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miserywrittes · 2 days ago

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*:･First Kiss With The WindBreaker Boys*:･

Wc: about 2.5K Note: you already know the wbk brainrot won once again!! This was actually really fun to write. It felt like I could really dive into their characters and see this from their perspective. Also, I bet you TOTALLY can't tell who my favorite windbreaker character is. It's totally not obvious by how much i wrote:3 *choji, nirei and sugishita I couldn't really envision them for this scenario while i was writing these so sadly. HOWEVER, I'm willing to make a part two of this if people want them!!*

��Sakura༺ Hesitate, sudden, gentle

Sakura has a hard time with romance, everyone knows that. It was obvious he never had his first kiss yet. However, you never rushed him once, nor did you ever initiate to kiss him first. Sakura was becoming a little anxious about not kissing you yet since the boys have been asking him about it. Not pressuring him, but just being friends and wanting to know how his relationship with you was going.

After school he decided to head over to your school so he could walk you home, like he almost always does. You come out of the school, and you immediately spot him. It's kinda hard not to. You pick up your pace a little excited to see him. As you two start walking home and talking about mundane things, he reaches for your pinky. Sakura interlocks it with yours.

He stops walking and turns to face you. You look down at your interlocked pinkies, and then back up at him. He looks at you nervously. You could tell there was something racing through his brain. He suddenly leans in and your eyes widen of course. He takes notice of that and freezes a few centimeters from your lips.

You notice what he's trying to do and you giggle softly. You smile at him, and close your eyes and lean in too. It takes him a few milliseconds to respond, a short amount of hesitation. Then, he leans in and kisses you quite gently. You never knew a kiss could be so soft and gentle. He just kinda stands there, and doesn't know where to put his hands. He's a little nervous about making you uncomfortable so he doesn't kiss you for long or move his hand from your intertwined pinkies. The kiss only lasted about 2 seconds, but for him it felt like an eternity.

After it he pulls back and looks into your eyes. You could see His own just glowing for a brief second, until he turned away. Heat was rising to his face quickly, and he put his forearm over his face a little to hide it (it didn't work).

༻Kiryu༺ Smooth, effortless, soft

Kiryu’s a smooth man and he never fails to handle everything he does without grace. If effortless was a person it would be him, and that's exactly how your first kiss went. He was listening to you talk about something that interested you. He swears he was listening, but his gaze kept slowly drifting towards your lips that were shining with gloss. His favorite that he's seen on you so far.

He was daydreaming about you. You catch him drifting off into whatever land he is in, and you wave your hand in front of his face. “Helloooo~, you're not even listening to me!” Kiryu snaps out of his little dream world and looks back up to your eyes. He didn't say anything… he looked at you for a few more moments.

He then slowly moved his hand to touch your cheek. He looked into your eyes for a moment as your worlds started to come to a halt. His eyes were soft but full of want, and all you could do was give a little nod of consent. He leaned in and kissed you. It was smooth, you fell into a rhythm immediately. You didn't have to do any work, it just felt, you know right. After a few seconds he gently pulls away, and looks into your eyes.

His eyes filled with love and contentment. His hand still on your cheek, he softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb in a soothing motion. You both stayed there for a little bit, enjoying the moment. Smiles both plastered on your faces.

Heat spreads throughout your face, not cuz your embarrassed, but just cuz it was such a warm and intimate moment for you two. (And maybe it was because you were taken aback a little by the suddenness and just how right it felt.) He notices it but doesnt mention it. He mentally takes a picture of this moment in his mind. Cuz wow the blush on your cheeks, the gloss (thats now smudged) on your lips and your wide eyes all together were just breathtakingly gorgeous to him.

༻Suo༺ Polite, swift, loving

Suo and you have been dating for a little bit now. You've noticed how polite and gentleman-like he is. You appreciate it, and think it compliments him quite well. Like the gentleman he is, he takes you out on one of your dream dates.

It wasn't anything huge or expensive, just something you've always wanted. A picnic date. You're getting the last bits ready by packing the food you've made into this cute strawberry themed basket you got a long time ago. As you finish packing the last pieces of food the doorbell rings. You close the basket's lid and quickly head over to the door. You open it and see Suo standing there with his usual warm smile on his face. You welcome him into the home, and you tell him to make himself comfortable.

He just ends up following you into the kitchen and watching you do your thing though. As he watches you put the finishing touches on packing everything that you needed he just gets this overwhelming feeling of love for you. The way you looked in this moment was absolutely perfect in his eyes. He calmly walks up to you, hugs you from behind and smiles as he looks down at you. Suo was drinking in the sight of you. He was just absolutely enamored by you.

He leans in close “May I kiss you”, his whispers ever so faintly. You nod with blush starting to dust your cheeks. He tilts your head up and kisses you in one swift motion. It lasts only a few moments. He pulls away and it leaves you breathless, wanting more. He tenderly caresses your jaw, looking at you with pure love in his eyes. Neither of you moved, wanting the moment to last for forever. A bubble of just you two, and all the love that would come with it. All you knew in that moment that you caught the most respectful and loving man out there. Truly what a man.

༻Kaji༺ Timid but strong

Kaji never wants his own hardships he faces with his anger to ever be put onto you. Not ever has he been remotely rude, mean or aggressive to you. He's been stern and has had some outbursts, but overall in your relationship he has been really loving, in his own way.

Kaji never really has been one to initiate affection in the relationship because he is terrified of making you uncomfortable. You've initiated everything so far, but a kiss. Not like he's begging for a kiss (he totally is), however, he's wondering why over these past few months you never asked for one.

He takes out a lollipop from the pocket of his pants, unwrapped it, stuffs the wrapper into his pocket and then pops it into his mouth. Afterwards, Kaji puts on his headphones, turns on his music, and heads out. He immediately headed over to your place after school. He HAD to ask you why.

You come home and you see an extra pair of shoes in the doorway. You knew exactly who was here. A smile creeps up onto your face. You take off your shoes, head on over to your bedroom, open the door to see the blonde boy sitting on your bed. However, he doesn't look like his normal self… He looks almost perturbed? You set all your stuff down onto the floor, walk over to your bed and join him on it. You didn't even get to ask him what's wrong before he suddenly spoke out, not loud tho. “Why haven't we kissed yet?” You almost want to chuckle due to the expression he has on his face.

It's like a shy kid talking to his first crush, it's cute. You explain that you’ve just been so happy with the relationship so far that you haven't felt the need to initiate it just yet. He looks over to you, still timid, but his words are straightforward. “Well I want one.” A calm loving smile grows on your lips.

You put your hand on his cheek to make his face towards you. You lean in for the kiss and he reciprocates. He started off not taking the lead but a few seconds passed. Kaji wanted more, his feelings of love became strong. He wasn't aggressive about the kiss, it was just very firm. He wanted to say “I love you, more than anything” with the kiss, and he conveyed just that.

༻Umemiya༺ Perfect

All you needed was one word to describe your first kiss with umemiya. Perfect. Well almost everything about that man was perfect in your eyes, but wow that first kiss you two shared just immediately made you fall even harder for him.

You told him back then you wanted to take it slow since it was your first ever relationship, and of course the gentleman that he is obliged. He never pushed you to do anything, constantly telling him that it's ok to just grab your hand, and he always was ok with the word no. He never looked dejected, sad or upset whenever you said you weren't ready for something.

It was about 6 months into your relationship, and Umemiya took you to the beach for a date. It was mid summer so there was no school for either of you, and no curfew. He held your hand as you both walked along the shoreline as the sunset. It was beautiful. The sound of the seagulls, crashing of the waves, wind hitting your ears and the feeling of the sand beneath your toes. It was a surreal moment for you.

You reached the end of the shoreline of the beach. The sun was almost completely set, and Umemiya spotted a pretty large rock. He suggested you two sit on it and finish watching the sunset. Of course you agree, and he helps you up onto the rock. After a few moments of getting settled, you two were holding hands, sitting shoulder to shoulder and legs dangling off the rock.

He turns towards in the very last moments of the sun going down. He turned your head to him ever so gently with his fingertips on your chin, leaned in and looked right into your eyes. Umemiya was giving you an out if you wanted, but there was no way you were gonna deny this kiss. You keep your eyes on his and don't back away. He takes that as he’s been given the ok to go ahead. He leans in quickly and kisses you gingerly. The light slowly fading away as you two kissed. If anyone else was watching it would've looked like this was straight out of a movie. That's how perfect it was.

༻Togame༺ Slow, warm and breathtaking

Togame is just a pretty down to earth dude, and going with the flow of life. He was never in a rush, and he even showed that in your relationship. He let you set the pace of how fast you wanted to move. That didn't mean he didn't care though. He made sure to make it known that he loves you.

You were home alone due to your parents going out for the weekend. They tried to tell you details, but you didn't want to imagine them on a date… or what all of that could entail. So you call your boyfriend, Togame. He picks up the call, and you hear his smooth deep voice talking nonchalantly like usual. “Hey!... What's up babe?, you ok?” You smile, he's so sweet. He always asks if you're ok when you call him first.

He gets nervous that someone from another gang has done something to you. He makes it pretty clear to others what would happen if they do, but still.

You answer him and tell him you are all good, and that there's nothing to worry about. You explain the situation to him. After a few seconds he answers you, tells you to just come on over, and that the door will be unlocked. You both say your goodbyes to each other.

You pack a few clothes, and some extra that are his that don't smell like him anymore, and other essentials. After a little bit of a walk, about 15 minutes, you arrive at his doorstep. You open the door, take off your shoes, and head straight to his room. It seemed like no one was home for him too, but that was pretty common in his house.

You open the door and he was just laying on his bed in a big hoodie and sweatpants, his normal at home clothes. He looks up from his phone and throws you a smile. He pats his bed signaling for you to join him on the bed. You set your bag down on the floor near the foot of his bed. You plop down onto his pretty big bed, and lay right on top of him

He pulls you in close and wraps his large frame around you. You guys just lay there, on your phones, relaxing. After an hour or so he looks over at you, taking in the sight of you in comfy clothes (his hoodie and sweatpants ofc), relaxed and happy. It made him feel so much love for you. He was honestly getting cuteness aggression from the sight.

He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him and smiled fondly. You leaned in, just wanting to be closer, but he took it as that you wanted a kiss.

He adjusted his position, and leaned in as he held your jaw carefully with his left hand. His left hand rested on your hip. The top part of his body kind of hovering over you. He looked into your eyes, flickering to your lips. He leaned in so slowly it was killing you with anticipation. You know you weren't going in for a kiss, but you didn't mind. He looked really handsome caught up in the moment, so you didn't mind.

After what felt like forever he fully leaned in and kissed you. It was slow, filled with warmth and love. You immediately melted into it putting a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat, which was racing also.

After a minute he pulled away and slowly opened his eyes to look down at you. This kiss left you breathless. It wasn't anything crazy, but just how he kissed you felt like he knocked the air out of you. It was exhilarating. He gives you a lazy smile and lays back down. He snuggles in closer to you, practically smothering you at this point. You loved it though. It felt like a huge teddy bear was hugging you.

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tsukkisbitch · 1 day ago

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when hopeless megumi seeks out the school sl*t to help him lose his virginity.

01 | chapter 2

To put it in simple words, you were less than excited to start your first day back at school after Christmas break. Don't get it wrong, you loved JTU. The classes weren't easy, but weren't too hard for someone of your intelligence level. You were smart, more so than people give you credit for. That wasn't really your fault though, the only one to blame was the school slut rumor constantly floating around.

You hoped that it would disappear after the month-long break, but when you walked into the university's student union, you could feel eyes on you. Eyes watching and waiting, no one bothering to even appear like they weren't staring.

A social pariah in your freshman year, way to go YN, you thought to yourself as you got in line at your school's coffee shop. The rumors weren't even true. Well most of them anyway.

Look, you're a freshman. Freshmen have fun, and that's what you did. You slept with a couple guys, okay maybe more than a couple. But this was your chance to let loose and explore your options, like all freshmen did. Did most freshmen gain more than a couple bodies in their first semester, no, but you liked sex. Everyone likes sex, it's just the fact that you're a girl that everyone sees it's a problem.

You sigh out loud, something that seemed to be the talk of the town, as all of the peering eyes quickly turned to their respective friend groups. You rolled your eyes.

How fucking annoying is this.

You were next up in line at the coffee where you ordered the same thing you always order: your favorite drink and croissant. After ordering and paying, you sat to the side with the others who were waiting for their orders. You got used to the eyes, the whispering, the laughs, all of it. It didn't bother you anymore.

What did bother you was Fushiguro. You have never spoken to him in your life, honestly the only reason you know of him was because of his older brother, Satoru. The two of you have had more than a couple of run-ins, and the older brother would never shut up about his darling baby sister and baby brother. You always thought for such a guy with a cool persona, he was a giant cornball.

Fushiguro was just staring at you, hard. The others who would stare would at least look away after a couple seconds to whatever video was playing on their phone, but not him. He was just staring. His gaze wasn't menacing or hateful, but curious and nervous. You shuttered a little at the unfamiliarness of it before hearing your name called at the coffee counter. You went up and grabbed your drink, ignoring the wink from the cashier. Note to self; never fuck a barista ever again.

You were starting to feel uncomfortable, probably just another nerd trying to figure out how a girl like you got into a prestigious school like this one. But you were tired of this, just because you like to fool around doesn't mean you didn't earn your spot like everyone else. You decide to walk past him, to give a scare, to show off your confidence even though your steps were a little shaky. Fushiguro was a hot guy, way hotter than the rest of the guys you had slept with, but that didn't mean he could shake you down like the rest of the students.

You began to walk past him, eyes locking onto his. Two can play this game.

As you got closer, his eyes didn't falter. This interested you because what kind of guy looks at a girl for this long.

You paused in front of him, not originally meaning to, "Did you want something?"

Megumi just blinked, "I'm sorry?"

"I'm sure you are, did you want something?" You said emphasizing the last sentence. Megumi shook his head. "Then why the fuck are you staring at me?"

You could hear him gulp.

"Nothing, I wasn't staring." You scoffed.

"I felt you staring at me for the last 7 minutes, ever since I ordered from the cafe. Really, that's the game you want to play?"

Megumi looked around in nervousness, trying to meet anything but your eyes, "I was just-"

You cut him off, "You were just?"

You didn't mean to be rude, but you've met your fair share of guys like him. Guys that try to tear down your confidence with menacing looks and vulgar words.

"I was just wanting to talk to you," Megumi finally spit out. You raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Um," Megumi faltered. "Could we talk somewhere more privately?"

You opened your mouth in confusion, "No? I don't know you. Why would I go to a private place with you? Look if you think that rumor about me with the custodial team is true, you can fuck right off."

You began to walk off, annoyed, when you felt a hand on your wrist. You looked down at your wrist and back up at him. Megumi quickly dropped the wrist, feeling your piercing gaze on him.

"Look, I'm not trying to get sex out of you, but Nobara said you could help me." Megumi said, trying to keep his voice low.

"Kugisaki? She said I could help you? With what?" You asked confused. Megumi gulped again.

"Can we please go somewhere away from all these people, I promise I won't kidnap you or anything like that."

Against your better judgement, you allowed it and began to follow Megumi to an empty conference room.

You set your bag down on the table, "Speak your truth, Fushiguro."

He was picking at his fingers, obviously nervous. "I need help."

"Help with?" You pressed.

"Sex."

"Sex?"

"Sex."

You pursed your lips, "And why would I be able to help you with that?"

Megumi looked up at you," Well, Nobara told me that you're an expert in the field and I am completely hopeless."

Before you could give an answer, Megumi began to speak, "Look, I have never done the - thing - and I am nervous. I didn't go out last semester and I am frustrated, okay."

You just stared at him, not sure if you were on an episode of Pranked or not.

"The thing?" Was the only thing you thought of saying in the moment.

"Sex. I've never," Megumi paused. "I've never had sex. And my friends have no confidence in me, and I don't have confidence in me either. Which is why Nobara thought it would be a good idea to learn from a professional."

You laughed softly, "And I'm the professional?" Megumi nodded.

"And you're serious," You asked. Megumi nodded again. "You're sexually frustrated because you've never had sex and thought that I would be a good person to learn from? Because I'm a professional?"

Once again, Megumi nodded.

"Okay Fushiguro, you gotta stop nodding and starting talking or this is gonna be a long fucking day."

"Sorry," He said, finally talking again. You put your head in one of your hands.

"The answer is no. I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not a teacher. I don't think I can guide you through the act with pictures and flashcards." You spoke.

He shook his head, "It's not pictures and flashcards, it would be a more - hands on approach?"

Your mouth dropped open, "More hands on? You wanna have sex with me?"

Megumi didn't move. Just standing there, staring at you in the same manner as he did outside of the cafe. You moved from your stance and walked closer to him.

"Fushiguro?" You asked. He looked down. You bent a little to meet his eyes which were burning holes in his shoes. He towered over you, but in this state, he looked so small. You kinda liked it. Well not kinda, you did like it.

"How can you have sex with me if you can't even look me in the eyes?"

Megumi lifted his head and you straightened your posture. "Please."

You stilled, trying to go over the pros and cons of this "arrangement." On one hand, this could end terribly for both you and Fushiguro, but you could also mold him. Mold him into the perfect little sex machine. Also, not that you'd admit this to anyone, the idea of being a guys first everything sexually sounded so..so..hot.

The scared touches, nervous kisses, the constant reassurance that everything they were doing was okay. The thought of Fushiguro desperate to learn how to please a girl, no, how to please you, was captivating.

"Okay." You said, shrugging. Your inner thoughts were screaming at you to say no and run away, but you thought this could also be so fun. The thought of a man, especially Fushiguro, being so compliant and so eager was making your insides mushy.

Megumi's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yea, why not. Fushiguro, I am gonna be your little sex angel."

"Please call me Megumi. Fushiguro is my dad," Megumi said.

"Okay, Megumi," You said, emphasizing his name. You sat on the edge of the conference table. "Come here."

You move your finger at him, beckoning him over. Megumi slightly shaking walks over, as you spread your legs to let him slip into between them.

"Kiss me."

Megumi gulped, may lord have mercy on his soul.

posting on the pad. lemme know ur thoughts :) im a new writer and could use the feedback 😆❤️

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jjk smut #jjk x reader #fushiguro megumi #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #x reader

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cvldbones · 3 days ago

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okay so not to sound insane but im convinced beyond all belief that one of langdon’s kids has to end up in the ED at some point……with mel treating them as abby and langdon have it out, of course. it’s just something ive been marinating with because Everyone Else Of Significance to these characters has been shown (becca, jake, jake’s mom whose name i cannot remember) and what better way to show how On The Rocks their marriage is than by a family reunion in chairs! july….no school……a case of dehydration at summer camp? i can see the vision so clearly

okay so i included something like this in my emotional infidelity fic because the idea of abby being in the ER is sooo juicy to me (especially if they're having issues and langdon is pretending everything is Totally Normal)

but i'm picturing, like, frank's been put on chairs for the morning because it's not like he can administer medication anyway, and that feels like the safest, smoothest entry point for him. (bonus: it pisses him the fuck off. the rational part of his brain knows that this is not, in fact, a punishment, but it does sort of feel like robby's just rubbing salt in the wound for no reason.) he's paired with one of the new med students who keeps asking about whether he's ever seen or performed an amputation (??) so he's already in a foul mood and it's not even nine a.m.

and then he hears a voice that is way too familiar, bright and excited. "daddy!"

frank whips his head around and, sure enough: there is tanner, sitting with his arm held close to his chest, tears streaking down the dirt on his cheeks. abby is sitting next to him filling out paperwork, a frown pinching between her brows as she follows their son's gaze. she pales a little when frank strides forward, trying and failing to repeat all those mantras he learned in therapy about balance and finding your zen.

"hi, buddy," he says, running his hand over his son's head. "what happened?"

"i hurt my arm," tanner tells him, wincing a little when he tries to lift it. "i was running too fast, and - "

"i told you his cleats were too big," abby says under her breath, and frank glares at her.

he turns to the med student. "go get dr. king," he says, and the student looks at him for one beat before doing as she's told and heading back through the double doors.

frank picks tanner up, mindful of his arm - probably broken, he thinks with an internal sigh - and gestures for abby to follow. there are mutterings from the other patients in the waiting room that he chooses to ignore, leading his soon-to-be-ex-wife and son onto the floor.

dana spots them first. "tanner, buddy! what the heck happened?"

"i hurt my arm," he repeats with a pathetic sniffle. dana smiles at him.

"that's no good." to frank, she adds, "mel is ready for you in central 8."

he gives dana a grateful smile. true to her word, when they get into the room, mel is already there with the med student, looking through tanner's chart. (he was born in this hospital, actually. always a weird thing for frank to remember.)

"dr. mel!"

"tanner, what did you do?" she asks, mock serious, and tanner puts on a very brave face to recount the story for the third time, gesturing with his good arm. something about trying to steal the soccer ball from the other team, and tripping, and hearing a scary noise. frank is only half paying attention. he loves his son, but coordination is not really his specialty. they should've put him in art camp instead of soccer camp, he thinks forlornly.

abby makes some sort of noise, which reminds him: "why didn't you call me?" he demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

"i was going to," she defends immediately. mel is doing a commendable job of keeping her focus on their child, distracting him by asking him to sing his favorite ms. rachel song for her. loudly.

frank is going to owe her, like, fifty dinners after this, probably.

"you shouldn't have been waiting," he continues. "we could've taken care of it as soon - "

"frank, it's not that big a deal," abby protests in a quiet hiss. "can we please not fucking do this in front of your coworkers?"

"it's just mel," he says without thinking, and abby raises an eyebrow. it's just mel had been a refrain he'd been using since the first time she visited him in rehab, and abby has long since grown tired of that particular turn of phrase. he pauses. "i mean, just - "

"oh, i know what you mean," abby says harshly. she fixes the back of mel's head with a sunny smile. "i'm going to try and find a cup of coffee. i'll be right back."

frank runs a hand over his face. when he looks up, mel is peering at him over the lenses of her glasses. "having a good first day back?" she asks, teasing.

he snorts. "yeah." when she smiles, he pretends he can't tell the way his chest lightens. "perfect first day."

#messages #kingdon #the pitt #y'all my kingdon brain worms are soooo bad today #mine

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raya-hunter01 · 14 hours ago

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I Always Keep My Promises

Jey Uso One-shot

Jey Uso x Destiny (OC)

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Many years ago, Destiny made a promise to her then-boyfriend Jey Uso that she would be there to celebrate his first-ever world title victory with him. A year has passed since the breakup, and Jey has finally won his first-ever world title, and it's time for Destiny to fulfill her promise. How will Jey react seeing her again for the first time in a year?

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Club LIV

Las Vegas, NV

Destiny’s POV

“Girl, he’s going to be on yo ass when he sees you. You know what you doin’, wearing his favorite color.”

“He’s not going to see me, Trin.. He’s bout drunk as hell now and besides blue is my favorite color too,” I chuckled watching Jey and Jimmy’s playful banter on the red carpet as they waited to talk to Schomo. I had been able to avoid him all week thus far, but I knew tonight I had to be extra careful.

“You know he was worried you wouldn’t come.”

“Trin, of course I was coming to celebrate him. He’s earned this and I promised him I would be here when this day would come and I always keep my promises no matter how things ended,” I said feeling a sense of pride looking at him embrace victory that so many told him wasn’t possible.

"They gave it to him," jimmy said with a smile as Jey chuckled.

"They did-"

"This interview bout to go off the rails, isn’t it?" Trin whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement as I nodded in agreement. “You know it, them, alcohol and an open mic is dangerous.” I chuckled knowing the poor interviewer has no idea what he’s in for.

"Well deserved-"

"I did-"

"Earned it-"

"Like a mufucka’-"

"Even if they say you're not good-"

"I'm good as fuck-"

"You're really good-"

"AF-"

Trin and I couldn’t hold it in anymore and began laughing. “Girl, let me get outta here before Jey sees me. I can’t with them two.”

"Ion even know why you hidin? He’s gon’ find you.”

I knew Trin was right; Jey had a knack for finding me, no matter how crowded the venue. "Maybe he will….Maybe he won’t.”

“Uh huh, you can run but you can’t hide, girl!”

“Bye Trin.”

With a deep breath, I pushed away from the velvet ropes and made my way through the throng of people, my heart beating faster with each step. The music grew louder as I went up to the upper level and found a secluded corner that offered a perfect view of the stage below in hopes of keeping a low profile. About thirty minutes later Jey’s theme filled the club as Jimmy followed him onto the stage.

The energy on another level as Jey had the crowd in the palm of his hands bouncing their arms and bodies to the beat. “You betta do it,” I whispered as he seemed to be basking in his deserved moment of glory dancing, showing off his championship, and looking around in the crowd.

The lights grew brighter as the DJ dropped the beat, and the crowd roared in unison as "All I Do Is Win" by DJ Khaled blared through the speakers. Jey’s beautiful smile lighting up the room, and for a moment, I allowed myself to get swept up in excitement as he looked up, his gaze scanning the balcony breaking out in a bright smile as he spotted me.

He pointed to his heart and then back at me. I knew what it meant, it was a silent acknowledgment, a nod to the history and love we once shared and still did if I’m being honest with myself.

I couldn't help but return the gesture, with a small smile joining the crowd as they paused their hands in the air before bouncing them up and down following the words of the song.

Jey nodded, finally joining in as well before the DJ turned the song off. “Aye dat was a good choice.”

“Sexy fucker,” I whispered. He was indeed the life of the party, and I couldn’t help the tingle that shot down my spine as he kept occasionally looking at me, making sure I was still there.

After their interview as he headed to the VIP area he looked up at me once again, almost daring me to try to leave without speaking to him.

“You don’t control me,” I mumbled heading back downstairs, opting to hit the patio instead for a less loud scene in hopes of making a getaway soon. “Can I help you ma’am?” the bartender asked.

“Uh, I’ll take a Margarita, extra salt on the rim please,” I whispered looking over the menu at the bar as he fixed my drink. Everything looked so good, and I was hungry, catering at WrestleMania was a lil dull this year.

“Have you decided if you’d like anything else?” the bartender asked as I nodded taking my drink. That chicken alfredo was calling my name.

“Um, yes let me-”

“She’ll have your chicken Alferdo, chicken fried extra crispy, Uce. Wit her salad, she’ll take a ranch, no tomato, no onions, extra croutons and she wants romaine lettuce instead of iceberg,” Jey interrupted as I sighed, fuck he followed me out to the patio. The bartender smiled and wrote down my order.

“That’s cool you know your girl’s order, you rarely see that these days,” The bartender said, as I turned to see Jey taking off his Ray-Bans, smirking.

“I’m not-”

“What can I say? I always pay attention to her even when she thinks I’m not.”

“Sir, you don’t have to make it, I’m getting ready to leave anyway,” I whispered reaching in my purse to pay for my drink.

“Put her drink on my tab, and her food. Just make it to go for her, Uce.”

“Yes sir.” The bartender smiled heading back inside to turn in my order, leaving us alone as I turned back around to get my napkin to put under my drink.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that,” I sighed turning to face him again almost stumbling back as he was my space. “Jey-”

“Thank you for coming,” he whispered looking down at me as I tried to not get lost in his beautiful eyes as he gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me close.

“You know I never break a promise, and congratulations by the way, the right man finally won the big one,” I said clearing my throat as he smiled.

“Des, where you been at?” His voice was a mix of sexiness and urgency as he moved his lips to my ear. Damn, right off the bat, Jey, really my mind sighed knowing what kind of shit he was on tonight.

“Jey,” I sighed trying to fight the magnetic pull between us.

“Destiny,” he sighed in return, the warmth of his breath tickled my ear as he repeated his question for the second time. "Where you been at, my Destiny?" My Destiny? Seriously?

I rolled my eyes but didn't resist, feeling a strange comfort in the familiarity of his touch. I leaned into his embrace slightly, " I been around, you know.. Same shit, different day," I said with one arm at his waist and the other holding my drink at arm’s length trying not to spill it as he clung to me like a second skin.

Jey leaned in closer, his eyes searching mine. "Why you avoidin’ me?

“I ain’t avoidin’ you-”

“I know why-”

“I’m not-”

“You still feel it, don't you? That’s why you avoidin’ me," he murmured.

My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly what he meant. That unspoken bond, the one that had drawn us together, seemed to tighten its grip on me.

"Whatever, Jey," I said, trying to sound casual knowing it was getting to him that I seemed disinterested.

"Oh, so you really don't fuck with me no mo, huh?" his voice low and serious.

"Boy please, you don't fuck with me no more. Don’t you got ya’ whole ass thot on the NXT roster? So, why would I be tryin’ to fuck wit you and you with somebody else?” I tried to keep my tone light, but the words had a weight I couldn't shake.

Jey's grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a fiery intensity. "Don't play, you know I ain’t wit dat damn girl, Destiny. That shit that happened wit her was before I met you.”

“You may not be with her but in her mind, ya’ll damn sure together. That’s how people started to put dat shit together.”

“Des, I just needed some time to figure shit out. I ain’t never felt nothin’ like this so I was freakin’ the fuck out.”

“So much that you broke up with me?” I hissed as his eyes turned dark.

“Well, hell it ain’t like you was sad about it, I heard bout you and Tama.”

I pushed him away gently. "Ok, you doing alot....Matter fact, you doin’ too much, Jey. Like you said, you the one that needed space…Remember?" I said firmly, as he leaned in closer, lightly brushing his lips against my neck as I bit back a moan.

“Yea, I remember and everyday wish I could take dat shit back, you Know what else I remember, Des?”

“What, Jey?” I sighed as his hand slid down to my waist, his thumb tracing small circles across my hips.

“That you told me you’d always be mine...And you never break a promise, remember?”

“See doin’ too much,” I whispered trying to gather my composure as I felt him smirk against my neck.

“What baby?” he teased. “I ain’t doin’ too much, hell, I ain’t doin’ enough. You really out here lookin’ this fuckin’ good, thinkin’ I ain’t gon’ want you? That I ain’t gon’ want to touch you and be checkin’ for you?”

“Hell, that’s a personal problem as far as I see it, sir. And I know I look good; I don’t need you to tell me that, Jey. So yes, you doin’ too damn much right now.”

“No, I ain’t…….I just wanna know what's up wit you, it’s been a year, Mama. You just ran to smackdown and didn’t look back. I miss you.”

“That is on you not me. You said you needed space to grow, and I set you free.”

“Yea, but why I gotta hear through the grapevine Tama been takin’ you out on dates and been poppin’ up at yo’ house.”

“Who-”

“Aye, it don’t matter who told me,” he interrupted. “All I wanna know is have you gave it to him?” his voice thick with desire.

“Gave what to him, Jey?” I asked avoiding his intense gaze.

“You really gon’ make me say it, huh?”

“Say what?” I asked as he grasped my chin making me look up at him.

“Des, you know what.”

“No, I don’t and I ain’t got time for you to be you all up on me talkin’ in code, Jey,” I said as he kissed his teeth.

“Oh, you really want me to say it, don’t you? You think I won’t cause we in public?”

“Why you doin’ this? Actin’ like folks can’t hear or see us -”

“Ion give a fuck who hears me or sees, and I damn sure don’t care if they run to the internet wit it. Des, answer me, have you?” His hands now gripping my hips as his eyes raked over my body.

“Jey, let me go,” I whispered turned beyond belief because I knew what he was asking but I wanted to hear him say it.

“My pussy, Des… Have you gave it to him?" Jey asked, tuning out my protests.

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped, stepping back, breaking his hold trying to ignore the heat rushing to my thighs. Fuck….Why he gotta look and sound so sexy?

A storm of emotions danced across Jey’s face, his jaw twitching. He was really pressed. Jasmine, get it together, don’t fold.

"I know it ain’t my business, but I miss you, Des." he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken words, but I was still hurt.

"Yeah, I bet you do-"

"You leavin’ wit him?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need. “I saw him talkin’ to you earlier, is you leavin’ wit him?”

The question hanging between us as I sighed. "Don't worry about it, Jey.”

"Well, I am," Jey said, his hand caressing mine. "You know this ain’t over between us, Destiny."

I knew I should pull away and run for the hills, but I didn’t pull away. "You're drunk," I whispered.

"Maybe, I am a lil buzzed," he admitted with a shrug, his arm slipping back around my neck. "But I ain’t drunk and I know what I’m feelin’ for you ain’t wrong.”

“Feelings my ass, you tryin’ to stay in my business is what you doin’ and I don’t why when you the one that wanted to break up.”

“You ain’t gotta keep twisting the knife, reminding me how fuckin’ stupid I was. Why can’t you just have a moment wit me and just admit you miss me too? Instead, you givin’ me this 'Ion care stank ass attitude-”

"‘Cause you pissin’ me off! One minute you want space, and now you wanna act like you're hurting because my life is going on without you. Pick a fuckin’ struggle, Jey."

"Look, Ion wanna fight, Des," Jey pleaded as I sighed, my resolve cracking, the warmth of his hand sending a wave of desire through me.

"Why can’t you let me go?"

He leaned in closer, "Because I luv you and I just want to feel you again, D…I’m tired, Ma….None of this shit matters if you ain’t by my side," he murmured as I fought to keep my tears at bay.

"Jey-"

“I need you, Des…I need you so bad, Ma…The biggest night of my life, and all I can think about is you. Felt like I was on top of the world lookin’ up and seein’ you here for me, even after everything,” his voice breaking as I nodded, I couldn’t speak.

“I just wanna start over,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“Twin we got a few more interviews, damn, my bad.” Jimmy's arrival breaking the spell that had been weaving between us as I pulled away before our lips met as Jey growled at the interruption. “Yea, yo damn bad.”

“Jey, he didn’t mean no harm. He’s comin’ Jimmy.”

“I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Des, good to see you girl. You know I don’t be payin’ twin no mind.” Jimmy smiled looking at us as I took a step back, my cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and embarrassment as Jey’s arm fell away.

“Jey just go do what you need to do.”

“Fine, I’m goin’ but don’t leave a’ight.”

“Twin, she ain’t goin’ nowhere, a promise is a promise,” Jimmy said as I cracked a smile in spite of myself. “Trin can’t hold fuckin’ water, I swear,” I scolded remembering what I had told her earlier as Jimmy laughed.

The three of us made our way back into the club. I tried to put the encounter with Jey out of her mind, focusing on the excitement of the night ahead but as I mingled throughout the club doing media, mingling with the fans and taking pictures. As I finally sat down to eat the food he ordered me, I could feel his eyes on me and then in true Jey fashion, the texts started rolling in.

"I knew you was hungry, Ma," it read, followed by a smirking emoji. "Don't leave without me," he had added. My stomach flipped, as I quickly shoved my phone back in my pocket to continue to eat my food.

“Asshole,” I muttered, I didn't know if I was more annoyed or turned on by his persistent attention. As the night grew later, I found myself in their VIP section, sipping a drink and talking to Trin, trying to ignore the tension that still lingered between us as I saw him vibing to the music alongside Jimmy.

After getting up and going to the restroom, I washed my hands, preparing to go back out. "You are not going to give in just yet, he is going to have to show he really wants this to work,” I mumbled to myself before taking a deep breath. When I opened the door, I almost collided with him.

"What do you want, Jey?" I demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. He had me on edge now and I think he knew it.

Jey stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "You," he said simply, his voice thick with want. "I want you; Destiny and I want us to be us again."….Yea, he definitely knew.

“It isn’t going to be easy, I hope you know that,” I said as he nodded with a smile. “You worth it, Des and I got all the time in the world. Can I just take you to dinner and then go to the bluff after the show tomorrow?"

Uh, yea...Sure, that would be cool, I’ve always wanted to go to the bluff to see the city lights at night,” I whispered, blushing as Jey sighed in relief.

“You ain’t gon’ stand me up, are you? Like what is goin’ on with you and Tama?”

“Jey, he’s a friend that you don’t have to worry about, he’s like a brother to me.”

“Yea?”

“Yea, so I promise I’m not going to stand you up?”

“And I promise I’m never letting you go again.”

“Promise?” I asked, tired of denying how much I missed him.

“I promise, Ma,” Jey whispered, pulling me close as I welcomed his hug, "Congratulations, Jey," I murmured into his ear. "You deserve it."

“Thank you for keeping your promise all dem years ago to come celebrate wit me. It meant the world to look up and see you there.”

“I always keep my promises.”

“I know, and now it’s time for me to keep mine.”

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stardustshuji · 1 day ago

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　　❛❛ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀.

ꗃ sum. a collection of tokyo's hottest summer tunes! featuring manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, and keisuke baji. get to know them intimately in these new hit tracks!

tags. fem!reader. smut. all characters are written in their adult timeline (20+). pwp. unprotected sex. pet play ("kitten"). collars/leashes. breeding. cumflation. body worship (r). oral (r). size difference. dubcon (somnophilia). thigh fucking. just some smutty lil drabbles i cooked up at 3am.

a/n. sooo i'm dipping my toes back into writing for tumblr but we will see how it goes! i'm anticipating this being four "sides" or parts and i'm actually really excited about the next one because it involves shuji (≧▽≦)

☆ track #1: manjiro sano 　— feat. breeding

manjiro is quiet when he fucks you.

not silent, but quiet in that concentrated way he always gets when he wants something— when he’s taking something. when his mind has gone dark and low and given in to the intrusive thoughts.

you’re beneath him, folded in half, your legs pushed up and back until your knees press into the mattress. he’s deep— so deep you can feel him in your stomach— and the position leaves you with nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it. just like he wants.

“you're so good,” he breathes, his voice hoarse as he rocks into you. “so fucking good like this. all spread open for me.”

his pace is steady and purposeful. every thrust is controlled, like he’s pushing his cum deeper with each stroke. like he wants to ruin you from the inside out. and maybe he does. maybe that’s the point.

you moan his name, your fingers digging into the sheets, and manjiro groans in return, the sound low and guttural. his forehead presses to yours, sweat beading at his temple, his breath shaky.

“gonna fill you up,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your mouth. “make sure it takes.”

your walls flutter around him at the words— at the promise in them— and that’s all it takes.

manjiro snarls, hips snapping forward one last time as he cums deep inside you once again, burying himself to the hilt.

he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even think about it. he just holds you there— pressed full, pinned open, panting against your skin— and grinds. small, slow, filthy rolls of his hips that have you seeing stars.

you blink to clear your vision, lifting your head to the best of your ability, and glancing down where your bodies connect. above it, your stomach is bloated, filled with his loads that never seem to end.

"look at that," he murmurs, onyx eyes following your line of sight. "gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby.”

☆ track #2: ken ryuuguji 　— feat. size difference

you don’t stand a chance against him.

not when ken decides he wants you. not when his hands are twice the size of yours and wrapped tight around your hips, dragging you into him like you weigh nothing at all. you try to brace yourself against his chest, but it’s useless— his body is a wall of corded muscle intent on pinning you down.

“c’mon, baby,” ken says, his voice low and unbothered, like he’s not already manhandling you into whatever position he wants. “you know i got you.”

and he does. he always does.

you’re on your stomach one second and flipped over flat on your back the next, your head spinning with how easily he moves you— how eagerly he manhandles you, like it turns him on just knowing he can.

“you’re so small,” he groans, crowding over you, spreading your legs wider with his thighs and pinning your wrists above your head with one massive hand. “feels like you’re gonna break.”

your breath stutters when he thrusts his hips forward, his thick cock heavy against your pussy, not even inside yet and it’s already too much. the stretch is going to ruin you and he hasn’t even started.

“you like that, huh?” he murmurs, his mouth dragging down your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your pebbled skin. “like being tossed around a little?”

you whimper beneath him, and he laughs breathlessly. “don’t worry, sweetheart,” ken reassures you, “i’ll make it fit.”

he does— slowly, deliberately, inch by inch until your back arches off the bed and your hands twist helplessly in his grip. he’s huge, stretching you open with a kind of patience that only makes it worse, like he wants you to feel every second of it.

“shit— you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched as he bottoms out. “too much?”

before you can even begin to formulate a response, he smirks, rising back up only to whisper in your ear. “nah, you can take it. you always do.”

☆ track #3: chifuyu matsuno 　— feat. body worship

"you're so pretty, baby.” chifuyu murmurs the sentiment against your lips, whispers it so sweetly your teeth start to ache.

he always makes you feel like this— adored, loved, cherished. like he’s memorizing every inch of you, cataloguing every breath you take. his hands are warm where they cradle your cheeks, his thumbs brushing along your jaw as if the shape of you alone deserves reverence.

“you don’t even know,” he continues, his voice low, almost awestruck. “how could you? you don’t see what i see.”

he kisses you again, slower this time, his fingers drifting lower, skimming your collarbone, ghosting over your ribs. his lips follow, pressing kisses to the hollow of your throat, the curve of your shoulder, the swell of your chest as it rises and falls with shallow breaths.

“fuyu..” you say his name like it’s the only thing tethering you to the moment. like if you didn’t, you might just float away.

he hums in response, his mouth continuing its descent until it hovers right below your navel. “you’re perfect. every part of you.”

his gaze flicks back up, and for a beat, he just looks at you— green eyes sparkling like you’re the answer to every question he’s never known how to ask. he presses a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh, slow and deliberate. then, another. and another.

each one is a vow. a promise bestowed by his mouth, not in words, but in worship. a promise that he’ll never treat you like anything less than a goddess.

his hands are gentle as they roam— fingertips delicately skimming up your sides as though he’s afraid to ask too much of you, to take too much. everything about him in this moment is patient. devoted. he shifts between your legs, his breath hot against your skin, and when he finally kisses your slick folds, you gasp, your body arching instinctively.

“just relax for me,” he murmurs, “let me take care of you.”

his tongue follows the path his kisses paved, slow and purposeful, like he’s learning you all over again. and maybe he is— each sigh you give him, every tremble of your thighs, becomes something sacred to him.

he groans softly against you when you moan his name again, his hands firm at your hips to keep you steady. you’re dizzy with it— his praise, his mouth, the intensity of it all.

“you have no idea,” he breathes between strokes of his tongue, “how much i love you like this. how good you are. how beautiful.”

and when your fingers tangle in his hair and your voice breaks apart on his name, he closes his eyes, drinks in the sound, and smiles— like he’s the lucky one. like worshiping you is a privilege he’ll never take for granted.

☆ track #4: kazutora hanemiya 　— feat. dubcon / somnophilia

you’re asleep when it starts.

soft breaths, slow and steady, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm beneath the sheets. you don’t stir when the mattress dips or when warm hands slip beneath the blanket, careful not to wake you.

kazutora watches you in the dark, golden eyes lit with something dangerous. you’re so peaceful like this— unguarded, trusting. it breaks something open in his chest that never healed right in the first place.

he brushes your hair back, the pads of his thumbs ghosting over your cheek, your mouth, your throat. he’s already hard, already aching, and the sound you make when you shift in your sleep nearly ruins him right then and there.

“shhhh,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “i won’t even put it inside.”

he’s careful when he pulls out his cock. ever so cautious as he feeds it between your plush thighs, his brow furrowing at the warmth radiating off your sweet pussy above it. you’re soft and warm and pliant around him as he grinds forward, his cock sliding along the slick heat.

he groans quietly, low in his throat, as he ruts against you. your skin is wet where his tip catches, slick with his arousal, but he doesn’t fuck you. not yet. not when you’re asleep. he told himself he wouldn’t.

but your thighs— fuck, they’re enough.

“feels so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing your shoulder. “feels like you want this. like you’ve been waiting for me.”

you shift again, muttering something half-coherent in your sleep. your head tilts toward him, and god— it makes him twitch between your legs, his hips stuttering as he fucks the space between your thighs like an animal in heat.

his hand moves to your waist, holding you flush against him as he grinds deeper, quicker, more desperately.

“i’ll be gentle,” he promises, his voice rough, lips dragging over your neck. “i’ll take care of you when you wake up. i’ll make it so fucking good, you’ll beg me to do it again.”

but for now— he fucks your thighs like they’re your cunt, burying his moans in your skin as if confessing them out loud would make him unworthy.

his rhythm falters, his cock twitching as he thrusts forward one last time, and when he cums, it’s with a choked gasp, his jaw falling ajar, cum spilling across your skin— sticky and warm between your thighs.

“mine,” he pants against your skin, “you’re mine forever.”

☆ track #5: keisuke baji 　— feat. pet play

you can feel his stare before you hear him move. it’s heavy. possessive. the kind of look that settles deep under your skin and stays there, molten hot and aching.

you’re already kneeling when keisuke rises to his feet— waiting, just like he told you to. the collar he clasped around your throat earlier gleams in the low light, leather snug against your skin, the metal ring at the front catching his eye.

“fuck,” he breathes, his voice thick with approval. “look at you, kitten.”

your chin lifts as you look up at him through your lashes, lips parted, eyes soft. and the way he grins— crooked, hungry, proud— makes your heart pound in your chest.

he stalks toward you slowly, like a predator savoring its kill. one hand reaches for the leash he left coiled on the nightstand, and when he clips it to the ring of your collar, the sound of metal meeting metal makes something inside you clench tight.

“there she is,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the side of your neck before curling around the leash, giving it a tug. “my good fuckin’ girl.”

the praise burns through you, your thighs pressing together as you sit a little straighter. keisuke crouches in front of you, the leash still wrapped around his hand, and tilts your chin up until there’s nowhere left to look but him. his bronze eyes shine with something primal, something possessive.

“yours,” you whisper back, because you know that’s what he wants to hear. what he needs to hear.

“damn right,” he growls, crashing his mouth against yours. the kiss is all teeth and hunger, like he’s trying to brand you with the shape of his mouth. when he pulls away, there’s a small string of spit connecting you, and his tongue darts out to lick at it until it snaps.

“on the bed. hands and knees.” and you obey instantly. because when keisuke tells you to do something, it isn’t about control— it’s about trust. and he wears that trust like a crown.

you feel his eyes dragging over you as you move, the mattress dipping beneath you, and then his hand is at the small of your back. he leans in close— so close you can feel his breath against your ear.

“you wear my collar well,” he purrs. “now let me show you what good pets get when they behave.”

#— ★ : 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘴'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 #cw dubcon #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano #draken #chifuyu matsuno #kazutora hanemiya #keisuke baji #mikey x reader #draken x reader #chifuyu x reader #kazutora x reader #baji x reader

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noxemma · 2 days ago

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--- Sorry this is a bit of a shorter part. I promise more is coming but I wanted to get something out since its been several days over a week 🫣 --- "Dean, I-" Cas starts, but before he can finish there's another knock on the door. "Hey, it's me!" Gabe's muffled voice calls from the other side. Dean doesn't move, just keeps staring at Cas, willing him to continue. Cas opens his mouth again, but closes it, averting his eyes as he slides past Dean to let his brother in. "Oh thank god, I was worried our parents were going to find me out there. Now, we should head down to the room before-" "Gabe, they were already here. They had a 'proposition," Dean cuts him off. "They, what?" Gabe blinks at him before turning to his brother when Dean doesn't' elaborate. "What did they want?" "They wanted me to get married instead of Michael," Cas tells him, but his eyes are on Dean. "To who, you don't have a- oh. Oh! They want you and Dean to get married?" Gabe's mouth is hanging open and he gapes at Cas then Dean.

"They offered to give me the contents of my trust fund if I did," Cas explains bitterly.

"You didn't say yes, did you? Because you know I have no problem using my share on you and Jack, hell, it's practically my duty as fun uncle."

"No, of course we didn't say yes. I've helped Sam study for an exam or two. I told them if they wanted me to marry Cas and smile for the press or whatever they had to give up all custodial rights to Jack, notarized and in writing or I wasn't playing ball." Gabe looks at Dean again, but it's as if he's seeing Dean for the first time, or at least that's what it feels like to Dean. There's a new glimmer of respect in his eyes. "Alright, enough, we can talk about this later. Dean gave them until eight to think it over, so we have until then to figure something else out. But first," Cas says, "I need to see my son, so Gabriel, lead the way." They make their way into the hall, opting for the stairs again since it's just one floor and 'less conspicuous' according to Gabe. Gabe unlocks the door with his key, letting Cas go through, but he stops Dean before he can follow. "Are you serious about this? I mean, I know it's Vegas, but you two will be legally, and probably very publicly if my parents have anything to do about it, wed. You're fine with that? Marrying someone who's practically a stranger?" "I know that I haven't known Cas for long, but I know what it's like to want to protect a kid. And if Cas is willing to do that for Jack, then I'm willing too. Besides, its not like the marriage has to be forever and well, I like Cas, I like Jack, I like Cas' house, and, in all honesty, it's been kind of lonely with Sam rooming on campus and just coming home for the weekends sometimes. Besides, it's not like I'm volunteering myself as tribute or anything," Dean explains, wincing a little bit, "That is if Cas'll even agree to it at all. He didn't seem all that excited about it before you showed up." "Hmm. That does seem on brand," Gabe shrugs, seemingly unbothered. "He'll do it, trust me." "What? How can you-" "I know my brother. He's probably just worried because he actually likes you and thinks he'll ruin any chance at friendship or something more if you're chained to him against your will," Gabe answers nonchalantly, "I bet he doesn't trust that you really wouldn't be bothered by being married." "So what do I do?" Dean whispers earnestly. "How do I convince him that I want to do this and that it's not some grand sacrifice?" "I'm sure you'll think of something," Gabe says, patting Dean's cheek before sweeping into the room. Dean trudges after, but crazy thoughts of getting Cas to accept his hand in marriage are pushed to the back of his brain when he sees Sam. "Sam! What the fu-," Dean remembers just in time that Jack is also in the room and corrects himself as he pulls Sam into a tight hug, "-udge happened to your face!" "Ugh, Dean. You're choking me!" Sam whines dramatically, tapping Dean's arm until he lets go. "It's nothing. Like I said, some guy came up behind and, Gabe can vouch, he looked worse." "It's true," Gabe chimes in from where he's flopped on the bed doing something on his phone. "Dad, you should have seen it! Sam hit the guy so hard he had to let me go because his nose started bleeding!" Jack explains excitedly into Cas' chest where he's still clutched tight. "Thank you, Sam. I, I don't know what I- Without you, and your brother, I would be," Cas finally looks up, finally looks at Dean, "I would probably be a nervous wreck right now."

"Hey, Jack-attack, do you want to go check out what they have at the buffet? Dean, Cas, and Sam need to chat for a second and then they'll join us for dinner, right guys?" Dean, Cas, and Sam all vocalize their agreement at the threat and Cas reluctantly lets go of Jack. Sam doesn't even wait until the door is fully closed before he turns toward Dean and Cas. "Dean, Cas? What's going on and what's Gabe talking about?" "Okay, well, uh. So Michael was supposed to be getting married, but I apparently fucked that up at brunch. And it was supposed to be this whole publicity stunt and-" "My parents want me and Dean to get married instead." "What!" Sam shouts. "Dean, um, can I have a word with you." "I'll give you two a minute," Cas says graciously, heading towards the bathroom. "Sam-" "Dean, you can't marry a man you just met," Sam blinks at him, in a way that would be hilarious if it weren't for the absolute concern in his eyes. "Why not? Disney princesses do it all the time and they end up fine," Dean grumbles, hoping to tease the frown lines off his younger brother's face. "Dean! You. Are. Not. A. Disney. Princess! I mean I like Castiel, he's a great professor and Jack is pretty awesome, but really, why-" "Because I told his parents that I wouldn't do it unless they signed over their custodial rights to Jack," Dean says, immense fatigue hitting him as he says the words. He rubs a hand down his face. "Do you remember what it was like, when you were in foster care and when you were with John? 'Cause I do, and it, it was fucking hell. If, if there is something I can do to keep Cas from having to deal with that, to keep Jack from having to live through that? Then yeah. Hell, I'd probably marry Michael, even though that way, way less appealing than marrying Cas." Dean watches as understanding turns Sam's face soft. "Dean. There has to be another way. You don't have to-" "Dammit, Sam. Maybe I want to, alright! You know, maybe this is the one time I'll have the opportunity to get married, even if it isn't real. Maybe I'm not the selfless saint everybody wants to paint me as!"

The silence is deafening as Sam just gawps at him, his eyes going impossibly wider when they drift over Dean's shoulder. "You want to get married?" Cas asks, walking towards Dean slowly, like he thinks he might scare him away by moving too quickly. "Yeah, I do," Dean admits and it feels so fucking good to say. "I mean, sure, being sort of blackmailed into it was never really part of the fantasy, but well, nothing's perfect. And it's really a win-win if it gets you Jack." "Dean, you know they won't let this go. Not for a while at least. They'll want us to stay married for at least a year, it might even be a stipulation of theirs. "Cas, I don't know how to say it any clearer, I've liked playing your boyfriend and fiancé, I've liked talking to you and," Dean shoots a side eye to Sam who stares stunned between Cas and Dean, "and holding you, and yelling at your parents, and I-" Dean just barely manages stop himself from saying 'I'm half in love with you already,' but he knows something must show on his face by the look Sam's giving him. "I want to do this, Cas. Really." Cas stares at him for a long time before nodding, then turning to Sam. "What about you, Sam? How do you feel about Dean and I getting married?" "Dude, he doesn't really get a say," Dean grumbles, not miffed at all that Cas didn't mention anything about his speech. "No, but he does get feelings and opinions on the matter, right? Especially considering that I am his professor." Dean groans and rolls his eyes, but looks to his brother. "Well, Sam? Whaddya say, you willing to give me away?" Sam looks trapped, eyes darting between the two of them. But then his eyes stick to Dean and Dean stills, letting Sam observe or read whatever he needs to on Dean's face. Sam finally heaves out a long-suffering sigh and nods his head. "Fine. But you, Dean Michael Winchester, are a liar. You promised you weren't trying to hook-up with Castiel," Sam says, thrusting an accusatory finger into Dean's chest, though his words are light and teasing. "Yeah, well, I'm not hooking up with him, I'm marrying him! So, technically, I'm not breaking my promise, huh," Dean shoots back, unable to contain his shit-eating grin. "You promised your brother you wouldn't try to 'hook-up' with me?" Cas asks, using his fingers to actually air quote the phrase and bringing Dean's victory lap around Sam to a screeching halt. "Uh, well, um. See, he's a freak." "Hey!" Sam shouts indignantly. "Sam's a freak and he notices everything, and when Jack FaceTimed the other day he noticed that we were both shirtless and I was wearing your clothes, and he knew that I thought you were- um, he, ah," heat flares up Dean's neck and ears as he blubbers and babbles and tries to talk himself out of the corner he's been backed into by his own renegade mouth. "Gabe and Jack must be wondering where we are. We really should go join them, trust me, if you thought brunch was bad, you don't want to see what kind of damage I can do when I'm hangry." Dean runs for the door, getting his hand on the handle before Sam barks his name. He sheepishly turns around, expecting to get more flak for calling Sam a freak or for the blatant redirect. But no, it's worse than that. Sam puts his hands on his hips and cranks up his bitchface to eleven before saying, "You wanna maybe fix your clothes before you dash off into public?" --- Sorry again for the mini post. I have THOUGHTS about how Dean/Cas are going to react once they realize they're not going to be sharing a bed, not to mention I have to write the whole confrontation thing with the parents (which will leave both Dean and Cas seeking comfort, hence the THOUGHTS, you guys are catching my drift, right?) ---

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seaglassmelody · 2 days ago

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OC as a Companion...2!

So after being possessed by this idea for like a full 2 weeks, here's what I have so far

Sabriel Ingellvar

Note: She can take the surname Van Markham if Rook is an Ingellvar, but she's not a bloodline Van Markham.

To make this fully complete, I think I'd like a few more scenes, and a lot of these are looser ideas but I think it's a coherent timeline at least. Full notes under the cut!

General notes:

Her trinkets are pressed flower bookmarks

Her room is like a cozy hedgwitch den— covered in dried flowers, skulls, skeletal hands, bookshelves, a proper bed with a biiiiig blanket

If not romanced, she does not romance anyone else. She will inquire after other party member romances, and offer congratulations and support

Her gift is a terrarium

Banters:

Asks Davrin for adventure stories. Gives him tips on how to hunt demon-possessed creatures.

Talks to Bellara about magic and elven culture

Enjoys talking to Spite, which kind of upsets Lucanis. She makes up for this by effusively complimenting his cooking and asking him to teach her some recipes.

She and Emmrich get in the weeds of necromancy talk. He also catches her up on Necropolis goings-on and they get very excited about the opportunity to see new things

She asks Harding a lot of questions about plants and animals in Ferelden, and Harding tells her some stories of the Inquisition, including dragon hunts

Flirting/Romance notes:

She can be flirted with from recruitment, but she won't register it as flirting and instead will respond to most comments entirely seriously

'Continue flirting' scene is her having a little bit of a "I think I've been picking up on something but I'm not sure, please correct me if I'm wrong"

She really needs the explicit reassurance and clarification

Romance lock-in scene involves her panicking because she's finally realized the depth of the emotion she's feeling and she's not sure what to do with it. She feels guilty and wrong for even considering it because a "proper" relationship isn't something she's capable of. Lock-in involves being understanding about that. Special lock-out option of "that's a deal-breaker for me".

Recruitment Quest:

The group receives a tip from the Shadow Dragons (either Tarquin and Ashur in the Shop if Minrathous is saved, or via missive if Treviso is saved) about a clinic hidden in Dock Town— the mage that runs it might be interested in helping out with injuries and the Blight

Sabriel's Clinic is a separate map, like Shathann's house

Sabi greets the party warmly, says she's heard word of Rook around town

this could be concerning, but she quickly clarifies it's spirit gossip so most people wouldn't know unless they knew what to listen for

If Emmrich is brought, there is extra dialogue as he realizes she's a necromancer

Neve has additional dialogue here about Sabi's help with the attack on Minrathous— dialogue changes slightly depending on if Minrathous or Treviso were saved

She's aware of the gods, worried about their impact, and she'd be interested in helping out but first she needs to clear out some Venatori blood mages that are threatening the spirits in the neighborhood

Move to Dock Town proper

Investigate a few blood magic ritual sites

The rituals seem a little different than usual, like they're more specific, instead of just summoning whatever demons possible

A demon in the final fight recognizes Sabriel, but she's not sure why. Rook promises to help her find the answer in exchange for helping with the gods.

Individual Cutscene 1 (Lighthouse):

On the balcony to the left outside of the kitchen

Sabriel is staring out into the distance, turns to greet Rook and turns back to gazing out

Talks about how the Fade always seemed like this mysterious unknowable thing in her studies and now she's just. Here. In a magic building that seems to produce spaces and items that they need just because they think they need them.

It's an academic's dream but she doesn't want to research it. She wants to just experience everything for once in her life, without having to record and analyze it. Is that weird?

She also feels more connected to her feelings in this place. Maybe that means something about the Fade, or maybe it's the distance from worldly problems. Who can say?

She'll thank Rook for letting her ramble on. There's a flirt option here, but she takes it entirely too sincerely.

Hangout in Minrathous:

Sabi wants to introduce Rook to some of her spirit friends around town in Minrathous

Similar to Neve's tour of Dock Town, but getting a different side of life in Tevinter, from the spirit side

Ends at the wall of light, where Sabi lights a few lights that she notices have been dark for a while

Talks about the importance of symbolic remembrance and connection to those you've lost, with the hint that she may be lacking in that department

Party Cutscene 1:

Takes place in Harding's room

Sabriel is asking Harding about the various plants in the greenhouse, hoping to find out if any are Fade-specific or at least get more details about them since a lot seem to be ones that are unusual for Nevarra

They wind up discussing the differences between growing things in nature versus a greenhouse, Sabriel gives Harding some perspective on the plants growing because Harding believes they will grow

Personal Quest (Minrathous):

One of Sabi's spirit friends gets bound by Venatori and turned into a demon, so she wants to go rescue them

Over the course of this mission, the team discovers that the Venatori are working with a powerful demon that's recruiting lackeys and for some reason they've been looking for Sabi

She tries asking her spirit friends but none of them seem to know, so she concludes she needs to get perspective from a different angle

Personal Quest (The Hilt):

Sabriel wants to visit some Rivaini seers to see if they can consult with some different spirits and get more information

She talks with Rowan and watches her perform a channeling so Sabi can speak to the spirit directly

Unfortunately it speaks in riddles and only gives a few clues, but it's enough for Sabi to realize it might be able to find the answer in the Necropolis

Party Cutscene 2:

Part of Sabi's personal quest

She's working with Emmrich on a letter to send back to Nevarra for her to get permission to access one of the libraries for the investigation— that she needs to cross-check the information from Rowan with Watcher records. There's a chance the demon is in the Necropolis.

Sabi insists on sending a letter to Myrna, since the Veilguard already has a connection with her. When Emmrich suggests sending it to a "Heinrich Van Markham" instead, she panics, babbling out a roundabout reason for why they "shouldn't bother him"

Emmrich looks sad but agrees to send the letter to Myrna

Sabriel leaves with a brief goodbye to Rook. Once she's gone, Emmrich mentions that he believes Van Markham would be a better contact, and that Heinrich would likely want to know about Sabriel's well-being but he doesn't want to overstep.

If Rook tries to ask who Heinrich is, Emmrich gives Heinrich's title in the Watch and suggests they ask Sabriel for more details.

Individual Cutscene 2 (Sabriel's Room):

Sabi is sulking, thumbing through a book without reading it

Rook comes in to ask what's wrong, Sabriel tries to play it off and Rook won't take that for an answer

This is where Sabi divulges how she got kicked out of the Watch, why she started the clinic in Dock Town, and who Heinrich Van Markham is to her.

She's scared to go back to Nevarra. She's afraid the Watch is going to say no. But she also couldn't bear never going back. She's not sure where home is anymore.

This is the conversation where Rook can choose to continue pursuing a romance with her or cut it off (not the lock-in scene)

(If romance continues) She says she's not used to people paying such close attention to her, but she appreciates their attention and concern. She's…not sure how she feels about it, but she wants to figure it out.

(If romance is cut off) She says she appreciates their support and she'll figure out as much as she can on her own. She'll let Rook know when she needs help.

Personal Quest 3 (Necropolis 1):

Have to adventure in the Necropolis to find the library

Things moved around again!

Fighting some undead in the process, Sabriel gives some insight into her childhood here

Points out the places she used to play hide and seek, greets lots of wisps, lights some neglected candles

Run into Heinrich Van Markham once they get to the library

There's an…awkward confrontation as Sabriel is clearly anticipating this to be a negative experience

Heinrich is not a warm man, but he's clearly worried

Sabriel leaves this conversation abruptly

Heinrich asks Rook to look after her, answers a few questions after reassuring Rook that Sabi probably went to the gardens, where she usually goes when she's upset

Some of the questions involve the fact that Sabriel doesn't know the truth of what happened to her parents

He promises to look into Sabriel's lead while she's busy with the Veilguard

Rook finds her in the gardens, where Sabriel says that she still looks for headstones of her parents in here, even though she knows they'll never be here. She still hopes sometimes that the Necropolis is just pulling a prank on her, hiding them.

She thanks Rook for talking to Heinrich for her, then asks them to stay with her in the gardens just for a bit longer.

Hangout 2 (Rivain Coast):

Romance lock-in scene

Sabi invites Rook to the coast because she's always wanted to see the ocean

Rook jokingly comments that she surely saw it in Minrathous. Sabi quips back that the gray lifeless wharf is not nearly comparable to the the majesty of the Rivain coast.

She muses on the fact that she's seen so much of the world so quickly— and how it makes her think there's still so much to see

Yet it's also showing her how much she doesn't know about herself, and how she's almost afraid to find the answers

This leads into the romance lock-in conversation, because one of the things she doesn't know is how to be in love. Because this is the first time it's ever happened.

Babbles, drops the information that she's never even kissed anyone before

Romance lock-in prompt is offering to kiss her

If chosen, she's not really sure how to react. It was weird. It was nice? She's happy that Rook's here. They can figure out the details later.

Personal Quest Finale/Hero of the Veilguard Quest (Necropolis 2):

Heinrich sends a missive stating they've located the place in the Necropolis where the demon is

It requires going into the Fade to fully sever the demon's connection

Before going in for the mission, Heinrich says he needs to talk to Sabi about something

It's against his direct orders, but he tells Sabi that this is the demon that lured her father into becoming an abomnation, which is how she wound up in the Necropolis as a child

The information rattles her enough that the fight against the demon goes poorly at first, especially as it talks to her about her father, and her despair begins to draw other spirits to the area

Rook and the other companion with them manage to bring her back from the brink

Starts the second phase of the boss fight

They're not powerful enough to kill the demon, especially in the Fade, but they can weaken it enough to sever its tie to the mortal world.

This victory is a significant enough achievement for the Watchers to welcome her back

Hero of the Veilguard:

She's welcome back in the Necropolis. She knows her history now. But can she go back knowing what she knows about herself? About the world?

Should she embrace the necromancer she is and the life that her father gave up his for? Or should she embrace the world beyond and the ways she could try to make things better beyond the walls of the Necropolis?

Rekindled Spirit vs. Portal to the World Beyond

Post-Tearstone Island:

If romanced, she very firmly tells everyone not to overload Rook after their return from the Fade. And then she very firmly tells Rook to go lie down Or Else.

When she comes to check on Rook in the Meditation Room, she has a cup of their favorite drink, and clarifies that she asked Lucanis at one point what it was. She sits with Rook on the sofa, and asks how they're feeling:

If they give a scared or sad response, she'll take their hand and comfort or reassure them that she's there for them

If they give a silly response, she'll take their hand and tell them they don't have to put on a brave face for her.

Hot take, there's no sex in her romance scene. She will kiss Rook and embrace them, though. I guess there's a fade-to-black so you can assume what you want but I say there's no sex. :)

In the post fade-to-black, she says she was ready to plunge as deep into the Fade as she had to in order to find Rook. And there's no way Elgar'nan's going to stop them now. Rook laughs at her confidence and she just smiles. She's found something she wants to keep more than anything and she's not going to let it go again.

Post romance scene or not romanced, she can be found in either Davrin's room or Harding's room (depending on who died). She has some conversation about how memories can bleed into places, and in the Fade even more so. She's trying to leave as much of an impression of who they were in the Lighthouse as she can. She doesn't want their memory to fade away.

"Her name was Lace Harding. She was born on a farm in Ferelden. She was skilled with a bow, liked cheese and hated coffee." She's trying to remember every detail about them that she can, so the spirits know and can remember.

#oc: sabriel ingellvar #my art #my writing #oc as a companion #This is all lightly edited if at all so if there's anything that sounds weird my b #had a lot of fun with this! might think about doing something similar with luz and tela at some point #dragon age #veilguard

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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hi! I have no idea if prompts are still open (it is decidedly not Wednesday - on that note I hope you have an amazing weekend) but I was wondering if you could add a little to the verse where Alec prays to his ancestors? (I'm an absolute slut for anything pagan/occult, so this verse ticks every box I have)

I would really love to see if there are any... hidden/obscure practices that have been lost to time and censorship. would Magnus recognise them? How did he come to this practice? an obscure book hidden in an abandoned corner of the library? an accident whilst at the family graveyard?

anyway thank you so much for indulging my questions (and for sharing your incredible writing) . have a good day/night and please tell nightshade he's a very good boy for me!

(sorry for the long ask and wow there are a lot of parenthesis)

hi!! this is from a while ago (and back when i did take prompts randomly as well) so ofc i'm still answering! (it just took a while) because now i only accept prompts when the ask box is 'prompts open'. but that's only a couple months old.

i hope you enjoy it!! last part of fic here.

<3 lumine

*long asks are fun! also magnus will recognize some practices but not as nephilim, it's just that they'll be similar in nature to ones he recognizes and has seen/used. so sometimes magnus will be able to guess what alec's doing and they're also very compatible so alec and magnus can pull each other into rituals that normally shouldn't be shared. also magnus has extra immunity because of Asmodeus' blood. the part of alec figuring this out is here. (also all nephilim are technically related -something all of them forget- because raziel's blood is half of all their shared biology )

thank you i will!! he is currently snuggling under my feet but he wiggled a bit when i told him someone sent him 'good boys' (aka where i singsong repeat good boy until i run out of breathe) i also use a lot of parenthesis! they're nice. (Nightshade got excited and did the turn around in a circle and lay back down)

pray to the hunters

Alexander is frowning when Magnus finally sees him.

Oh he’s known his boy was there, but since Alexander was practicing a surprising about of discretion concerning his presence, Magnus let it be.

Until his patience ran out.

He finds Alexander in his professional office which is not a place he’s shown Alexander, but one he’s pleased his boy’s made use of. The fact that Alexander is willing to trespass without first talking to Magnus means he feels he belongs here, in Magnus’ private and personal space and he’s right.

Alexander belongs anywhere that is Magnus’.

Yet that doesn’t change the fact that Alexander is frowning as he looks down through the one-way window that shows the club below. He looks at the writhing crowd that moves to the tempo of the music and the pulse of the magic as if barely seeing them.

“What displeases you darling?”

Alexander looks to him, face smoothing into nothing but the turn of his lips to show his pleasure at Magnus’ arrival.

“I have a boon to ask.”

Magnus’ heart stutters though his breathing stays steady and his magic throbs with ravenous hunger at the idea.

A boon puts Alexander in Magnus’ debt.

A boon gives Magnus yet another hold over Alexander and unless the boon broke a personal limit, Magnus can’t imagine denying Alexander for even a moment.

“Tell me what it is and if it’s within my power, I will grant it.”

Magnus doesn’t mention that if it’s not in his power, he will simply expand his power until it is. There is little that means as much as securing more of Alexander’s affections and interests and most delightfully, his gratitude.

“There are traditions. Old ones, to carry a piece of another. A token of sorts.”

“Another?” Magnus mocks, because he doubts that’s the word actually used.

Alexander rolls his eyes, not even bothering to hide it, and gives Magnus a look. It reminds Magnus that teasing Alexander has it’s own consequences as his boy is liable to bite back. And Magnus is no more eager to… confine the limits of their relationship to mere words just yet.

“Continue.” Magnus allows with a flick of his fingers and Alexander catches his hand lightning quick; only to bring Magnus’ palm to his lips for a cool kiss that has Magnus sighing in contentment.

Truly, he has no interest in returning to his court. Not when Alexander is here and so near and so willing to play with Magnus in turn.

Especially since even when he teases, Alexander’s words and actions are formed and threaded with sincerity.

“Oh I’m not boring you?” Alexander’s expression doesn’t change but his eyes gleam and Magnus gives a deep chuckle and uses the palm Alexander’s holding to pull his boy close. Close enough that he can kiss Alexander’s cheek, adding just a hint of teeth against his boy's jaw.

“No, not in the least.”

A knock rings at the door and before anything can happen the wards activate with a twitch of Magnus’ eye. And — unheard to Alexander — the daring intruder and near interrupter will be met with a rebound of equal force.

Magnus will not tolerate interruptions to any of his moments with Alexander. Perhaps when things are more widely known. When Magnus is sure that all but the most reclusive of the shadowworld known who Alexander belongs to. Especially once those of the downworld who work with death realize that Alexander also walks their path. It’s only rumors and legends, nothing truly confirmed of nephilim who dabble in necromancy. And while Magnus’ goal in the end is having a consort of equal ability and devastation; he can’t deny how many would love to steal Alexander from him.

Not that Alexander would turn from Magnus, it’s simply that it won’t stop others from trying.

“You were saying, darling?” Magnus coaxes, voice soothing and lined with promised threat.

Alexander relaxes as intended with an amused smirk at the door, correctly interpreting who the threat is for. His teeth gleam like sun-bleached bone as they flash sharply in a grin that has an almost boyish charm that makes him look dangerously innocent.

If Alexander ever wished or learned to use his face to hunt prey rather than his instincts and talent, then he would be instantly successfully.

Or perhaps Magnus is simply entranced by Alexander in every way.

“It can be worn as jewelry such as rings or a band, or—” Alexander’s eyes glitter like he knows a secret he thinks Magnus will enjoy, “a piercing. Something from another intimately entwined with ones own body.”

Alexander doesn’t have any piercings, yet.

Magnus is aware of that but it doesn’t stop Magnus from imaging where one would go and how it would look and he realizes it would undoubtedly be made of bone. A shared hunt. Between the two of them they can easily find a rogue nephilim to kill. Proof of strength and adoration, carved from Magnus own hand and magic and drenched in blood he’s shed.

Magnus swallows, hoarse with want at that kind of a claim and his fingers dig deep enough to bruise as Alexander’s face softens with contentment.

AN:

tumblr tried to autocorrect alexander's (the only problem capitalization) to salamanders. SALAMANDERS.

yes. magnus' salamanders.

while i'm sure magnus has definitely bred fire breathing salamanders or tectonic shaking mudskips, not currently in this fic.

anyhoo. uh. yeah. magnus is delighted. thrilled. he gets to pick what he wants and where he wants for alec and alec gets to do the same for him.

alec: so i want to ask a favor

magnus: okay lets hear it

alec: i want to get couples piercings

magnus: how is that a favor? but also i dont care lets go.

Magnus: on one hand i would have done this without the boon and on the other, i really want that boon. so it's mine. and so is alexander.

Alec not really caring just very pleased. He considered it a boon because he knows Magnus is rather particular with his jewelry. he figured the concession was Magnus being comfortable with it being reciprocal. magnus is delighted its reciprocal. he's fucking thrilled and alec's all viciously pleased about his claim on magnus as well and magnus is ready to preen like a well deserved peacock does

because peacocks deserve to preen. lets be real they are beautiful. and so is magnus.

also i relate to alec in a lot of ways but especially in that we are both magnus apologists. he really is magical.

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #pray to the hunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec

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glxssy-the-first · 3 days ago

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Coil⚡️x reader headcanons

Requested by Anon

TW: None!

May be OOC

╰┈➤ Love at first sight when he met you. Was completely head over heels. Kinda funny to see how someone so confident can turn into a guy tripping over his words.

╰┈➤ He did eventually confess to you, even if that meant a lot of stammering and trying not to look like a tomato.

╰┈➤ It’s been great since. You have a very healthy relationship.

╰┈➤ His love language is definitely touch. Whether it be an arm around your waist, hand holding, or hugging. Touch is great for him.

╰┈➤ Adding onto that, loves cuddles. Hot or cold, doesn’t matter, cuddles. Always the big spoon, too.

╰┈➤ Gets really excited when you come to one of his matches, and tries extra hard to win. He wants to impress you so you can stroke his ego more.

╰┈➤ Gives you his hoodies. He finds it cute seeing you wearing it.

╰┈➤ Someone made you upset? He comforts you, then finds that person and beats the shit out of them. Who cares if it’s assault, he’s wanted anyways.

╰┈➤ Play-fighting is common, but he won’t actually hurt you, if he does by accident, he’s crying in your arms while you reassure him it’s okay.

"Babe, it's just a small nick, I'm fine.." "But I put it there..."

╰┈➤ Scary dog privileges. He makes sure you're safe anythine you're out. Warding away any creeps that try to approach.

╰┈➤ He likes carrying you. A lot. You can insist on walking but he won't listen and carry you. Sometimes you accept it because you're tired, it's nice being carried to a soft bed.

╰┈➤ If you’re hung over after a party, he’s there to make sure you’ll be okay. Even if he’s hung over himself- but he always insists he’s okay.

╰┈➤ Mornings are (most of the time) tough. Either Coil doesn’t wanna get up and you’re up already, or he doesn’t wanna get up and doesn’t want you to get up either.

"The worlds not gonna end if I get up, just let me go." "Nooo...it's too comfy..."

╰┈➤ Congratulate yourself once you get out, but that just means he’s gonna hold you more later. Maybe just let him get up when he’s ready instead of risking a more clingy Coil.

╰┈➤ He finishes any food you can't finish. He'll tease you a bit for it, but eats nonetheless. At least you're not overeating.

#phighting #phighting!#phighting x reader #roblox #roblox phighting #phighting x y/n #coil phighting #coil x reader #headcanon

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 days ago

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For Bobby is Izuku's father, how does he introduce him to Huntrix?

"Hey Bobby!" Rumi and the girls cheered into the phone. They were so excited to see their manager again. He'd only been with them for a year, but they missed him so MUCH. He was so nice.

He let them eat actual food; he'd even fired their old dietitian, who kept trying to convince them to go on super restrictive diets. He never worked them till they dropped, and he always had their backs. When Mira spotted her mother and father at a signing event, Bobby ordered security to escort them out. When Zoey had been sobbing over some messages from her mother, Bobby was there to listen.

When Rumi had a panic attack over short sleeves that the makeup artist tried to insist on, Bobby was there to make them back off.

He was the BEST.

"Hey girls," Bobby said. The video call showed how tired he was, his hair a mess from running fingers through it.

"When are you coming back?" Zoey asked. "We miss you!"

"Yeah!" Rumi and Mira agreed. Bobby smiled back.

"I miss you girls, too," he said. He glanced at something off-screen. "I... did Celine say why I went to Japan?"

"Something about a family emergency," Rumi admitted. Bobby nodded.

"Without going into too much detail, the Japanese Child Guidance Center reached out to me. I have a son," Bobby admitted.

"WHAT?!" Huntrix shouted in shock. A shocked noise came from Bobby's end of the call. The man switched to Japanese, turning to look behind him.

"Hey buddy. Did we wake you?" Bobby said in the same soft voice he used when they were having a bad day.

"Lonely," a child's voice replied. "Who on phone?"

"Remember when I told you I worked with really cool people?" Bobby asked. "I'm on the phone with them." Bobby angled the phone so the girls could see his son.

"Oh my god, he's adorable!" Zoey sequealed. Rumi and Mira could barely hold back their own squeals. A little boy with curly green hair and the biggest green eyes blinked at them before going red and hiding his face in a yellow, blue and red blanket he had. "Awww," the girls cooed.

"This is Izuku," Bobby introduced him. "They just had my last name, so it took a few years to find me after his mother passed. I came to meet him and..." Bobby sighed. "The people he was with weren't good." Bobby did not elaborate.

The girls made notes find out more.

"I'll be back soon, with Izuku," Bobby beamed at them.

"We're waiting!" Huntrix cheered as one.

They were thrilled to meet Izuku!

#bnha #bnha au #kpop demon hunters #It was the Bakugous #not saying more sorry

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nightvio · 2 days ago

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I know that everyone ever has already pointed it out but. The implications of this. I'm so excited for what s4 will have to offer

Long walls of me ranting down below

A lot of fans seem to be surprised/disapproving of the more mellow tone that this season will seem to have, but I actually quite like it myself. I remember being a younger fan, when it was only s1 and s2, wishing that we had more slice of life oriented episodes. The gags and the comedy are really funny, but I think it's something that could get old if they just strictly stuck with that. From the beginning of the more mellow episodes starting with ESP Kitty, I think they've always wanted to do something like this with the characters, but they just didn't, or couldn't at the time

Relating back to Osomatsu, even though he's shitty, he really does care for his brothers and enjoys being around them. I think he and Ichimatsu are a lot more similar than people think, they just have different ways of expressing themselves/coping (all the brothers share the same sentiment, but Osomatsu and Ichimatsu share more than that together. I think they both suffer from the same kind of loneliness). Where Ichimatsu copes with being antisocial and reserved though, Osomatsu copes with it by being carefree and extra shitty. As in, he takes the role of being the shittiest in stride, because then at least he's SOMETHING to his brothers. Basically, it's a role to him. His brothers are everything to him, which we can see when they all get jobs in the earlier season (except for him), and he is left feeling extremely lonely and missing his brothers. Relating it to season 4, I think they're going to explore this part of Osomatsu more, or at least I hope they do. I like Ichimatsu because I relate to him the most, so like as an Ichimatsu looking at Osomatsu, I want to see and understand that part of him more. I also want to see them have more interactions in this season, I just feel that they're an underrated duo

Random but Ichimatsu writing something down on his tanzaku and expressing his wish is really nice, I wonder what it is? He does say that he wants a cat in the episode, so it might be just that. It's nice to see him grow as a character though

OKAY for the OP/ED. I sort of like them. I've seen some fans saying that they're being lazy, but I don't think that's what they're going for? They've always been experimental about their OPs/EDs. I've been in the Japanese side of the fandom on YouTube and NicoNico (I know a little bit of Japanese), and a lot of fans are saying it reminds them of MMD, and it makes them feel nostalgic. It seems that Osomatsu san MMDs were popular in the fandom, especially on NicoNico, so I think the true intention with the style they chose was to give a nod to the fandom (and also partly a gag because they look funny). Scary to think that the people working on Osomatsu san are lurking in the fandom though... there's no way they made such an MMD-style video by pure coincidence though

On a side note, look at how they massacred my boys:

Poor unibrow and frogface :(

Something else that's important about the ED though (and I think someone pointed this out already) that relates to my point about Osomatsu is how he is posed in a couple of frames. Maybe it's a bit of a stretch, but it's worth noting...

He's turned away from his brothers in the first picture. The second one isn't as significant, but he's still turning away, which I still think should be noted. An interesting comparison is how Osomatsu is the furthest back, standing a bit away from his brothers, as though he's distant from them. Which brings me to this:

Here he is also in the back, distant and observing his brothers. Yes, there's the empty tanzaku implying that he already has his wish, but I think there's a little more going on here. A little darkness underneath the light some might say. I already explained what I think is going on with him earlier, but I think (if my stretch is right and I'm not just insane) that we might expect a little drama in this season, a long with the more chill slice of life tone

Anyway, end of my insane bullshit ranting. I'm gonna leave off saying that I think season 4 has a ton of potential, and I really like what we have so far! Looking forward to the next episode tomorrow :)

#mr osomatsu #osomatsu san #ichimatsu #osomatsu matsuno #osomatsu san season 4 #driedkenny/nightvio rants

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obsessive-ego · 1 day ago

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Become one with the darkness

Skips shadley x reader

SPOILER WARNING

Reader is gender neutral

Reader doesn't want to become a shadow and give up their life for a man they've known a short while

Literally, just a rewrite and expansion on skips love route, kinda cringe lol

"Because I'm going to turn you into a shadow"

He looked so happy when those words left his mouth, gently grabbing your hands, this had to be the happiest you've ever seen him, but

"Im sorry-?" Was all you could say in response. Was he joking? He couldn't be serious, right? But the way he was looking at you, holding you, if this was a joke, he was one hell of an actor

"Now that I'm up to full power, I can reconfigure you" Skips give your hands a gentle squeeze. "That way, we'll be together forever"

"I-i thought that armor thing was made up"

"Yeah, but the powers of darkness are very real," skips chuckles, "now become untethered and enter the void"

"No- wait" You couldn't be turned into a shadow to give up your humanity for a man you've only known for a short time? That's crazy to give up your friends, family, your job, your home, it's crazy.

But

You knew skips. He was clingy and sensitive and outright lashing out, and telling him he's being stupid was a bad idea. He'd probably never want to see you again after that, ypu two had so much in common. You didn't want to lose him.

"It'll be fine," his excited voice snaps you out of your spiraling. "You're not like the others. You won't leave me like they did, like Benji did." The joy in his voice fades when he brings up his old friends. His gaze drifts from you only for a moment before returning eye contact."we'll be together forever♡" he squeezes your hands. "Trust me♡"

You hated this, he looked so happy, happy to take away your life, you had to do something, say something, anything.

"Skips, you know I care about you, and it- i-" you stutter trying to think of something, the shadow could only stare at you with those desperate eyes and a vice grip on your hands. "You know I work tomorrow," his grip loosens, "and it would be really shitty of me to be a no-show, and it's too late to tie any loose ends, ya know, I cant do that, give me a day, please my dear shadow lord♡" you prayed he'd take the bait and give you more time to think of a way to tell him this was a terrible idea.

The silence felt awful as you waited for his response. The shadow still held your hands, his face still flush with his yellow blush, he'd open his mouth, then close it, then open it again

Then finally

"You're too kind for your own good penumbra." Skips brings your hand to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. "I can wait a few more hours for you. We'll have eternity after all"

You give him a shaky smile, knowing you bought yourself a few more hours to think.

...

Work was bad. Your mind was elsewhere, desperately trying to figure out the best way to tell him no without hurting his feelings. Maybe explaining your point of view could be the right way? Fuck

"Y/n? Y/n!"

Your boss's cranky voice snapped you out of your thoughts

"Sorry" you chuckle

Your boss sighs, "I'm going to make this quick, we're downsizing, and we're letting you go at the end of your shift. Thank you for your years of service"

What?

Your whole trip home didn't feel real, you lost your job, what are you going to do? You couldn't tell your parents, how were you gonna pay the bills? the job market is terrible. As your bus got closer and closer to your stop, you felt sick and sicker, tears finally streaming down your face.

The walk from the bus stop to your home felt like a death march. What were gonna do? Collect unemployment, but what after that?!

Standing in front of your own door it hits you, skips, you completely forgot about him, what were you gonna tell him? What are you supposed to do? Everything was happening too fast. Too much was going wrong. You just wanted to sink into nothingness -

Maybe

Sink

Into

Darkness

You gingerly open your front door to he greeted by an inky black abyss, your bag is carelessly dropped on the floor, your face stained with tears

"Im ready" was all you were able to croak out

...

So here you were standing in your living room in the dark, skips standing in front of you, absolutely brimming with excitement, his face flushed with that beautiful yellow.

"Okay, I'm ready." You wipe the tears from your eyes. You pray skips takes them as tears of joy. "i'm ready to become a shadow"

"Oh, you chose correctly♡" the shadow sighs dreamily. "Now let the dark ritual commence"

Skips holds his hand out to you, "my penumbra, join hands with me♡"

You take his hand a directed. it's hard to tell, but you swear you heard his voice hitch. He was really excited for this, and you were using this as a fix for your life falling apart-

"Be untethered from the warmth of light, submit thy soul to the chill of night! Be one with the darkness" skips grand incantation ends, and you screw your eyes shut and hold your breath, not sure what to expect, but, theres no puff of smoke or flash of light, and you sure as hell dont feel any different, other than feeling a tad silly.

"Uhhhh"

You open your eyes and look at your hands, then up at skips who was now looking at you, confusion plasted on his face

"...skips?" Your voice was soft and gentle

"This can't be," his voice was soft, full of hurt. "Why isn't it working? Aren't you fully attuned to the shadows?" He gives your hands a hard squeeze."no- that's not right. If you can't be a shadow, how can we truly be together?" His voice cracks

To be honest, you were relieved, on a moment of weakness you were going to throw away your life, but, his words kind of hurt, were you not enough for him the way you were now? Was your humanity really so bad?

"Skips, its fine"

"FOR YOU IT IS!" He snaps, finally letting go of your hands."You have so many friends to talk to! I only have you! Why do you have to go in the morning? Why can't you just stay and be with me?" He tries to choke back a sob "y/n" he whispers."I think i need to be alone-" Skips takes a step back from you and vanishes from your sight.

What a mess

...

The following day, you had nothing to do and nowhere to go. You slept in till noon and spent the day rotting around the house watching tiktoks. You lost your job, and your resident shadow demon friend is having emotional issues.

Come nightfall, you started to feel better. You browsed job listings, rewrote your resume, and baked cookies to simulate control when you felt out of control.

But here you were sitting in the dark with the soft glow of the tv being your only light, you werent exactly watching tv. You just needed the noise in your empty house. Normally, around this time, you and skips would be hanging out, but he was probably still feeling down. You should check in on him, but was it too soon? You didn't want to come on to strong, he looked really, really upset.

"Hey..."

You perk up and look to the dark corners of the room, skips had made himself visible to you again.

"Good evening, my dark and powerful lord." You give skips a soft smile, happy to see him again

Skips blushes. "You don't have to do that"

You get off of the couch and slowly make your way to him, "but you're THE shadow lord" you knew calling him that while he's in his human shape always made him smile.

"Heh, if I was so powerful, you'd be a shadow" he sighs

You reach for him. "we can still be together, you know, I mean, is it so bad that I'm not a shadow?"

Skips gently takes your hand, his cold skin feels so nice against your human flesh

"No," he sighs. "You're perfect.... Im sorry, it's just, I'm so scared to lose someone again." his eyes refuse to meet your gaze. "Every time we part, i think, 'what if they dont come back?' But, my fears subside when you return to me." His eyes finally find yours, his face flush with that golden blush upon his lilac skin. "Why? Why do you keep reuniting with me?" His voice was shaky. His grip on your hands tightened as if you were gonna vanish.

It was now or never.

"Because I love you"

"What-? I- i see"

Now, it was your turn to avoid his gaze. Maybe you should have kept that to yourself. Here he was pouring his heart out to you, and you say that shit? Selfish

"If that's the case, I guess I have nothing left to fear, penumbra, give me your eyes"

You take a deep breath and look up at him, his face now completely yellow with a smile as wide as a waning cresent moon.

"I- well, you mind if I make a confession?" He asks you softly, you nod, you can barely hear him over your own heart beating.

"So... sorry, its just-" he looks away from you, clearly struggling. "...come on, " he groans, his face still a lovely yellow blush.

You smile. "What would xxxshadowlord420xxx say?" You chuckle, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, hoping that would give the shadow some confidence.

"Huh? Oh-!" Skips clears his throat, his voice deepening with the harsh growl he once had when portraying his shadowlord form." Although my dark core is frozen, I admit to growing fond of you by my side, penumbra, my loyal companion"

You can't help but smile. The cheesy edgy words skips spoke always made your heart pound.

His voice softening back to his default tone. "Will you eclipse your heart over mine?" He held your hands close to his chest as he stared desperately into your eyes "you needn't reciprocate right away-" his voice now a whisper, slowly losing confidence

"Yes! I mean- yes, I will, yes" you chuckle, embarrassed by your eager answer

"Really? Wow, it feels nice to finally say it"

The two of you stand in the darkness, holding each other for a moment until skips breaks the silence

"Can i- can I try something?"

You nod, the shadow gently cups your face, his cold skin always felt so nice against you, ypu naturally leaned into his touch

"My penumbra," he whispers as he gently leans closer, slowly closing the gap between the two of you, his cold lips pressing into yours. You can feel his snake bite piercings against your mouth. After what felt like a perfect eternity, skips pulled away, his face flush, he gently leans his forehead against yours. "Can we-?" He swallows "can we spend all night together?"

"Anything for my umbra♡"

...

Bonus

The next morning, y/n wakes up feeling run down from only sleep from dawn to late morning

"Skips, i love you dearly, but we need to work out a schedule"

#date everything spoilers #date everything #skips shadley x reader #skips shadley #xxxshadowlord420xxx #xxxshadowlord420xxx x reader

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ducksido · 8 hours ago

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Hi! Ducksido, I've been reading many of your works, and the way you write the characters and the situations is truly amazing! I LOVE it! So I want to request a Tiny!yuu, not just the typical human height but a size that can fit in a human palm! I got this weirdly lovely idea inspired by Arrietty (one of my favorite childhood movies). Despite their pocket size, they are very fast, surprisingly STRONG, and very witty about escaping and defending themselves too But that didn't make their situation any less difficult, and their existence in Twisted Wonderland made their situation more vulnerable to being attacked or exploited! Living in a haunted shabby dorm was already hard enough, right? Just imagine how much harder it is for a tiny little magic-less person with a gluttonous stubborn monster to take care of. But with so many dangerous things they had to face every day, they weren't too shaken because of their big brave heart and their natural curiosity. But they were still worried and afraid that they wouldn't be able to go back to see their dear family again because the world they had left wasn't safe for their kind either. So they had to be extra careful and try even harder than anyone else in the NRC. So what the housewarden would react or feel about them in and after know them and what are they going to do with Tiny!yuu. My most favorite and excited part is friendship between malleus and Tiny!yuu it would be the most cutest thing ever!! Just imagine a tiny human sitting fearlessly on the shoulders of dragon fae prince that most people fear and they have a great time together I'm really sorry if this is a too long I'm just excited about the ideas and want to yap about it lol. If you're not comfortable with the request, that's okay! because I'm glad you read my request. Have a nice day and stay healthy;))🧡

This is my poor attempt to sketch the scenario, lmao

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle discovers you during an unannounced inspection of Ramshackle—he sees a teacup shimmy across the table by itself and instinctively casts Vine Bind (a spell that wraps vines on its opponent). You screech. He gasps.

“A-a person?!”

You look up, tangled in magic thread and furious. “Would you please ask before binding someone in vines?!”

He turns redder than his dorm’s uniform.

At first, Riddle is scandalized by your improper lifestyle. Sleeping in sugar boxes, using stray playing cards as shields, drinking from dewdrops? No rules. No structure. No tea etiquette?! Outrageous!

“I cannot allow you to live like this. It’s practically barbaric.”

He returns days later with a handcrafted dollhouse and a thimble full of tea, grumbling: “Not that I approve of your behavior, but… you should at least have proper housing.”

You surprise him by being respectful but witty, willing to challenge his views. You help calm his anger during tense moments, whispering sharp truths from his lapel or poking his ear to interrupt an outburst.

He learns to admire your strong will—so tiny, so alone, yet never backing down. You remind him of himself at his most determined.

“So small, and yet you carry yourself with such dignity. No wonder people follow your lead…”

Leona Kingscholar

When Leona first notices something skittering through the botanical garden—too fast to be a bug but too small to be a beast—he’s mildly curious. Then he sees it: a tiny, human-shaped figure darting under a leaf.

“…No way. Is that the new herbivore?” He catches you easily when you freeze in place out of fear, curling into a tight ball. You hiss at him. He blinks, then grins.

“You really think you’re gonna scare me like that?”

Leona would act indifferent, almost lazy about your size. But you soon catch him leaving small trinkets and food crumbs near your dorm when no one’s looking. He pretends it’s not for you. Despite his usual aloofness, he’s very aware of the danger you’re in. He’ll subtly position himself between you and other students during class or tap his pen loudly if someone’s getting too close.

When you fall asleep near him on a patch of his scarf, he doesn’t move. “Tch. Look at you… Still fighting even when you're this tiny. Brave little pest.” There’s admiration in his voice, even if he won’t say it outright.

Azul Ashengrotto

When Azul discovers your existence, his mind races—not with awe, but opportunity. You're unique. Rare. Possibly the only one of your kind. He wants to protect you, yes... but also study you. And perhaps… a business idea?

He offers you a gilded acorn as a gift, sweetly saying: “I simply wish to provide you with shelter, security, and safety. Imagine—an entire little dollhouse built to your scale! With servants!”

You glare. “Are you trying to trap me in luxury?”

He flinches. “Trap? No no! I prefer the word… arrangement.”

Eventually, your wit, stubbornness, and moral compass frustrate and fascinate him. He gives up on trying to sign a contract when you sew a button to a needle and declare it your “spear of justice.”

Over time, Azul softens. He becomes more like a curious older brother, gently adjusting things around the Lounge to keep you safe. When others ask why there’s a spoonful of soup left untouched in a covered cup, he just smiles. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is ecstatic about you. Tiny? Magical? Fast? He immediately proclaims you as his new best friend.

“I’ll build you a tiny palace! Wait, no—a flying carpet the size of a napkin! Wait—!!” He gets too excited and nearly drops you once, after which he cries for ten minutes and apologizes a hundred times.

He’ll talk to you endlessly, always keeping his hands open in case you want to sit or rest. You bring out the protector in him—even more than usual.

He’ll often check on you at night, sneaking to Ramshackle with Jamil: “Just making sure Yuu’s got enough soup in that little walnut bowl I left!”

You’re the only one who can calm his impulsiveness, and he treasures that. He might carry you in his turban during parties—laughing when you whisper sarcastic commentary into his ear.

Jamil Viper

At first, Jamil is suspicious of you. Not because you’re small, but because you’re hiding something. No magic, no documents, no origin—just a palm-sized person with a quick tongue and darting limbs.

You sit on a teacup handle and stare him down. “I’m just trying to survive.”

That breaks him. He understands too well.

He helps secretly—making sure insects don’t crawl into your hideouts, teaching you hand signals for when danger is near, even teaching you how to climb with thread like rope.

Over time, he’s lowkey protective. Not openly, but when someone gets too close to squishing you, his knife just happens to land a little too close to their foot.

“Oops,” he says flatly. “Watch where you’re stepping.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is... conflicted. You’re unique, yes. Adorable even. But also in constant danger of being stepped on, blown away, or snatched. He hates the lack of control over your circumstances.

“You cannot just scamper around like a beetle. It’s unsightly, not to mention dangerous!”

You sass back, "It’s not like I can call Uber, Vil!"

Eventually, he assigns Rook to act as a part-time scout for you and orders Epel to stitch you clothes that aren’t made from sock threads. He even designs you an entire outfit using his makeup brush handle as a mannequin.

Vil finds himself stunned when he sees you asleep in a flower, curled up like a dream. Something in him aches. He doesn’t say it, but he respects your resilience. He sees beauty in your courage. “You are... breathtakingly bold for someone so easily crushed.”

Idia Shroud

Idia screams the first time you appear on his desk. He thinks you’re a bug. You flinch. He yelps. Both of you freeze in pure social anxiety.

But then… he’s intrigued.

He sets up an entire mini VR headset for you using crystal shards and animation illusion spells. He makes you a gaming chair out of a cotton spool. Your tiny hands can only press one key at a time, but you’re shockingly fast.

He becomes addicted to your presence. He leaves little post-it notes with “quests” for you, complete with (ridiculous) rewards like a micro chocolate chip or a pebble carved into a sword.

“You’re like a gacha character I rolled on accident… but you’re actually broken-tier support,” he mutters during a call with Ortho.

He starts watching you from afar, heart pounding when you call him “cool” for your size-adjusted gadgets. You’re the only one who ever calls him that without irony.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus finds you during a nightly walk near Ramshackle, standing in front of a moth, gently coaxing it away from your tiny hideout.

He’s fascinated. Captivated.

You should fear him—but you don’t. You look up, fearless and small, and speak to him as if you weren’t the size of his thumb. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” He lets out a deep, echoing laugh. “What a curious creature you are.”

From then on, he visits nightly. He lets you sit on his shoulder, tucked into the collar of his cloak, and talks about loneliness, time, and stars.

You tell him stories from your world. He listens.

Sometimes, he lowers his face until it’s inches from you. “You are… extraordinary, child of man. So small, yet so full of fire.”

When he learns how you fear never returning home—how your world wasn’t safe for your kind either—he offers his protection. Not as a contract. Not as a deal.

“I do not make light promises, Yuu. But know this—so long as I exist, no harm shall come to you.”

You sleep safely in a blossom at his side that night, wrapped in dragon-warmed magic.

And for the first time in a long while, you feel a little less alone.

#twst #twst wonderland #twst yuu #twst x reader

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a99jazzybean · 20 hours ago

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The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins

synop: It's the summer before your senior year in college. You and your friends, Chance and Parker, decide to go on a road trip across the U.S. as a final hurrah. Along the way you grow closer than ever before, making you question where exactly you want your relationship to go. Your future will make you wonder how long things will even last...

words: 5.2K

includes: chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab reader, friends to lovers, slowburn, road trips, drinking, fluff, mutual pining

a/n: Here it starts! My lil multi-chap chancexparkerxreader fic! I'm super excited for this one! Please let me know your thoughts! This chap is sfw, but future ones will eventually contain smut!

“Do you have everything?” Your mother asked, brow raised as if she was ready to not believe you.

“Yes, Ma.” You said for the fifteenth time.

“Are you sure?”

“We’ve got everything, Miss.” Chance said for you as he slid the trunk cover over your belongings.

With your friend’s confirmation, your mom nodded a satisfied smile on her face. Of course she would listen to him over you. He was, how did she put it? Oh, right: the most handsome, smart young-man she had ever met. She wasn’t wrong… but you would never admit that.

“Ooh. It’s hard to let you go.” Your mom pouted, wrapping her arms around you.

“Ma…. I’ve been on plenty of trips alone before. It’s fine.” You groaned as she tightly squeezed you in a hug.

“Oh, I know sweetheart. But you’ve never been gone for so long.” She said, teary eyed.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out of her hold.

“Again, we’ll be fine. We’re all responsible adults.” You paused, glancing at Parker. “Mostly responsible adults.”

“I can hear you, you know?” Parker said with a smirk.

“And would you agree that you are a part of the responsible adults?” You raised a questioning brow at him.

“Hmmm… Nope!” He exclaimed, before climbing into the backseat of the truck.

“Thought so.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Alright, I think it’s time we head out.” Chance said, fending off his own mother’s love.

You gave a chuckle as you watched the man receive a sloppy kiss on the cheek from his mom before she pinched it lovingly.

“Oh, okay Chancey.” She pecked his cheek again. “You better call!” She pointed a finger at him.

“You know I will, mom.” He rolled his eyes with a smile. “And if I forget, I know you’ll be blowing my phone up anyway.” He sighed.

“Can a mother not be concerned for her child?” She placed her hands on her hips.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Your mother copied her stance.

“Oh, no. They’re teaming up.” You said to Chance.

“Make a break for it?” Chance gave you a cheeky grin.

“You got it.” You gave your mom a quick peck on the cheek and hug, then sprinted into the truck.

Starting it up, you heard heavy rock blast through the cabin speakers. Through the open window you waved goodbye to your mothers, then turned to face Chance. Bouncing in your seat with a smile, you let out a satisfied sigh.

“And so a month of travel with my bestest friends begins!” You exclaimed.

“Whatever shall we intrepid travelers get into?” Chance joked as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Ooh, I don’t know…” Parker trailed. “Adventure, excitement, romance?” He leaned over the front seat, waggling his brows at you.

Shoving his face back into the backseat, you giggled. What a flirt.

“Adventure at the Iowa State Fair?” You teased, glancing over the seat.

“What? It’s really fun!” Parker shrugged. “Just wait till you see the butter cow, you’ll change your mind then.”

“Butter cow?” You were intrigued.

“Oh yeah, butter cow.” Parker rubbed his hands together. “I’m pretty sure our state does one at the fair, but Iowa did it first! In 1911, to be exact.” He said, with an “um actually” pose.

You giggled with an eyeroll. Oh Parker, with all of his quirky and obscure knowledge. Never change.

The state fair was Parker’s idea. His grandparents were from Davenport and always took him to the fair every summer when he was a kid. Being the fan of games that he was, Parker was always the most excited for the carnival games. Though it seemed that some of the more interesting aspects of the fair had him intrigued as well.

“I’m excited too.” Chance chimed in. “I checked out their website, and there’s so much to do!”

“I sure would hope so, considering it’s the state fair. I highly doubt there’s that many exciting things happening in Iowa.”

Parker shook his head, tsking at you.

“Oh you sweet, poor thing. If only you knew of the vast culture of the Midwest that we live in.”

“Hey, you’ve got ties to the state. I’ve been in Chicago all my life.” You shrugged.

Sure, you had family that lived in other parts of the U.S., but most of them tended to visit in Illinois. Needless to say, you didn’t get out-of-state very often.

“Well, Iowa actually has quite a lot of interesting things…” Parker began to go on a tangent about the Hawkeye State's apparent vast culture.

You eyed Chance, the man had a content smile on his face. Just happy that you all were finally going on the trip you had been planning for months.

As it was the summer before your senior year of college, the three of you decided to hold a final hurrah before you went back to school. Parker would be graduating and attempting to head into the workforce as a sports reporter. You and Chance on the other hand, would be going on to your next stage of education, getting your masters. So, you needed to do something to celebrate the true transition into adulthood. What better way than shoving yourselves in Chance’s 2001 red Toyota Tacoma and traveling across the good ole’ U.S. of A?

All of you spent the past few months planning out every part of the trip. Chance was the best at plotting out your route. You booked the campsites and hotels (thank you Chance’s mom for your Hilton Honors points). To your surprise, Parker budgeted the entire trip. Saving you the trouble of worrying about funds.

Now, here you all were. Buzzing with excitement as you made your way across the Mississippi to begin your month-long adventure.

As you left town, you leaned back in your seat. Looking out the window, you watched as the urban landscape shifted into one of rural farmland. Cornstalks waving in the wind as you drove by. As if saying “see you later” while you headed out. Smiling to yourself, you gave a little wave back.

“What are you doing?” Chance asked with a smile of his own.

“Waving goodbye to the corn.” You said with a giggle.

“I should’ve guessed.”

All of you were somewhat quirky. Chance with his nerdy G&G self, Parker with his hyperfixation on rules, and you with your unique vibe. The way that you interacted with the world had the men captivated. Well, truly, all of you had them captivated.

The three of you had been best friends since high school. A motley crew that just so happened to all enjoy the tabletop game G&G. Joining together for the first campaign Chance had ever run. Ever since, you had remained tied to each others’ hips. Rarely were one of you seen without the others.

Thankfully, you all found your way to the same college. Though, being from the Chicagoland area, it wasn’t too difficult to attend a school with everything that you wished to study. Chance and Parker roomed with each other for the first year, then you were able to rent a way too expensive apartment together. Chance and Parker took one for the team, sharing one of the bedrooms in your two bedroom apartment.

As your friendship grew over the many years, so did an unknown, but shared crush. Each of you deeply infatuated with each other. However, you kept it a secret, lest you ruin the friendship within your trio.

Chance was the first to fall for you and Parker. What could he say? You both were hot. Just enjoying G&G even a little had him smitten. Then, when you enthusiastically joined his campaign? Oh he was a goner.

Outside of the shared interest, Chance just loved, well, you. Again, your unique outlook on life just had him absolutely hooked. The way you spoke about the future, life in general. Perhaps it was cliche, but you really opened his eyes. Making him view things from so many different angles.

Oftentimes you found yourselves staying up, having late night talks. Whether it be in person or over the phone. Though he enjoyed it when he was right beside you. You laying in his bed staring at the ceiling. He would watch your eyes move as you thought carefully about your next words. Then, you would grab his hand. Giving him the most sincere smile, eyes sparkling. Whatever came out of your mouth next could be gibberish, it wouldn’t matter. When you looked at him like that, he was absolutely awestruck. Eyes darting to your lips with a need to kiss you, but he never did. Afraid of shattering the closeness that he had managed to establish with you.

Then there was Parker. A man that was unique in his own different way. Always walking his own path with confidence. Sure, he sometimes would find himself feeling meek, but overall, he was set in his ways. Something that Chance looked up to, trying to embody it himself. Parker’s unabashed confidence was so, well, hot. He couldn’t find a better word to describe it.

When they spent time one-on-one together, Chance found he always had a good time with the man. Rarely was a smile not plastered on his face. The two enjoyed competitive games with each other. Whether it be on a board or a television screen, they easily found fun to be had together. Whenever they needed an escape, the other was there. Ready to play something to help distract from the pains of life.

Parker found his infatuation with you two grew over time. With each new thing he learned about his friends he found himself growing attracted to you. Very attracted. Like he couldn’t get the two of you out of his mind. Lucky for him, you were constantly around.

Your presence was always a comfort to your friend. He often found himself going on endless tangents about anything and everything, and he always had you there. Nodding along, listening. Perhaps a bare minimum from a friend, but something that Parker cherished regardless. The way you were always engaged in the conversation even if you had no idea what he was talking about. It was especially wonderful when the info dumps he provided you ended up giving you fun facts to take home and use as icebreakers or conversation fillers. When you had shared a fun-fact that he had shared with you, he was absolutely filled with butterflies.

Chance was similar to you, a consistent comforting presence. The two always bouncing off of each other with information and ideas. Parker lending an ear for Chance’s G&G plans. Chance engaging in intense conversation about something that intrigued Parker. Parker’s friend also was willing to try out new things with him. Whether it was a game or checking out an interesting antique store, Chance was there.

Your two friends had confessed their romantic attraction towards you to each other. Finding that jealousy had been slowly brewing between the two. When they realized the issue, they decided to see where things would go. Agreeing that whatever happens, well, happens. Perhaps you would want both of them, which they certainly were not opposed to.

What they wouldn’t admit to was the fact that they also wanted each other. Sharing their love for you, that wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Admitting their love for each other, that could shatter the trust you all shared. It couldn’t happen. Not yet, at least.

As for you, you couldn’t quite place when you had developed feelings for your friends. From the start you found both of them attractive. Nerdy and passionate, the sexiest of attributes. It didn’t help that the two got flustered very easily. Something that you took advantage of, enjoying the way the blush would dust on their cheeks at whatever suggestive thing you just said. Chance was pretty good at countering you, finding the way he called you “perfect” to be especially effective. Parker on the other hand… he would try, but mostly make a fool of himself. Though, his silliness just made you fall for him harder.

Chance was always someone you could rely on. A shoulder to cry on, or someone to bounce ideas off of, or just confide in. Whenever you needed him, he would be there. Ready to hold your hand as you cried through your latest heartbreak, or be there for you to lean on as you dreamed about your future. One that you both hoped the other stayed in. The way he would look at you, adoration in his eyes, had your heart fluttering.

Parker was the one to cheer you up. Whenever you had a long day, there Parker would be. Ready to put a smile on your face and lift your spirits. While he was always fun, there were still tender moments. Times where he’d lay his head in your lap, humming in content as you stroked his colorful hair. While Parker was very chatty, these softer moments had him quieter. Content with just being with you. Another thing that had your chest swelling.

Back in Chance’s truck, you continued to gaze out the window. Getting that feeling as if you were in a movie. It certainly felt like a coming-of-age tale as you drove west with your friends. The start of an adventure. That’s certainly how Chance saw it.

At the wheel, your friend was tapping away to a drum solo, bobbing his head to the beat with a smile on his face. You hummed along with the rock tune, watching Chance with amusement.

“Like what you see?” He threw you a dazzling smile.

“Mhmm. My dashing friend rocking out to eighties classics. Super hot.” You teased, enjoying the flush blooming on his face.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not as great a sight as my alluring friend that waves goodbye to cornstalks.” He shot back.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk.

“You can do better than that, Chance. You want a shot, Parker?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at your rainbow-haired friend.

He shrugged his shoulders then leaned forward, elbows on the front car seats. Looking between the two of you, he cupped his chin in thought.

“Hmmm…let’s see.” He leaned toward you, then Chance. Eyeballing you both up and down.

“Our chauffeur is certainly charming with his steering wheel drumming. Truly a performer of the highest caliber…” He turned to you. “Oh, but you my dear cornfield queen are more than just alluring. No, you are the cream of the crop, the most a-maize-ing person I have ever had the pleasure to meet!”

“Oh god, that was terrible. But I love it!” You snickered at your friend's punny humor.

“There’s plenty more where that came from!” He nudged your arm.

“Oh, now you’ve got him started.” Chance sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t blame me when you’re suffering from his puns.”

“Why are you so upset? Is Parker just a bit too corny for you?” You bit your lip with a smirk as Chance let out an amused huff.

“Now you too?”

“Corn’t we all just get along?” Parker chimed in.

Chance leaned his head on the steering wheel with a groan.

“Wouldn’t it be butter if we were all friends?” You added, smile widening as Chance groaned again.

“I could turn around, I really could.” Chance threatened, pointing at you.

“But you won’t.” You smirked, crossing your arms.

Letting out a sigh, a small smile reached his face.

“What can I say, guess I’m sweet on you guys.” He smirked, then his smile dropped when you didn’t get it. “You know, like sweet corn?”

“Ooooh!” You and Parker said at the same time.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that one.” You shook your head.

“You’ll get em’ next time bud. If you need some help, I’ve got a few kernels of wisdom…” Parker pat Chance on the shoulder.

Soon enough, your team had reached the Mississippi. As you passed by the Illinois sign, you waved.

“Goodbye Illinois! Hi Iowa!” You giggled to yourself.

A habit that your mother had ingrained in you when you went on a road trip. Something tender to your heart.

Chance found it absolutely adorable. Your enthusiasm for even the mundane warmed his heart.

“See ya in a month!” Parker waved to Illinois as well.

The rest of your trip went by fairly quickly. There wasn’t much to see besides corn and the occasional town. Eventually, you drove into Des Moines. Entering a KOA campsite for your first stop of your trip.

Pulling into your site, you all let out a collective sigh. As soon as the vehicle stopped, you hopped out. Stretching up, you popped the kinks in your back. Then you stretched down to your toes. Unaware of the men blatantly staring at your ass. When you turned around, you noticed their faces grew bright red. You gave them a confused look, making them shake off their embarrassment.

“Alright! Let’s get this camp set up, then get some dogs goin’!” You pumped your fist in the air, hyping up your friends.

“Oooh, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to show you guys everything tomorrow! The butter cow, the pork tent, the cornhole tournament…” Parker trailed, clutching his hands with a dreamy look on his face.

Together, you pitched your tent. A somewhat confusing contraption, but you managed to get it set up in the end. Once your camp was put together, you gazed over your little plot fondly. Dusting yourself off, you turned to your friends with a bright smile.

“Alright, let’s get a fire goin’.” You grabbed the firewood and a starter.

“Ooh, yes please! I want s’mores!” Parker rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm at the thought of the marshmallow treat.

“Of course you’d want dessert first!” You rolled your eyes as you stacked up the logs.

From your back pocket you pulled out a box of matches. With a quick flick of your wrist, you strike the match. Covering the flame with your hand you attempted to light the starter. It caught, then immediately went out. Again, you lit a match attempting to light the starter once more. Yet again, it went out. You let out a groan.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Chance stood above as you crouched by the pit.

“Uh, yes? I’m not helpless.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. Striking another match, you finally got the starter to light. “See?” You motioned at the small beginnings of your fire.

“Okay… I was a Boy Scout. Just sayin…” Chance trailed his shoe in the dirt with a feigned sheepishness.

“Congratulations. I’m sure your mother is very proud.” You teased, pushing yourself up from the ground.

“She is!”

“God, you’re even more of a dork than I thought!” You chuckled at the image of Chance in a Boy Scout uniform. Knowing his demeanor, it was very fitting.

“Dork? I prefer experienced woodsman.” He gave you a scout salute.

“Uhuh.” You looked around the campground. “What woods exactly?”

He followed your gaze, then deflated.

“It’s the principle of things. Ya know, survival stuff and whatnot?”

“And whatnot.” You crossed your arms with a smirk. Raising a suspicious brow at the man.

“Yeah, whatnot…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Enough scout’s talk! I’m ready to enjoy this fire!” Parker joined in with a roasting fork in hand. On both the prongs sat two marshmallows.

With his free hand, Parker opened up a folding chair beside the growing fire. Settling down, he held the fork over the flames. Shrugging your shoulders at Chance, you decided to join Parker. Grabbing a chair of your own, you plopped down beside him.

You watched Parker toast his marshmallows, the man purposefully catching them on fire. With a deep puff, he put out the flame. A pleased expression was on his face as he looked at the charred remains of his sweet treat.

“I forgot you like to cremate your s’mores.” You stuck out your tongue.

“I always say, the more burnt, the better! You just don’t have taste.” He stuck his own tongue out at you.

Pulling off one of the marshmallows, Parker popped it into his mouth. Humming with content he enjoyed the sweet.

“I prefer mine perfectly caramelized." You said, pinching your fingers together and waving your hand for emphasis.

“Yeah, caramelized by me.” Chance had joined you with his own chair.

He handed you a fork and pulled out hotdogs from the cooler.

“You just make them so well.” You gave him a sweet smile, batting your lashes.

“Uhuh, more like you burn them without my help.” Chance chuckled as he put a dog onto his fork. “Need me to cook your hotdog too?”

“No. I’m fully capable of doing so.” You huffed.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up to prep your own dog. Dipping into the cooler, you pulled out a beer. Chance eyed you, signaling he wanted one as well. You tossed a can his way then one to Parker. Both of them waited a moment before cracking them open.

When your dog was on the fork, you plopped back into your seat. Lifting your beer, you offered a toast.

“To good friends, and a great road trip!”

“Why are we just good friends?” Parker teased.

“To GREAT friends, and a great road trip. Better?” You asked, shaking your can for them to tap.

The men clinked their cans against yours.

“Cheers!” Parker said.

“Slàinte!” Chance added.

“Salud!” You finished.

All of you tipped your beers back, letting out sighs of content after swallowing.

“Oh I can get used to this.” You placed your fork over the fire. “Cookin’ dogs, crackin’ cold ones, all with my boys.” You gave them both a soft smile.

Despite your words being silly, the two still felt a tender affection for your sentiment. They were your boys, and they loved that.

When your hotdog was thoroughly cooked, you prepped it with all the fixins. Including ketchup. An audible gasp came from Parker and Chance as they saw you commit one of the deadliest sins a Chicagoan could do.

“What?” You groaned. “We’re not in Illinois anymore…” You looked away from them, whistling nonchalantly.

“We’re still representin’! Parker added.

“If the Cubs don’t make it to the World Series for 100 years again, I’m blaming you.” Chance jabbed a finger at you, taking a pointed bite of his hot dog. A perfect squirt of mustard on it, none of that ketchup bullshit.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to enjoy my dogs the way I please. Cubs be damned!” You chuckled as their eyes widened.

“Blasphemy! We leave our home state for less than…” Parker checked his phone, “five hours! And you’ve suddenly gone rogue!”

“I feel like that’s a bit dramatic.” You took a big chomp out of your hotdog.

“I think I’m gonna faint.” Parker draped his hand over his head dramatically.

“What would your mother think?” Chance tsked at you.

“She would be chill with it, considering she enjoys ketchup on her hot dogs too.” You gave them a smirk, taking another bite.

“It runs in the family…” Chance shook his head. “I should’ve known.”

“Yeah, they always have given off an air of being a traitor.” Parker’s eyes narrowed at you.

You sat in a brief silence, then all burst out laughing. The two loved your laugh. Appreciating the crinkle of your eyes and the shrill giggles that left you. God, how could you be so adorable?

“But seriously, I’m disappointed.” Parker said in a low voice, but had a bright grin on his face.

“Sorry, not sorry. You’re just gonna have to deal with me committing the sin of eating a dog covered in ketchup this whole trip.” You finished the hotdog, washing it down with your beer. You let out an unexpected burp, punching your chest you glared as your friends chuckled at your expense.

“Excuse you!” Parker said before swigging his own beer and letting out a burp.

“Eugh! You’re so gross!” You shoved the man playfully.

Looking down at your fork you felt the craving for a s’more hit you. A perfect end to a campfire dinner. Batting your lashes, you gave Chance a sickly sweet smile.

“Chaaance…” You trailed in a singsong voice.

“You have to ask for things, you know?” He said lowly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Oh. That had done something to you and Parker as well. Both of you pausing wide-eyed for a moment. Registering the heat that shot straight to your loins at Chance’s words.

“Uh, yeah.” You swallowed thickly. “Could you please roast my marshmallow?”

“Good.” Chance spoke low once more. Again, that fire shot through your body.

“I’ll be sure to make it just the way you like.”

He popped marshmallows on the fork then held it over the fire. Occasionally, he would turn it. Eyeing the marshmallows to make sure they were the perfect golden-brown.

In preparation, you set out the needed pieces for two s’mores. Graham crackers and chocolate ready to smush the melted mallow in between. When he was done, Chance walked over. He placed one of the marshmallows on the graham cracker, motioning for you to pull it off. Lifting the other piece up, you smushed it down on the mallow. Chance’s fingers brushed against yours as he pulled back, shooting a spark up your spine.

You helped Chance make his s’more, then you lifted yours to eat.

Before you could chomp in, Chance held his s’more out. Offering another toast.

“To a great s’more! Slàinte!” He gave you a bright grin.

“Salud!” You clinked your s’more to his.

Both of you hummed with content as you bit into your desserts. The sweet gooey goodness hitting you with a wave of nostalgia. Reminding you of your times as a child enjoying the treat.

Chance chuckled as he watched you enjoy the s’more. Seeing some crumbs stuck to your cheek, he reached his thumb out. Wiping away the crumbs, and sucking the sweet remnants off his finger. When he looked at you, your face was bright red. Your heart now racing.

Looking at his face, you realized he had some chocolate at the corner of his lips. Following Chance, you thumbed it away and sucked it off. Chance’s face turned deep red, his eyes wide. His eyes followed your thumb, making him swallow thickly.

“There, we’re even.” You said with a small smile. “I know I can be a messy eater at times.”

“Y-yeah. Me too.” He said, not realizing the double entendre. When it registered, he blushed even harder.

“You two lovebirds done?” Parker piped up, making you and Chance jump. “I wanna play Uno!” He waved a pack of cards at you, a teasing grin on his face.

Part of him wanted to high-five Chance, but he didn’t want to give the man away. The two promised each other they wouldn’t share the other’s feelings for you.

Parker shuffled the cards as an awkward silence hung in the air. Eyeing you and Chance, he spoke.

“House rules?”

“Obviously.” You said, glad that the conversation had started up again.

“Ugh, you guys are the worst with house rules.” Chance hung his head.

“It’s not our fault you're so slow at saying “Uno”!” You poked him in the side.

“And besides, that one’s not even a house rule. It’s part of the official game.” Parker added with a smirk.

Chance made his hand into a mouth, mocking your previous statements.

“You wanna go, Chance?” You hopped out of your chair, waving your fists in front of you like a boxer.

“Oh, I’m always ready to go!” He copied your movements, making your eyes trail to his muscular arms. A new flush now painted on your cheeks as you watched them flex.

“Alright, you two.” Parker grabbed your hip, and pulled you down into your chair. “Let me deal the cards.”

As the fire died out, you played a few rounds of Uno. Chance groaning each time your “house” rules fucked him over.

“Uno!” You blurted

“U- ughhhh.” Chance dropped his hand after placing down his card. “Every time!” He said exasperated while drawing two cards.

“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game!” You shot him finger guns.

“I’ll getcha, you’ll see…” Chance chuckled lowly as he eyed his cards.

The sound hit you and Parker again. Damn, when did he start sounding so hot?

“Thankfully it won’t be at me!” You said, placing down a reverse card.

“Nice try, sweetheart.” Chance placed down another reverse.

You pulled two cards, then discarded a blue two. Parker followed with a green two.

With a smirk, Chance placed down a draw four.

“Yellow.” He said crossing his arms smugly.

“Uno!” You shouted.

“God dammit!” He said, pulling two more cards.

Eventually, Parker ultimately won the game. All of you shaking hands at the end, promising there were no hard feelings. Despite Chance receiving the constant stacking of draw cards, he was a good loser.

Once the fire was fully out, you all got ready for bed. Taking turns, you changed into your pjs in the tent. Once you were all inside, you realized you hadn’t discussed sleeping arrangements. The tent just barely fit all three of you, meaning you were going to be packed inside.

“So, how do we want to do this?” You sat at the end of the tent mat looking at your friends.

“Well, Chance and I thought it’d be best if you slept in the middle.”

“Oh, so you made an executive decision without my input?” You raised a brow at them.

The two most certainly did. Glad for the opportunity to be able to sleep next to you. It was perfect, having you sandwiched between them means they got equal access.

“I guess we did.” Parker gave you a smug smirk, then climbed under a blanket on one end.

“Sweet dreams!” Chance followed suit, taking over the other end.

Grumbling, you slid between them. The men held back their shivers as they felt you brush up against them.

“We’re making rotating system. I will not be sleeping in the middle every night.” You pulled the blanket up with a huff.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” Chance turned to face you, his close proximity made your face heat up. He booped your nose, making you scrunch up your face.

“Hey, don’t forget about me!” Parker said, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you against his front.

“We didn’t forget about you Parky-poo!” You crooned at him over your shoulder.

“You better not!” He mumbled against your back.

Feeling left out now, Chance slid closer to you. Placing a hand on your hip, rubbing his thumb over your pj shorts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… You could feel yourself sweating. While you had cuddled with your friends before, it was never as intimately as this. Normally they would just throw an arm around your shoulder, or lay their head in your lap. Now you were sandwiched between the two people you wanted most in the world. That sent some interesting thoughts to your mind that had you stifling a whimper. You clenched your thighs together as your mind only concentrated on their hands on your body. Their actions were purely innocent, but you couldn’t help but wonder about more.

Eventually, your mind quieted. The even breaths next to you indicating your friends had fallen asleep. Parker kept holding you against him, and Chance had wrapped an arm around your waist. Comforted by their embrace, you drifted off as well.

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