, Geto killed a whole town of people, including his beloved parents and disappeared, leaving you in despair. “It’s a shame, I really loved you, Suguru.”

Nanami was always the one who was there for you, he was angry at Geto, angry at sorcerers, at the higher ups and was angry that it all had hurt you the most. He stayed by your side again, allowing you to soak him in your tears, allowing him to hear your thoughts, and allowing him to share his own thoughts.

Shortly, you developed a crush on him causing every little thing he did to make you turn red, every smile he gave made you forget the past, you took all the love you had for Suguru and handed it to Nanami, for him to worship and keep safe.

Quiet and stoic, but very mischievous Nanami Kento was (and still is), you were scared because even though he shared all his emotions, secrets, and confessions to you, you still didn’t know his true feelings. Were you family, did he like you also, was he just a friend?

Confusion ate at you so Utahime, took you on a little coffee date and lectured you. Literally lectured you like a mother does to a child, and it had took you by surprise, almost had you choking on your warm latte. She told you that you were dumb for not seeing the way Nanami glances at you, looks at you, and how he was with you.

“He’s in love with you, Y/n. You wondering if he likes you or not is so stupid!” She reached forward and grabbed your folded hands, “ask him out, and you’ll see.”

“Okay,” you’d sigh before looking up at her mischievously remembering how her and Gojo bicker, “When are you gonna ask out Gojo?”

She smacked your hands as you laughed, forgetting the small nerves you had.

With the small courage, from Utahime’s lecture, you finally spilled your truth to Nanami, pouring your heart out and what did he do? He kissed you with all he had, forcing you to become mush, literal mush. You were over the moon for the man, grabbing his hair, you forced him down even closer, the kiss becoming so disheveled and disoriented!

Ever since then, whenever you two argued over something small and idiotic, he’d give you a big kiss just like your first one, and you’d forget everything because you’d always become mush, your legs would always stop working, just like now.

Yet, this time you finally found strength in your body, wanting to tell him off for making you fall head over heels for him, even in this moment your anger washed away because he looked so sweet, godlike.

Finally breaking the kiss, you looked away “I hate how you make me feel.”

“Really?” He questioned softly, softly touching your jaw to make you look him in the eye, you being met with the most intense stare. His breath hitting your face, his most handsome face, and his soft smile made you break your façade you tried displaying.

“Nope!” You chirped, standing upright, clasping your hands behind his neck, “I lied, I’m so so so in love with you. I love you, Kento.” Pecking his entire face, making him chuckle.

“I love you too, Y/n.” He winced, causing you to look towards the pain spot and you found your hand and forearm leave a white spot on the skin from his collarbone to his nape,

“You’re sunburnt..” Narrowing your eyes, you glared, “did you not put sunblock on like I said to?” He shook his head, the water from his head flying towards you as you began to giggle, his hands on your waist to prevent you falling into your child, “Kento! Stop it!”

He shook his head again, with a little more force, wetting you like a wet dog after a shower. He liked your laugh, he liked the way your eyes would shut and your lashes would elongate, your lips would curl, and how your nose scrunched.

Your laughter like a siren’s song to a sailor, hypnotizing, he’d do anything to make you laugh, even if it meant ruining his image and being seen as silly instead of mysterious. He’d do anything for you, for Yuuji, for his family that he thanked the heaven and God above for sending him two angels into his life.

Your laughter died down, and the palm trees danced in the wind, the moon awakening, the wind blowing as it yawned. Nanami tucked your hair behind your ear so the wind wouldn’t blow at it, and you both smiled, giving each other another kiss.

You shivered, “It’s so chilly, let’s go back to our room, and I’ll help you with your sunburn.”

“Okay.” Nanami smiled, before packing up all your things from the beach, as you bent down near Yuuji, pick the little toddler up into your arms, grabbing the diaper bag as well.

“I want ice cream.” Yuuji said, rubbing his eyes. You and Nanami both looked at eachother with googly eyes as you both melted from his little, sweet voice. Even though the boy never stopped talking, never ran out of energy and could run around the whole world twice, you two still never got annoyed by him, he was your sweet angel that you and Nanami created.

Him asking for ice cream almost made you and your husband drop everything to get him that chocolate chip swirl on a waffle cone with extra sprinkles just by the way he’d asked. It’s like he knew what he was doing by rubbing his big eyes with his small little fists, in his sweet little voice.

“Anything for you lovey, I’ll buy you two, or three, as many as you want! You’re so cute!!” You gushed, kissing him all over his face. Despite him being only a year and a half, you’d always be carrying him, not wanting him to leave your arms.

“How about just three, so we can all have one.”

“STOP!!! YOU’RE SO CUTE!!” You shout, tickling the boy, all while Nanami lovingly stared at you both.

———

© sufjanoflove — all rights reserved to me, Leon, the author and creator of these works. do not claim/translate my work as yours on any platform.

Authors note: Please leave comments if you enjoyed, if I made an error, or to request!!! I love hearing your guys’ thoughts and reactions,

XOXO Leon 💋💋💋

[amora-ledezma]

Obey Me! Characters meeting Twisted Wonderland Characters

Request commented and made by @r4yyyyy

Hope it’s up to your standard<(^-^<)

May contain spelling errors. Maybe a bit OOC but eh.

Ace and Mammon

Riddle, Trey, and Lucifer already feel an headache coming-

At first they didn’t like each other all too much because both of them were glaring at each other every time the other interacted with Yuu or Yuki.

After confirming that no, the other isn’t trying to flirt with your best friend/human, they started to talk while Yuu and Yuki had to do something

And soon enough, Mammon was already asking Ace if he wanted to rob a bank.

And Ace being, well, Ace

Actually agreed to it, despite Deuce telling him that no, he shouldn’t do that unless they want both of their heads taken off by Riddle.

But Mammon persuaded Ace by telling him he, a demon, can easily defend both of them from Riddle, “just a human with magic” in his words.

Well, uh…

Not only did they fail to even get inside the bank, turns out Riddle’s collars affected demons way worst than humans.

Since demons don’t have a medium where magic flows out(ex. the magical pens NRC and probably RSA have) I’m going to take a guess that their magic circulates all over their body.

I’d compare their magic to like blood circulation or mana, so collaring Mammon would stop the magic from flowing into his head like blood would, making him light headed.

Now poor Ace has to deal with Riddle and Yuu’s anger.

In conclusion; chaos duo.

(Can be “chaos trio” but Deuce would probably refrain from interacting with those menaces)

Lucifer and Malleus

I’ve never heard silence quite this loud…

But once one of them decide to break the silence(probably by Malleus asking a question about something in Devildom that interested him) they’d probably exchange knowledge about their respective worlds.

“Overblots?” Lucifer would ask.

“Ah yes, I can see why someone would take interest in that, but first I should probably explain what exactly is ‘blot’.”

(Satan was interested too, he was probably eavesdropping)

The next time Yuu and Yuki see them both they’d be talking animatedly.

“Ohmygoshmyheart— why are they so handsome when they smile?!?!” Yuu and Yuki would collectively gush.

Sebek and Belphie

“Do you hate humans too?”

“Very much.”

And that sums up pretty much all their interactions.

But that’s because it’s the only thing they have in common.

If Sebek shouts and wakes up Belphie from his nap, hope to whatever deity they believe in the Valley of Thorns that Sebek gets back to Twisted Wonderland alive-

Someone get Beel and Silver to keep their brothers’ at bay.

Trey meeting Barbatos&Luke

Trey and Luke would get along immediately because of their interests in baking.

Barbatos was introduced to modern kitchen equipment and is absolutely fascinated.

Like Trey would show him a mixer and he’d be like “Dear Diavolo! You’re telling me I have been mixing things by hand when this contraption exists?!” and yes his eyes are indeed sparkling.

The fact that Devildom is actually behind modern technology is so hilarious to me-

All of them would exchange recipes.

Trey may or may not unofficially adopt/take Luke under his wing to teach him more about the recipes;)

Satan and Deuce

You’re just a little bit too much like me~

They both have a side to themselves that they want to hide from other people.

And the fact that both are related to their tempers is just— they pretty much kin each other ig.

Since Satan doesn’t really have a reason to dislike Deuce, he tolerates him.

Satan thought he and Deuce wouldn’t be that close.

*Satan’s older brother mode activated*

But he pretty much treats Deuce as if he’s his little brother.

Probably teaches and helps Deuce with his grades.

Would give Deuce books he has read and liked.

Satan probably teaches Deuce metaphors and euphemisms he had picked up over the years.

“Wait so washing feet can mean…?!”

“Hahaha, that would be the case.”

And by extension, Asmo would probably treat Deuce as if he’s his brother.

Asmo and Vil

Ahahaha, *Yuki and Epel nervously sweating*

Gosh if Vil even tries to point out something he thinks is “wrong” about Asmo’s skin or outfit?

He’d get it back 10 fold.

“Now that’s not how you wear a scarf you potato-”

“That should not be coming from someone whose colored hair tips look absolutely fried.”

“They look so damaged that it might even rival the way you part your hair and that ridiculous crown accessory you have.”

So Vil would either explode from anger or actually cry.

And Epel is just amazed. Like sparkles in his eyes amazed.

Rook is now walking eggshells around the both of them.

Asmo would probably call out Vil for his unnecessarily harsh insults/“advice” he gives to his dorm mates.

Asmo can and will annoy Vil by hypnotizing Rook and make him do whatever he wants to annoy Vil.