#I HAD SO MUCH FUN ANSWERING THIS QUESTION

[umamaki]

“do you think we’re together in every universe?” 

rafayel raises an eyebrow at your question. 

“like… you think our past lives are aligned in some way? that we’ve interacted in each lifetime before this?”

then you go silent, thinking about the answer to your own questions. 

while rafayel is also silent, he thinks back to the sea, to a missing bride. he briefly wonders if your memories contain the same images as his. he lets himself hope so. 

“anything’s possible, no?” he plays along, “who do you think we were to each other in our past lives?”

“must’ve been a lot. we’ve had many lives together… at least i think…” his eyes search yours for something more, do you really remember? alas, nothing found. you continue, “something scandalous would’ve been fun, no?”

“totally agreed. so a college professor and student.”

you laugh. “and you’d be the professor, you perv.”

“hey!”

“or two heirs of rival kingdoms.”

“two fish… who live in neighboring corals”

“...or in some kid’s fish tank.”

“that sounds like a short life.”

“but it was really romantic, you see. we were in different displays, all the way across the pet store. and then, finally, brought together into the same tank.”

“hm. i approve, cutie. our fishie selves died of starvation very much in love.”

how content the both of you were now. how utterly smitten you had to be with one another, to spend a slow morning thinking of all the past lives you could have spent together. 

your conversation may have ended there, but the idea stays in your minds far into the night.

you take turns interrupting silences, coming up with new past lives. lifetimes spent as cavemen, the first humans on earth—those spent as citizens of an ancient civilization, being the last of their kind. you consider arguments you may have had, your breakups, if you’ve been married, have you raised a child together?

“but, what if this is all a past life? and we go into the next not even remembering this one. does that make this all… meaningless?”

you ask him in the darkness of the bedroom. the whisper travels across one pillow to another.

rafayel knows more about that than you think. for now, he’ll keep it to himself.

“even if it ends up forgotten, the present doesn’t have to be meaningless. i believe there’s something out there that’ll bring us back together once again. after so many lives, we can’t let our streak end here. wouldn’t you agree, my love?”

“yeah. we’ll find each other in the next one. i hope it’s good.”

from underneath the blanket, rafayel’s hand comes between you, with only his pinky raised. 

“what’s this for?” you find yourself interlocking your finger with his anyway.

“this is me, vowing to never let my soul forget yours. to find you in our next life, no matter how long it takes to do so.”

each word flows from him so earnestly, you almost believe that something like it is possible. for a moment, all of your theorized past lives become your reality.

"…and i vow to always let you into my life when you do, and to love you as i have many times before."

rafayel releases your hand. "then it's settled. you can't get rid of me, cutie, even if you wanted to."

[movrningstxrs]

MR. (AND MRS.) TODD

e-e-english teacher jason. that is all. REBLOGS and COMMENTS are greatly appreciated

gotham academy, an esteemed and prestigious institution responsible for teaching and fostering the bright young minds of the city’s wealthy elites.

but when your future was a given, predetermined and handed over on a silver platter as a result of your parents’ money and influence, not much thought was given to the mundane school assignments and exams that most children worried about.

instead, study periods and group discussions were centered around the latest school gossip and drama, with one popular, recurring topic being that of yours and jason’s love life—or more specifically, lack thereof.

as the two youngest teachers and faculty members at the academy, with pretty faces to match, was it really a surprise that most of the student population was keen to see the two of you together?

the art and english teachers, two peas in a pod, destined to be together like the female and male leads of a cheesy rom-com movie.

there were signs, too, according to your students. like the small, subtle smiles exchanged in passing in-between classes, or the way your bodies seemed to be drawn to one another like magnets, always ending up next to each other at every school function and event.

and to youngsters who’d yet to fully understand the concept of boundaries, there was no clearer indication!

the only problem was that you were both married, and not to each other, much to everyone’s disappointment. but all of that would come to change one fateful day.

it was the second to last period on a wednesday afternoon. jason was at the chalkboard, going over his notes on the latest act of ‘romeo and juliet’ with the class, when a sudden knock rang from the door.

there you were, a meek and apologetic smile on your face as you walked in and handed back to him a set of keys, completely oblivious to the way your fingers ever so fleetingly touched, along with the multiple pairs of eyes that had caught sight of the ‘scandalous’ interaction.

“oh my god, did you see that?!”

“just kiss already!”

“mr. todd, are you sure that you guys are ‘just friends?’”

“enough, you little menaces,” jason demanded in halfhearted annoyance. “get back to writing. all of this information will be on your exam.”

“boo! you’re no fun!”

a call of your name. “miss, would you ever consider dating mr. todd?”

“…i don’t think that’s an appropriate question for school,” you expertly redirected.

“we’re not hearing a ‘no!’”

a fond chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you found yourself ever increasingly more amused by the children’s non-stop antics, much to jason’s apparent disapproval and displeasure.

preparing to take your leave, you rhetorically asked in good humour, “any other questions?”

a single hand immediately shot up—its owner, stoic and dignified, yet his eyes gleamed with a dangerous spark of exasperation and chaos.

oh no.

“…yes, damian?”

“when will you and todd be next available to join the rest of us for family dinner night?” damian casually inquired, purposefully blind to the intensity of his brother’s scalding glare. “father says that he ‘misses seeing his favourite daughter-in-law.’ ridiculous, considering the fact that you’re his only daughter-in-law.”

the class fell silent as the implications of damian’s words lingered in the air.

you blinked once, slowly, mind still processing as you turned to glance at your husband. jason only sighed in response, tired and defeated, his lesson plans evidently tossed out of the window for the day, as the class quickly erupted into complete hysteria.

“excuse me, what?!”

“i knew it!”

“we’ve been bamboozled!”

with your long-held secret now out in the open, you resisted the urge to smirk as you pretended to ponder damian’s question for a moment, letting out a contemplative hum before you coolly answered, “we can probably make some time next week. right, honey?”

“sure, love,” jason replied, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a sudden, oncoming headache. he pointedly chose to ignore the squeals of excitement coming from the back of the room at his term of endearment for you.

“good,” damian nodded in approval.

with an amused wave goodbye, you almost felt sorry for your poor husband when you noticed the look of pure anguish on his face as you hastily made your escape and left him to fend for himself.

once in the hall, you could faintly hear a voice asking, “wait, does that mean damian’s related to mr. todd?”

“not by blood, but yes, unfortunately,” came your brother-in-law’s irritated response. “now, never bring my familial relationships up in my presence ever again.”

[ellclarkey]

Dilemma of your own. (Requested)

George Clarke fluff.

warnings: none!

You were a guest on The Useless Hotline.

Fun enough, right?

Well it would be, if you didn’t have a huge secret to hide.

You and George had been dating for almost a year now. Ten months and nineteen days, to be exact not that you were counting. It wasn’t a situationship, it wasn’t a fling. It was real. And very much not public.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed. God, no. If anything, you were tempted daily to post his sleepy face on your Instagram story or show the world how much of a sweetheart he was.

But it just… wasn’t anyone’s business. Friends knew. Family knew. But the internet? That was a line you’d both agreed not to cross.

And now here you were, sitting in the Hotline studio, mic hot, nerves hotter, pretending like George wasn’t sitting across from you with that look he always gave you when he was trying not to smile too wide.

“So today we have a special guest YN!” Max declared

You smiled a real smile

You’d told Max explicitly not to mention relationships too much.

You didn’t trust yourself to lie convincingly, and George well, George had all the subtlety of teenager with a crush. You’d seen the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching.

The internet would know in seconds.

So Max knew not to push it.

Knew to keep the relationship asking vague, the questions general, the suspicions quiet.

“So today we have a special guest Y/N!” Max declared.

You offered a genuine smile. “Hi, thanks for having me.”

Across the table, George did what he did best kept quiet. Let Max do the talking. Let you shine. His knee was bouncing under the table, though, you could feel it through the floor.

“Alright, we’ve had this one sent in a lot. Y/N, what are you looking for in a man? The listeners need to know.” Max asked with a grin

You smirked.

“Hmm… someone who’s funny. Beautiful eyes. Really good style. And…”

You turned, locking eyes with George just a second too long, “someone who can please me.”

George froze. Jaw clenched. Eyes wide.

Max chuckled.

“Right. Okay. Well. That’s… fantastic. Very specific. Your girl knows what she wants!.” Max says smile still full

You sipped your water innocently. George still hadn’t spoken. His ears had gone pink.

Then, another question hit.

“Here’s a fun one what’s it like being shipped with George?”

A beat.

You could see George visibly brace for impact.

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Oh, it’s terrible. Like having to bring your little sibling everywhere. Every time I’m in an edit he is too. To some taylor swift love ship edit”

George barked a laugh.

“He gets enough attention, trust me. I think the fans should move on to someone else.” You add

“Say it louder queen.” Max added

George finally breaks his silence

“Glad to know how you really feel.”

“Just saying what everyone’s thinking.” You smirk

There was a glint in your eye, and George caught it. That flicker of amusement mixed with something else something dangerous. He shot you a sideways look, biting back a smile.

The next few questions were well, fine.

Safe. Predictable.

“What’s your dream travel destination?”

“What’s your writing process like?”

“If you could only eat one meal forever, what would it be?”

You answered each with a smile, keeping your voice light and your words clean. George had mostly stayed quiet, chiming in with the occasional comment or joke, keeping it casual. But every so often, his foot would bump yours under the table. A silent nudge. You’d ignore it. Mostly.

Then, about 30 minutes in, Max glanced off-camera toward the corner of the room.

“Callum, do you have any dilemmas for us?” mas asks.

The director slouched back in his chair, working at the cameras perked up instantly, clearly prepared.

“Yeah, got one.Print it off.” He says pointing to the printer.

“George send this to the printer.”Max says

George types random things on his keyboard “Sent.”

“Here y/n read it” George says passing it to You

“All right. You say clearing your throat. Ive been making moves on my boss and he’s been reciprocating it constantly but we can’t be together due to HQ. What should i do? P.S George you’re fit and max is a skinny legend.”

The room fell dead silent. For a second too long.

You could feel your heart thudding in your ears, trying not to look at George, who was in the same position.

“Well hey, if he’s your boss… who’s gonna fire you if they find out?” You let out breathy laugh.

“Not sure that’s how that works.” Georgge adds.

Max jumps in “I mean hey, if it feels right, do it. Who cares if people find out and you loose your job?”

“Out of touch.” George smirks at max

Max threw a pen at him.

After the episode, once the mics are off and the cameras stop rolling

You pulled George aside the second this was finished.

“I think that dilemma is gonna make it obvious, you twat. Why would you let cal choose that one?”

“Blame Max, not me.” George said seemingly not caring.

“You handed it to me. You literally chose me to read it.”

“You were closest to the printer.”

“You’re closest to death.” You said unable to contain your smile

He laughed, hands raised in defense, but he stepped in a bit closer the grin softening just slightly.

“Seriously though… no one’s gunna know unless we tell them.”

“You don’t think that entire thing screamed secret relationship?” Tou tsk

“I think if we wanted to keep it hidden, maybe don’t describe me as your type then look at me when you say “please me” hmm?” He says annoyingly smug

You rolled your eyes.

“You liked that.” You bit your lip at him

George responds back quieter this time “Yeah. I did.”

You bit back a smile. He looked at you, just a beat longer than necessary.

“If the internet finds out you’re gonna be the one defending it this time.” You smirk

“You’re acting like it’s cancelable that we’re dating.” He says

“Oh hush it.” You say walking back to max.

[ronearoundblindly]

Like Riding A Bike

Steve Rogers x reader annual silliness!

Summary: Steve digs deep to remember a bygone era.

Warnings for being, yet again, uselessly fluffy. Featuring Stevie as the sweetest, cutest bean with the kiddos and my usual P U N S! WC 740 gif by @youareheaven

Steve grins at the kids frantically bouncing around when they see him. The young boys and girls call out questions in competition with each other, antsy for him to come into their classroom, uncaring that he can’t answer over the screaming.

He, of course, happily shuffles in, taking two strides where each child takes five. Steve's heart swells at the sight of papier-mâché helmets, origami side caps, and striped skirts made of felt strips and cut up white sheets. 

They made costumes.

“Okay, kids,” their teacher manages to shout in the din. “Places!”

In alternating red and blue t-shirts, the boys and girls line up, desks pushed into the corners of the room and stacked higher than they are tall.

You herd your students like cats into a very loose V shape.

“Who…” you start to lead, wearing your much nicer and more accurate outfit.

The kids all whip up their arms up in salute, a few using the wrong hand before they’re corrected by a neighbor.

“WHO’S STRONG AND BRAVE,” everyone slowly yells almost in unison, “HERE TO SAVE THE AMERICAN WAY?”

Most of the children stick their left leg out to the side and tuck it back in, taking a step forward. You  wink at him; you’re doing the moves with them and helping with the words.

—campaign door-to-door—

Steve sees you waving him to jump in, but he hasn’t thought of this dance for what feels like fifteen years. He watches you do a kick-ball-change, the kids doing a simple little kick because clearly there’s only so much you can teach the youngsters.

Whatever possesses him in that moment, he’s grateful.

Steve moves into the middle of the V and marches, his steps tentative as he follows your cues

—Hoboken to Spokane—

There’s multiple pronunciations throttled in volume for fun.

By this point, the performers amongst the students are very obvious, one boy just mumbling with a sagging salute that ends up in a head scratch. It’s one of the most adorable presentations he’s ever seen.

Who’ll rise or fall, give his all for America?

He’s getting into it now, walking the span of the line and offering high-fives to the kids, folding himself in the row beside you for can can.

Who’s here to prove that we can?

There are no measurable beats. He began rushing to think ahead but ends a bit too fast. It’s the most fun he’s had in a while though the two verses you and your kids have practiced is enough. Steve beams at the final, joyous scream of“THE STAR-SPANGLED MAN WITH A PLAN!”

The kid celebrate themselves—as they should—and struggle to listen to your corralling for one last surprise.

Instead of a whole other tune, there’s just a very slow, deafening cry of ‘happy birthday, Captain Rogers.’

“Thank you,” he returns. “Thank you so much!”

“How old are you?” one kid shrieks.

“One-hundred and seven,” another answers before Steve’s mouth even opens.

There’s gasps and a couple of ewwww-s.

“Actually, it’s more like forty,” he admits.

“Forty? That’s older than my dad.”

“Mine, too.”

“That’s crazy. What’s it like?!”

Steve wants to say it’s a bit like being 107 properly when they react like that, but kids will be kids.

“Alright, guys and girls, Captain America has to go see some other rooms before his talk this afternoon.” You clap to regain attention. “Let’s put our room back in order, okay?”

They excitedly scatter as you show him out to the hallway, Steve’s helping handlers for the day standing toward the other end to mark his next stop.

“Forty, huh? That’s a milestone,” you add with a sweet smile. “Must have big plans!”

Steve scratches at his neck nervously. “If I have my way, it will be something quiet…” He takes a long look at your fairly accurate costume, makeup, and, specifically, red lipstick. “Maybe now I’ll add a bit of dancing to the menu, ya know, since I’m feeling spry…for a relic.”

Your laugh echos in the mostly empty hall. “You picked it back up very quickly. Good muscle memory.”

“It’s like riding a bike,” he chirps, sharply inhaling to puff out his chest, gathering confidence. “And you’re a great teacher. I always had a pretty good memory even though I’m apparently so old.” Steve enjoys the sound of your laugh again. “For example, if you tell me your number, I’ll learn it. Easy.”

Happy Bday, Stevie!

💃🏽🇺🇸💃🏽

[ihavethemangoes]

Back again with sash weaving for my internship with the Lithuanian Folk Art Institute! This pattern is from the Collection of Agriculture Exhibition — Kaunas, 1924. The technique is Baltic pickup which is the most popular for sash weaving, what makes Lithuanian sashes different from the other Baltic states is typically the pattern motifs and the supplemental fringes.

I learned the hard way why it’s recommended to use synthetic thread for heddles, the perle cotton keeps sticking to the wool and linen warp and it’s so much more difficult to use and makes the weaving really slow. I also had to graft my first warp string since the hand spun wool I’m using REALLY wants to be thread and can get pretty fragile on the borders. It’s slow going but I’m having fun and I really like how shiny the natural linen color is.

Not a perfect example of how to DIY weaving since I’m using my own loom, but the lease sticks are made from popsicle sticks and the heddle is a wooden skewer that I cut to a smaller length. I always recommend seeing what you can manage with the tools you already have.

I did finish the tablet woven sash but I’d like to block it before I post photos. I’m probably going to post a video of the weaving process and answer a few questions, I just can’t post ALL the footage since I’m making detailed tutorials for the organization’s membership program. All of the weaving info can be found on the internet archive, the tutorials are just especially beginner friendly.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Kingsguard part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

M!Minotaur x f!reader (for this part, normally m!troll x f!reader)

2.9k words

While no longer completely ignoring you, Ba’tual still wasn’t really talking to you. The son of the grand huntsmaster from a local minotaur clan however is very interested in talking to you. And more.

————

Days past much the same. You had been spending more time in the city itself and not just the hold, taking time to speak with shopkeepers, artisans, and anyone else willing to answer your questions. It was a good change of pace to be able to explore more of the city, and for better or for worse it kept you mostly away from Ba’tual.

The few time you had crossed paths with him he just seemed to observe you, making no attempt to approach or really acknowledge you but at least he wasn’t flat out ignoring you like before. You supposed that was better. Mostly you only saw him when someone of importance visited the hold and he was either on guard duty or training recruits outside. Today was no different.

One of the other minotaur clans had detoured to speak with you, not wanting the other clan to be the only one you took note of. It was a good sized hunting party, including their grand huntsmaster. He was gray in the mane and muzzle, and an absolute well of information; correcting maps of the areas his clan hunted in, teaching you about their gods, and asking thoughtful questions about humans.

From time to time the other hunters jumped in and spoke, or they’d run to their camp just outside the city to fetch another member of their group. Tanners, cooks, fletchers, bowers, nearly a whole mobile village.

The only person who didn’t seem to interested in everything was the grand huntsmaster’s son, Suna, who mostly just sat in the corner and twiddled his thumbs or whittled. Many times he tried to slip out to explore the city, only to be caught and chastised by his father on the importance of building relations with allies and understanding others.

“Sorry my dad is so boring” Suna playfully snorted as the group left for the day.

“He’s not boring, he’s knowledgeable and it’s been interesting to be able to compare your clan to the last clan that came through.”

“So you really like this sort of stuff?”

“Yeah? It’s my job.”

“But you actually like like it? You find this fun?”

“I do.”

“Huh” he gave you a look up and down.

“And what about you? Do you like being a hunter?”

“It’s not bad, I like being on the move. I feel restless being somewhere for too long and I like the challenge of tracking things. How long have you been here anyways?”

“A few months.”

“Good, you should know somewhere good to eat then.”

The two of you ended up in a little tavern you frequented close to the inn you were staying at. Suna was playful, teasing you over being an archivist, but asking you just as many questions about humans as you asked about minotaurs.

“I’ll be here a few more days, I’d like chat with you some more if you have the time” Suna said as you parted ways for the evening.

“Dinner again tomorrow?” you asked.

“I’d like that.”

The next day went much the same, though Suna actually listened along a bit while you spoke to the elders and occasionally chimed in between whittling in the corner.

“So whittling?” you asked Suna while the two of you walked to the same tavern as the day before for dinner again.

“Anything to keep awake. I think my dad would kill me if I fell asleep in there” he laughed.

“So what where you making?”

“Just this, but I’m not too great at it” he pulled a small carved deer from his bag. It was a bit wonky and wobbly, and the legs weren’t the same length, but it was still recognizably a deer and charming.

“It’s better than I can do, and it’s still cute.”

“Here, take it then if you like it.”

“Really? Thanks” you smiled as you took it from him.

You sat together at the tavern just chatting. Suna was easy to talk to, there was something warm and inviting about him. It also help that you found him quite striking. He was tall, taller than an orc but shorter than a troll, with a broad chest and shoulders and well built arms and back from years of drawing a bow.

“I haven’t been here since I was little, hid behind my mom’s legs every time someone walked past us. First time I had seen orcs or trolls, I didn’t know any orcish, and I was terrified” Suna laughed, “But that was twenty? Twenty-five years ago maybe.”

“You were that scared of some orcs and trolls?” you couldn’t hold back a bit of a giggle.

“I was like 5! Do you know how big an orc is when you’re only 5?” he defended, but was laughing too.

“They’re still pretty big to me!”

“And what are your thoughts on minotaur? Too big for you?” he was giving you quite the smirk, looking you up and down, gauging your reaction.

“Depends on who’s asking” you leaned into it.

“Well, I’m asking, if you happen to be interested in trying anything, because I am. No pressure, it’s also just nice talking to someone I’m not spending months at a time camping with” he laughed again, though a bit nervously.

It had been pure academic curiosity that made you jump at the opportunity to travel here, but a new sort of curiosity had quickly popped up once you settled in. Even before Ba’tual had ever approached you, you found yourself looking a little too long at sparring guards or while passing the blacksmith’s shop. There weren’t many minotaurs in the city, and it would be a lie to say you didn’t look up excitedly at the clicking of hooves.

Now Suna sat across from you, swishing tail giving away that maybe he wasn’t as collected and nonchalant as he’d like you to think he was over his question. He was charming though. Forward but not pushy, genuinely pleasant to talk to, and definitely going to keep casual since his hunting party would be leaving in a few days.

“If you want to think about it that’s fine” he broke the silence, “Didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”

You looked him over again. He was handsome, light glinted off his impressive horns and fur, he seemed sweet and you could definitely do worse.

“The inn I’m staying at is just down the road” you smiled and leaned in a bit farther to tease him before leaning back.

“Lead the way.”

The walk to the inn was a bit awkward, though several times Suna tried to make small talk.

“So, have you been with anyone who wasn’t human before?” he asked.

Was honesty the best policy? You debated just saying you hadn’t before to avoid any more awkward conversations, but decided against it.

“Just once or twice, casual stuff” you quickly told him.

“Any minotaurs?”

“Not yet.”

That seemed to please him, he stood up a bit straighter and puffed out his chest, “Well, at least your first time will be good then.”

“And what about you? Ever been with someone who wasn’t a minotaur?”

“No, I uh, figured I’d take the chance since I’m here though.”

“So you went right for a human?” you teased.

“Why not? You seemed pretty open to trying new things” he teased right back.

The rest of the short walk was in comfortable silence, though Suna purposefully bumped your shoulder and gave you a smirk several times. You kept looking around, looking for anyone who might recognize you, anyone who might mention anything to Ba’tual. It was stupid to be worried about what he might think, but it still weirdly weighed on you.

Back in your room at the inn though any thoughts about Ba’tual were quickly banished. Suna moved quickly, the door was barely closed and locked before he had you backed against it. When Ba’tual had backed you up against a wall it always felt like an intimidation tactic, Suna’s just felt passionate. He hunched down to kiss you, it was a bit clumsy but was genuine seeming. Looking back to when Ba’tual had kissed you, you were pretty sure it was just to drop your guard. All of his smiles, little niceties, the kiss, all fake. All just to make you trust him.

You pressed up against Suna, feeling his heart racing, how his hands wandered up and down you sides, how he moaned into your mouth, how you felt his throbbing cock against you.

There wasn’t any room between you, but it didn’t stop of from making some. Slipping you hand down between the two of you and giving him a few strokes, making him pause the kiss to groan and lean on to you more.

“Right to it, huh?” he sighed.

You just shrugged, honestly you had expected to just get “right to it” for a casual hookup, but you sure also weren’t going to complain if Suna wanted to drag things out. Instead you reached up to grab one of his horns and pull him back down and into the kiss. He nudged your legs apart, nestling his thigh between yours and grinding up against your center and making you weak in the knees.

You needed to touch him more. You released your grip on his horn to instead run your hand under his shirt and up his chest. His fur was short, dense and soft, covering a soft stomach and a strong chest, and he was so warm. He followed your lead and pulled his shirt up and over his head, letting you get at more of him. It was impossible to ignore how you felt his heart racing or how his chest heaved.

A smile crept across your lips mid kiss, it was fun. Getting handsy, making out, just not feeling rushed, you couldn’t help but smile.

He trailed the kiss to your neck, burying his face against you and peppering you in little kisses. His hands slipped under the bottom of your blouse and he took his time just exploring. Slow touches up your sides, a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer, the other moving up a bit farther to cup your breast. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly while he continued kissing your neck.

It surprised you when he picked you up, suddenly reaching both hands around to the back of your thighs, lifting you off your feet and wrapping your legs around his waist. You let out a startled squeak, which only seemed to amuse him.

“I won’t drop you” he promised.

He laid you down on you back on the bed and settled down next to you on his side. Without missing a beat he slipped a large hand into the waist of your skirt and into your panties, pausing to speak for a moment.

“Think you’ll be able to take all of me?” he teased.

“Depends on how good of a job you do now.”

His hands dipped lower and between your folds, gliding easily from your wetness, thick fingers brushing against your clit or entrance making you sigh and moan. Slowly he worked a finger into you, taking his time until his knuckle was pressed against you. Like trolls, minotaur had the same odd three-fingered hands, which meant even a single finger from Suna was a good stretch.

Automatically you rolled your hips up against him, searching for any friction you could on your clit. He flattened him palm for you and adjusted his angle, for all of his nervous tail flicking earlier he sure knew what to do.

You reached up to tangle your hand into his mane and pull his face down to yours. Happily he picked back up on the kiss, his broad tongue filling your mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to have you gasping, clenching around his finger while you came. You were shuddering as you breathed, trying to catch your breath while he was still palming at your clit a bit.

“Good to give it a shot?” he asked.

“Wha-?” it took a moment for your mouth and brain to catch up with each other to figure out what he meant.

“I mean, humans are a lot smaller than minotaurs, and I don’t want to hurt you on accident or anything…”

“It’ll- it’ll be fine” you managed to spit out between deep breaths.

Suna nudged you over so he could lay next to you, laying on his back and then pulling you on top of his chest. His fur was warm and soft against your cheek and it felt nice to cuddle a bit. It was close and cozy, though you weren’t one to cuddle much with a hookup typically, but you could definitely make an exception for him.

A few long minutes passed and you sat up to start shimmying out of your skirt and panties. It wasn’t the most graceful thing you had ever done, but Suna was just looking up at you with a soft smile on his face. Without warning he swiftly lifted his hips up to take his pants off, but the sudden moment sent you toppling forward to bump heads with him.

He just laughed and patted the back of your head, “Hope you can stay on better when you’re riding me.”

“Behave then.”

“I’ll consider it.”

On slightly wobbly legs you sat up on your knees, positioning yourself over his hard cock. You wrapped your hand around him to get a better feel for what you were working with. He was thick, maybe not quite as thick as Ba’tual; but unlike Ba’tual, Suna wasn’t tapered at all. Tentatively you rocked your hip to let his tip glide along your folds.

“Take your time,” he cooed, “we have all night.”

You didn’t want it to take all night, and maybe that was silly of you, but still. Instead you stubbornly lined yourself up and took his first few inches. He might have not been as thick as Ba’tual, but it still stung a bit and left you panting since you couldn’t ease into it with his flared tip.

“Careful there” he cautioned, though his grip on your hip tightened.

“Just- just give me a minute” you stammered. You closed you eyes and drew deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, just steadying yourself.

“Tell me what to do” he said.

“Just hold still.”

You softly bounced on his cock, just sliding his tip in and out while you adjusted, a slow process but it was paying off as you took more of him. At least he looked just as undone as you. One hand still firmly gripping your hip and and the other balled into the sheets while he tried not to move.

“By the ancestors” he nearly hissed, “that’s a tight squeeze. Fuck.”

Finally you felt the back of your thighs meet his hips, he felt almost impossibly deep in you. Your legs were sore from holding yourself up for so long, you gave in and just flopped forward on to his chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already” he teased, but his voice was strained.

“Just really sore.”

“That’s alright. You did so good pretty girl, you worked so hard, so just let me take care of you now, ok?”

You just nodded into his chest.

Slowly he rolled his hips up against yours, not so much thrusting as much as he was just grinding, pushing just a bit deeper and making your toes curl. Doubled over like this your clit rubbed against his pelvis and a warmth pooled low in your belly while slick, lewd sounds filled the room.

“That’s a good girl, you take me so well.”

His grinding became shallow thrusts, rubbing right against your g-spot and making you whimper. He had one hand on your lower back to keep you held close and the other softly patting the back of your head.

“Cum for me. You squeezed my finger so tight earlier, I wanna feel that on my dick.”

You rocked your hips against him, setting your own pace that he happily followed, whispering a mix sweet nothings and filth that would have made you blush if all the blood in your body wasn’t already between your legs. With a few final whimpers you felt yourself gush around him, tensing up and relaxing several times before waves was pleasant tingles and good bumps danced along your skin.

Suna sped up, not lasting much longer than you and letting out a low groan while you felt his cock throb in you. His seed slowly dripped out of your sore cunt and mixed with your own fluids, though he didn’t seem bothered as it soaked the fur of his thighs.

You found yourself drifting off listening to his heartbeat, strong and steady.

“I should get up and get some washcloths so you can clean up and get going” you said, though you were comfortable and really didn’t want to move. Still, it was just a hookup and you knew he probably wasn’t interested in hanging around.

“Really going to toss me out into the dark and cold?” his tone was a playful.

“Oh! I just figured-”

“It’s late, and I’m tired. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like to cuddle after.”

“I like it too” you snuggled into his chest a bit, “though we still should probably clean up.”

“Clean up? It’s just cum, it’s fine. Leave it for the morning.”

For a moment you almost laughed. You couldn’t imagine Ba’tual ever saying the same.

[emeraldserenade]

I am so in love with your writings so much!!

I was wondering if you could do a fanfic with Joaquin in a College AU?

Looking forward to more of your works~

Denny's ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You meet Joaquín and promptly end up falling in love at a Denny's

tw: fem!reader, frat boy!Joaquín, college AU, Stark!reader (Tony's sister), reader doesn't believe they're hot enough for Joaquín, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! This is really overdue and I'm sorry. I'm watching Hamilton right now so hopefully the spirit of Hamilton transfers to me and I can knock out a bunch of requests!!

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Frat parties were not your scene, sure you went with your friends, but it was more about the fact that you didn't want them to think you were lame. It's how you found yourself, out on the lawn of the CAP house with your friend puking into their bushes.

"Let's go get more drinks!" Cherry slurred before running off, leaving you to sit on a porch chair while the music thumped away inside.

"Not having fun?" Sam Wilson, your chem project partner, asked as he sat down.

"I was, but then Cherry's insistent on getting alcohol poisoning, Claire is sucking face with one of the girls from CHA, and Wendy left with some frat bro from a different house about an hour ago," you told him, pulling your hair tie off your wrist to mess with it. "And you're oddly coherent for this late in a party," you added, noting his lack of slurring.

"I had one drink and then realized I didn't want to get drunk tonight," Sam told you, offering you a stick of gum from the packet in his pocket.

"Yo, Sam, you out here?" You heard another male voice yell. Sam reached over to smack the man's arm for attention.

"What is it, Joaquín?"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted help finding someone to hook up with but-" you cut Joaquín off with a loud laugh.

"Yeah, no. Sorry Sam, so offense, but I'm not hooking up with you, ever," you laughed before standing up, adjusting the hem of your cropped tank. "I'm going to the Denny's, bye boys!"

"Wait, I want Denny's!" Sam came running over before him and Joaquín were on either side of you.

"You paying?" You joked, nudging Sam in the ribs. "You owe me after the buffet," you added.

"Oh shit, I do. Yeah, I'll pay for you."

"It was a joke, Sam," you deadpanned but he shook his head.

"My mimi taught me better than that," Sam gave you a flat look and you looked over and up at Joaquín. You and him shared a look before laughing, leaving Sam to smile at how well you two already got along.

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The waitress at Denny's had a soft smile when she walked over, "Welcome in, my name's Sheryl, what can I start y'all with?"

"Can I have a hot chocolate, extra whipped cream, please?" You asked, adding your best smile.

"Of course, sweetie. What about you two?" You tuned out their drink options as you looked back at the menu. "I'll go put those in and come back in a bit," Sheryl smiled before leaving.

"You look oddly familiar when you smile," Joaquín mumbled, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"She's Tony's sister," Sam supplied, his eyes on the menu.

"Oh shit, really?" Joaquín sat up straighter.

"Yeah, and whatever he's told you about me is probably exaggerated or wrong," you answered, a tilt in your head.

"Most of what I know about you comes from Pepper," Joaquín told you.

"Potts? Oh, I love her. Too good for Tony though," you leaned back in the booth across from the boys. You and Joaquín kept talking with Sam grumbling about being forgotten, only to never answer a question directed towards him, until Sheryl came back for your order.

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Sam ended up fake complaining about you stealing his friend by the end of your late night meal. "Sam, you would have sent him back to the party if you minded. Stop being dramatic," you told him, your smile sweet. "Plus, you told me that I need a friend that isn't a year older than me. And Qunio is just that," you gave him the signature Stark smirk.

"Qunio?" Joaquín had ended up next to you in the booth.

"Yeah, got a problem with it?" You looked at him. "Wait, that sounded bitchy. I actually mean it, if you have a problem with it I'll stop," you added on when you heard how bad it actually sounded.

"Nah, I like it," he slung his arm over your shoulders and you laughed before gently nudging him with your shoulder. His arm stayed there, not that you minded.

"Alrighty, here's those checks," Sheryl placed the all three checks down and Sam swooped in to grab them all.

"My treat, for both of you," Sam said, already handing them to Sheryl with his card.

"What a gentleman," you deadpanned but your smile betrayed your words.

"I know I am," Sam joked, nudging your leg with his foot.

"Oh wow, so humble," you looked over at Joaquín with a smile, already finding him to be looking at you. You kept the eye contact for a moment, realizing just how pretty he actually is.

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"This seat taken?" Joaquín's voice made you jump, you always sat alone in this class. You weren't even aware he was in this one.

"Uh, no. You take this class?" You asked, watching as he slid into the seat. It was a smaller lecture hall, but still big enough that you has several places around you empty.

"Yeah, I normally sit on the other side of the classroom. Closer to the door but figured since we're friends now, I could give up the prime seating and sit by you," Joaquín said, pulling his laptop out.

"Oh, well, I'm letting you know now that I don't write notes. I record the lecture and write notes afterwards so I can pause it when needed. So don't be alarmed if you see me doing something else," you told him, swapping tabs to set up your recording.

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"Looks like we're partners Torres," you said as class ended, your professor decided to pick partners by who you were sitting with.

"Looks like it, what would you have done without me sitting by you?" Joaquín joked, but you had a legitimate answer.

"Oh, the same as the other times. I would have paired up with Todd, he sits alone too," you said and as if you summoned him, Todd showed up.

"Hey, Stark, need a partner?" Todd asked, getting close like he always was.

"She has one," Joaquín slid up next to you, slipping two fingers into your waistband to pull you into his side. You widened your eyes at the action, not expecting him to pull you in, let alone slip his fingers into your waistband.

"Sorry Todd, he was just next to me. And you know the rules," you shrugged, letting Joaquín slip his arm around your waist and shove his hand into your back pocket. Todd grumbled under his breath as he stormed away. "Careful how you hold me, Torres. Or I'll start to think you like me," you told him but made no move away from him as you slung your bag on your back.

"What if I do, Stark?" Joaquín brazenly asked and you laughed.

"Then I'll need a new partner because clearly you have shit taste," you told him, expecting him to laugh but he paused as you got into the hallway.

"What?" He sounded genuinely baffled but some blonde came bounding up to you both. Joaquín never too his hand out of your pocket, in fact, he actually pulled you closer.

"Hi, Joaquín!" The blonde giggled. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch," she twirled her hair around her finger as she spoke. You took a moment to really look at her, she was exactly the type of girl that would be with Joaquín. She was perfectly pretty and had long smooth looking legs.

You missed Joaquín's answer as you were looking at the blonde but you saw her eyes cut to you before leaving in a huff. "You could have said yes," you told him, already knowing his answer.

"There's a lot of reasons I said no. But now I want to talk about your shit taste comment, so come on," Joaquín used his grip in your back pocket to gently push you to walk with him. You did with no complaints or reluctance.

"Where are we going?"

"Frat house, my room," he told you but you shook your head.

"My dorm, it's a single," you told him, gently nudging his torso to he would change direction towards your dorm hall.

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You walked into your dorm finally pulling away from Joaquín and sat down on your bed. Joaquín followed your movements, throwing his bag with yours by your desk.

"Why'd you say I have shit taste?" Joaquín didn't beat around the bush.

"Because I'm not pretty like she was, Joaquín," you said. "I'm not even close to your league."

"Bullshit," Joaquín announced, standing up to stand in front of you. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, it's why I made the stupid joke the other night. I was worried you were actually going to hook up with Sam, I had noticed you ealier and was originally going to ask for help finding you. But then you were there, sitting with Sam and sharing his gum, the gum he guards with his life."

"It's because he knows I focus better when I'm chewing or sucking on something, I tend to forget to listen to him when he talks over wise. He learned that one during our chem project," you told him with a huffed laugh.

"Sam told me the same thing that night while you were in the bathroom at Denny's. It's why I was brave enough to sit by you and throw my arm around your shoulders. Y/n, you're literally my dream girl. If little me were here, he'd think you came directly from his mind!"

"Oh," you softly told him. "So you were serious when you said you liked me?"

"Yes," Joaquín affirmed.

"Ok then, um," you looked around your room for a moment. "We should go on a date tonight, the project can wait a day," you told him, your smile matching his.

"I couldn't agree more," Joaquín said before you two kissed. It was sweet but perfect.

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[rainrot4me]

new to your blog and saw your lgbt headcannons for the creeps (eating up all your posts lol)

can we get more of bi jeff

sincerely gay anon

My beautiful bisexual disaster, oh how you sing to me.

๑ Warning: Vaginal, anal, threesome, oral

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Bi Jeff doesn’t label himself, really, but he absolutely notices all genders and does not even question why. If you asked him, he’d say, “I’ll fuck who I wanna fuck,” and leave it at that. There’s a deep impulsivity in him, and he follows attraction wherever it goes.

If he looks at someone and gets hard, that’s answer enough for him.

He’s the type to have had his first same-gender hookup way before he even realized it was “a thing.” Middle school sleepovers, random drunken makeouts in high school—to him it was just fun, he didn’t question it, but there’s a lingering shame from his home life, from the way other kids called him “fag” growing up. That stuck in his ribs a bit.

When he does admit to liking men and women (and nonbinary folks too), it comes out aggressive, defensive, almost picking a fight about it:

“Yeah, I like dick. You got a fuckin’ problem with that?”

He still struggles to own it without bracing for a reaction, because he’s so used to being judged for everything else that he forgets sexual orientation is the least of his problems.

He flirts in the absolute most unhinged, horny way possible—complimenting your ass while also trying to steal your lighter, threatening to kill you if you break his heart but also saying “you’re cute” with his knife to your throat.

His attraction is a bit chaotic and all-consuming: if you’re beautiful to him, you’re beautiful, period. Gender presentation does not factor. He genuinely does not give a shit. He’ll go feral for a pretty goth guy with eyeliner as quickly as he’d drool over a hot femme.

If you’re bi too, he’d probably find that sexy, in a twisted sense of solidarity—but also get jealous as hell. Like, “You better only be lookin’ at me.”

When it comes to sex, he’s very… curious. Jeff is 100% the guy who would want to try everything. Pegging? Sure. Letting a dude choke him out? Fuck it, why not. He’ll experiment with a grin and then brag about it later.

He still carries a bit of internalized “guy culture” that makes him overcompensate. Like, he’ll get so macho after hooking up with a man, calling himself a “pussy slayer” and flexing for no reason, trying to bury that small voice of what if I’m not man enough? under the violence and bravado.

But when he trusts someone? When he feels safe? He’s incredibly affectionate, starved for connection, and open about how much he loves all kinds of bodies and how hot he thinks people are. A bi king with a killer streak, basically.

With a masc partner:

Jeff loves the roughness of another guy. It gets him going, seeing muscle, stubble, the scent of cologne mixing with blood and sweat.

He’ll mouth off the entire time—biting, growling, egging you on to fuck him harder or letting you pin him down. He’s not going down without a hard-won fight, but the reward is very sweet.

Likes mutual marks, bruises, scrapes. Will brag about them afterward, showing off the scratches on his back like trophies.

If you pull his hair or choke him out, Jeff will see stars. He craves that power play, going from threatening to begging in seconds, and will absolutely get off on being handled roughly.

One minute he’s the predator, next he’s biting his lip and whining under you— “Fuck, harder—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.”

With a fem partner:

He’s a bit more possessive with femmes, leaning into that aggressive, protective energy. Grabs your hips so hard you bruise, makes you repeat you’re his while he pounds into you.

Has a filthy mouth. Absolutely loves hearing a whiny moan and gets cocky about it— “Yeah? You like that? Bet nobody else can fuck you this good.”

Worships tits, regardless if they’re big, small, on T, off T, doesn’t matter—he’s a tits guy, will bite, suck, bury his face in them. All for sucking your nipples raw while he fucks you silly.

Would get off on seeing you ride him in a mirror, praising how pretty you look while he slaps your ass.

Bonus, bi Jeff mmf threesome:

Jeff is the type to see a couple making out in some divey club bathroom or a dark party corner and wedge himself right in. He’s that guy—smirking, all attitude, dirty laughter, sizing them up before he even says a word. The girl’s pretty, the guy’s rough and masculine—Jeff wants both.

He’d kiss one, then the other, biting his lip and egging them on. “Fuck, look at you two. Wanna get out of here?”

Jeff is equal opportunity filthy. He’ll get on his knees to suck the guy off, messy and aggressive, while palming the girl’s ass or fingering her until she’s shaking. He has zero shame about getting everyone off at once, seeing who he can make cum the fastest.

Loves to watch—will pull back and just stare while the other two fuck, stroking himself, then dive in again when he can’t stand waiting.

He’s got that unhinged energy, switching partners constantly—making out with one while railing the other, then swapping. It’s messy, it’s nasty, and the other two are lucky if they can even barely keep up.

Loves spit, loves bite marks, loves rough hair pulling. You’d hear him cursing under his breath the whole time, “Shit, you feel good. Don’t fucking stop.”

Mutual marks are a must. Scratches down his back, maybe the girl leaves hickeys on his neck while the guy fists his hair and pushes him deeper. Jeff lives for that overstimulation.

Position-wise, Jeff would absolutely volunteer to be in the middle, cock sunk deep into the girl’s cunt while the guy slams his hips behind him.

Threesome daisy chains? Yup. He’s happy to suck one off while someone pounds him, growling deep and throaty with a mouthful of cum and drool.

He’d also get off on double oral—he’d hold the girl’s hair while she goes down on the guy, then get in there with her, their tongues meeting while the guy moans. Jeff is nasty.

The more people fawning over how good he fucks, the happier he is.

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[nekoboydreams]

Hellooo! I recently played your game and goodness it was a experience! Honestly the whole circus genre isn’t a favorite of mine but your visual novel just charmed me!

If you have time or want to answer my questions, I hope my ramblings aren’t too much 🤧

Harlequin’s story intrigued me greatly! The poor angel though. Speaking of which, how would Pierrot or Harlequin react to the MC’s name being literally Angel? Unsure if the title of the Angel is symbolic or not. Or even better, if MC’s name is literally Columbina? MC must have some weird backstory for why their parents named them that.

How would the cast react to MC being neurodivergent? Like having autism or ADHD(Attentive or inattentive)? I know the circus has been around for a long time and have adapted to modern society and technology. But I imagine they still have a bit of old souls in them, so would they be unsure how to respond to MC’s neurodivergence? Ex. MC avoiding eye contact or not picking up any social ques, overlay express or not expressive enough, unintentionally getting distracted in conversations, or MC passionately infodumping to Pierrot about their hyperfixation?

What if the MC had a sexuality that’s impossible for them to fall for Pierrot or Harlequin? Like they’re AroAce or lesbian. Would that change any of their minds?

Kinda a sensitive topic, and it may be uncomfortable to answer, if you don’t want to answer that’s alright! But what if the MC had some bad experiences/trauma in the past that relates to anything sexual, and anything sexual or too intimately seductive may disgust them or make them uncomfortable in the present? Once Pierrot or Harlequin figure that out(somehow) would they straight up abandon that behavior to make MC more comfortable or hold back a bit?

Reaction to deaf or mute MC?

Is it possible to get the Harlequin himself jealous?

Questions for YOU! Who is your favorite character in this dating sim? Demo and/or future characters? And who is most fun to write? And the most important question of all, favorite carnival snack?

Thank you so much! I'm glad to know that even if you're not into the theme, my game still managed to catch your attention!

They wouldn't be bothered by the word angel. But Columbina would be something too specific they’d find it strange and would become very curious and intrigued by it.

Yes, they are a bit old-fashioned, but they're incredibly observant. Pierrot would notice certain things very quickly and would soon understand the situation enough to keep interacting with MC in the best way possible.

Pierrot wouldn’t be able to stop feeling, even if MC didn’t reciprocate.

He would learn to hold back maybe avoiding too much physical contact if he started to lose control, so as not to scare MC. Arlequim would have a harder time with that. He’d insist a bit more, but if that didn’t work, he’d change his approach.

Pierrot would learn sign language. Just seeing MC using it would be enough for him to pick up a lot in a short time.

That’s an unusual question! Yes, he does feel jealous though he’s very good at hiding it most of the time.

Oh! This is the first time the question is actually directed at me! haha. I’m honestly unable to pick a favorite at this point. I get too involved with each of their stories and end up loving all of them. Pierrot and Arlequim are really fun to write when they interact with each other it’s like the atmosphere around them is about to explode! Though Jester and the Ticket Taker’s dynamic is also quite interesting.

I’d definitely go for the candy apple! Now I’m curious, what would you choose, anon?

[risingmoonyue]

A funny thought I had was of Noctis going through that one really specific friend experience where you wake up one day and realize your BFF and Parent(s) are suddenly Besties TM and you have no idea when this happened.

So Prompto and Regis somehow becoming just. Such good friends. (After Prompto gets over his anxiety over talking to The Real Life King ofc.)

It started because Noctis was hanging out with Prompto and not answering his phone (he was napping), and evolves (or possibly devolves) into hot gossip sessions, baby photos, and first name privileges, because Regis thought this kid was actually pretty fun, and Prompto realized that Regis was like Noctis, but Bigger and More Sociable.

[Game night]

Prompto's phone: [hard rock music ringtone]

Prompto: Hold on Noct, gotta take this call

Noctis: Ye sure whatever

Prompto: REGIS, your kingliness, my guy, wassup?

Noctis: [drops his controller]

Ignis: [spits out his Ebony]

Gladio: [walks into a wall]

Prompto: Uh huh. Yeap. Oh, he did NOT!!! Uh huh. Ye-ouch, no joke?? Got it. I'll let em know, yeah. Have a killer day my dude! [Hangs up]

Prompto: hey Noct, your Dad wants to actually show up for dinner this week, six o'clock sharp tomorrow. Says your meat privileges are about to expire and if you don't it'll be that time when you were twelve all over again, which, can I just say, YIKES.

Noctis: you-- wha-- HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT. HOW ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAD. WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAD.

Prompto: uhhh for months now??? This is old news. Like, there's an entire group chat??

Noctis: A GROUP CHAT?????

(The group chat has Regis, Cor, Clarus, and Prompto, all of whom collectively have So Much more blackmail on the rich boy chocobros than ever before.)

(The rich boy chocobros in question are horrified at this realization.)

[seungsoftly]

୨ৎ the hickey race ❥

꒰੭ pairing: kim sunoo x fem. reader x yang jungwon ꒰੭ genre: shortfic/fluff/suggestive ꒰੭ wc: 2.14k ꒰੭ warnings: established poly relationship, kissing, giving reader hickeys

꒰੭ synopsis: your relationship with sunoo and jungwon has probably been the best choice that you've made in your adult life. they treat you like a princess and they love playing games and competing with you and each other. but what happens when you three get tired of playing board games and decide to make you the competition instead?

livi's note ❥ this idea just popped randomly into my head one day, and it ended up morphing into this, and i just love how silly it is. this is my first time writing anything like this, so please take it easy on me if it sounds a little awkward, but i'm going to try my best to hopefully make it flow well. besides, who doesn't love a good poly enha fic? also, thank you guys so much for seventy followers! that seems like such a huge number for me only being here for about a month!

꒰੭ taglist: @s1rawb3rry

“how about monopoly?” you asked, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion when you were met with nothing but groans from your boyfriends, who were sitting across from you. “or clue? oh wait, we have cards, do you guys wanna play poker with just chips?”

the three of you had been sitting here on the carpet in the living room of  your apartment for the past thirty minutes. see, it had all started because the two of them were acting all hyperactive and crazy and they had run up to you the moment you got home from your classes for the day and asked excitedly if you’d play a game with them.

at this point, they were just sort of draped over one another, sunoo letting out a big sigh with each game that you mentioned while jungwon’s forehead was resting on his shoulder, the younger boy not even showing any interest in the slightest in the different games that you were mentioning.

“hey, you guys were the ones that wanted to play a game. you can’t just whine now when i’m trying to figure out which one,” you countered.

jungwon let out another groan before making himself sit up, finally making eye contact with you and the pile of game boxes at your feet.

“but none of these sound fun,” he whined. “you wouldn’t want to play a game if it wasn’t fun, right?”

and of course he looked at sunoo right after the words came out of his mouth, weaponizing the both of them against you instead of just jungwon. they knew you couldn’t say no to those big boba eyes that the two of them could do when they were trying to convince you into doing something.

so as their pleading faces intended, you caved, huffing out a sigh as a reluctant agreement flowed out of your mouth.

“fine, fine. but what are we going to play instead of all those games that you two just called boring?”

it only took a moment before jungwon looked as if a lightbulb in his head had lit up with a wonderful idea to answer your question. grin quickly growing across his face, he turned quickly to sunoo, beginning to whisper something about his idea in the older boy’s ear.

that smile was concerning you a little bit, that was for sure. the last time you’d seen a look on jungwon’s face like that, he and sunoo had schemed their way into getting an ice cream maker for the apartment instead of just getting the two pints of ice cream on the grocery shopping list that you sent them to the store with. this was why you did the grocery shopping. you should have still insisted on going even through your little winter cold. it would have been sweet of them to go for you if that hadn’t have ended up happening.

the whispering kept going on and on, and you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriends, both of them giggling at you when they saw it. this was either going to be something really good or really bad, and you hoped it was the former. if it was the latter, the two boys sitting across from you were going to be handling it, you decided.

“guys, cmon, i want to know what you’re talking about,” you whined, flopping onto the floor on your side and rolling over to look at them.

“you’ll know it all in due time, sweetheart,” jungwon teased, honeyed voice erasing all of the curiosity and worry floating around in your mind about your boyfriends’ antics.

sunoo smiled softly as he got up off the floor, jungwon following suit as they both told you to just sit there and relax. they’d be back in a moment, they claimed, and you were just supposed to stay your pretty little self there. their words, not yours.

after a couple moments of the boys having disappeared down the hallway, you began to hear the sounds of a familiar clinking and the boys quietly squabbling with each other.

it made you giggle, laughing at the two as they bickered over something that you didn’t quite know yet. they were so close that nothing was really meant as hurtful, just as playful and usually over something about you or for you.

some girls would sigh in jealousy and say that you were living the life, two attractive men fighting over you, but you didn’t see things that way. everything in this relationship was playful and affectionate, and yes, you were incredibly lucky to be in this situation. fate couldn’t have given you anything better at this moment.

“okay baby!” sunoo called as he entered the room, the little bin of your makeup products clutched in his hands. you gave him a confused look, which he only responded to with that sweet smile of his that he knew made you melt a little on the inside.

“why do you have my makeup bin?” you asked, now really wanting to know what your boyfriends had up their sleeves with those suspiciously bright smiles.

“oh, well since none of those games sounded interesting, i thought that we could make you the game,” jungwon revealed, pearly white teeth gleaming in his big smile.

your brows furrowed again. “what does that mean?”

looking at jungwon, sunoo began explaining the idea of the boys’ little game once he got a nod from the younger boy. “we’re going to see who can mark you up  and then cover it up the fastest. call it a – hickey race.”

laughter burst forth from your throat at what sunoo had just said. a what?! that sounded both really appealing and really hilarious to you.

“oh wonnie this is the best and funniest idea you’ve come up with yet,” you exclaimed, still laughing at the thought of such a concept.

“hey, i came up with part of it too!” sunoo cried, not wanting jungwon to get all of the credit for what he’d helped the other boy come up with. “he just wanted to see who could leave a mark on your pretty neck faster, and that wouldn’t have been fair at all and he knows it!”

you gave sunoo a small smile as you responded, thanking him for his part in the creation of their new little game and telling him that his imagination was just as wonderful.

“alright, enough with the small talk now,” jungwon took a seat to your right, effectively positioning you right between the two men. “how about we explain the rules of the game and get on with it. i’m looking forward to it, and surely you are as well, sweetheart, right?”

you nodded, confirming that you were indeed very much looking forward to the loving attention that you were about to get between your two wonderful boyfriends.

jungwon continued, “okay, each one of us are going to see who can give you a hickey and then cover it up the fastest. we’re only allowed to do so on your neck or your collarbone, and we can’t yank you away or interfere with the other in either phase of the race.”

“okay,” you nodded, perfectly fine with what was being lined out. if anything, you were about to be a very happy girl.

sunoo finished the explanation where jungwon had left off. “and since you pretty much have two things of foundation and concealer and all the stuff we may need to cover the marks up, we’re only allowed to use one of each different item at a time. no stealing things or sabotaging that way. just gotta see who wins fair and square.”

and like that, the race begun, each man taking his place on either side of you: sunoo on your left and jungwon on your right.

sunoo started gently, warm lips closed as they pressed against your pulse point time and time again until he got daring enough to start pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the spot instead. you could feel his warm breath up against the sensitive area under your jaw, tickling your skin as he laved attention on it.

on the contrary, jungwon was anything but gentle, lips already sucking at your neck and teeth scraping lightly against the delicate skin there. his lips pressed against where your neck met your collarbone, warm and wet as some very close attention was paid to that area of your body by jungwon.

all you could do was let out a relaxed sigh, truly enjoying this experience. both sides of your neck were getting loving attention in different ways, and it just felt like it was slowly bringing you to a level of bliss that you only felt around your boyfriends.

as the minutes went on, both of the men at your side still attached to your neck, you felt as if you were on cloud nine with the gentle nips and sucking of skin at your neck, feeling the marks already rising to the surface of your skin. in fact, you almost forgot this was a game rather than just the start of another intimate moment between the three of you.

jungwon pulled away first, triumphant as he’d already given you a dark purple bruise that was blooming on your otherwise pale skin. this was where he would shine in terms of the game, you realized. he was always quicker at things, sometimes even rushing himself to get to where he wanted to be as quickly as possible.

sunoo tended to do things with more patience, but he wasn’t far behind, laving his tongue over the smaller purple mark that he’d just given you a few more times before sitting back calmly and reaching for the concealer in the little bin of makeup.

his strength would be here, you already knew it before the game even started, and your mind was even more made up when the concealer that he’d selected was the one that you used the most often. it was definitely going to be close between the two.

while sunoo dabbed the makeup into the left side of your neck professionally, things were going a bit more roughly on the right side of you. jungwon was aggressively painting the hickey that he’d just given you in concealer, and then patting it in sharply. it didn’t hurt or anything like that, but you could tell that he barely knew what he was doing.

you could tell that tension was rising through the room, both of your boyfriends feeling the pressure to finish hiding away the hard work that they’d just done by marking your neck up. sunoo’s strokes with the makeup brush that he was holding kept getting quicker and the same went for jungwon’s pats of the makeup sponge that was held in his grip.

“almost–” sunoo mumbled underneath his breath, finishing the final blending of the edges of the makeup that he’d applied, arms raising in satisfaction as he leapt up enthusiastically and cheered.

but that cheering came to a stop moments later when he realized that jungwon had just down the exact same thing as him. he’d finished covering up the hickey that he gave you at the exact same time as sunoo, and neither of them had realized it until after their exclamations of victory.

“oh,” jungwon paused. “what now? who won?”

you giggled lightly to yourself, amused at just how into this game your boyfriends had gotten. “i think i’m gonna have to declare this a tie, wonnie.”

surprisingly, neither of them were too upset with that notion. instead, they both got even closer to you, insisting that they both get a kiss as their prize. you didn’t see why not. they’d certainly both earned it.

so you obliged happily, first leaning towards sunoo and pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. his lips were so soft and plush, and the kiss was just purely loving. but when you finally pulled back, lips swollen slightly, jungwon attached his mouth to yours with a ferocity that only he had. it was a passionate kiss, slowly getting messy with saliva but neither of you could care less.

it was a long time before you two separated, panting and lips even more swollen than before. you only had a moment to catch your breath before both of the men in front of you were standing and pulled you up with them, sunoo picking you up into his arms as he carried you to the bathroom and jungwon followed.

“how about we wash that makeup off and give you a few more marks to show that you’re ours, baby.”

and you just gave him a smile, drunken off the love and attention that you’d just gotten. there was no pulling you out of the haze of affection now, especially with the hungry eyes that were being directed upon you.

divider credits to @hyuneskkami and @cursed-carmine

© seungsoftly 2025 please do not copy, repost, or translate

this is a work of fiction and is not intended to depict any accurate representation of any members of enhypen. please do not take this as real.

[stargazedwinchester]

I love the concept of reader being the boys' younger sibling! could you do one where reader returns from a date gone really, really bad?

they were excited to finally know someone new and when they walked out of the house, they were sooo giggly and happy- and then, at the end of the day, they come back to the motel with teary eyes and clearly heartbroken. their date acted terribly, not respecting boundaries, making little unappreciated comments and just ruining it all.

I've always had a feeling that in this scenario, Dean would be getting ready to beat the shit out of that kid lol. thank you if you do it! I'd prefer gender neutral but it's totally okay if you don't want to :)

ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `no one hurts you, sam & dean winchester,༘♡

summary: you return from a date that you hoped would go well. your older brothers are ready to protect you at all costs, because no one messes with their younger sibling. word count: 591 pairing: sam & dean winchester x younger sibling!reader thank you so much for requesting!! this was so much fun to write!

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

You’re practically bouncing as you tie your shoes, dressed in your nicest shirt and actually wearing something that doesn’t have holes in it. Dean notices immediately, and naturally, he pounces.

“Well, damn,” he whistles. “Didn’t know you owned anything other than ripped jeans and flannel.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t be jealous just cause I clean up better than you.”

Dean smirks, nudging your arm. “Alright, alright. Go knock ‘em dead. Don’t have too much fun.”

-

By the time you slip back inside the room, the door creaks too loud and your shoes scuff the carpet. You attempt to make it to the bathroom without saying anything, but of course, nothing gets past them.

“Hey,” Sam lifts his head and his eyes follow you as you walk past. “You okay?”

Dean’s sitting on the motel bed, cleaning his gun. He looks up when Sam questions you, and his whole body stills.

You don’t answer. You just drop your jacket onto the back of a chair, leaning against the table.

Dean is already standing. “What happened?”

You try to wave him off, give them some half-laugh, but it comes out shaky and broken. “It was stupid,” you say, your voice thin. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.” Dean paces, ready to grab his jacket and storm out into the night. “Tell me where they are.”

“Dean,” Sam warns him. “What?” He snaps. “Look at ‘em.”

And Sam is looking. His brows are furrowed deep with concern, as he moves over to you, he gently leads you over to the edge of the cheap motel bed. “Just talk to us, okay? What happened?”

There’s tears that start to well up in your eyes. Frustration takes over. “They were just… a jerk. The whole time they kept saying gross little things. Making jokes that weren’t even funny. And when I told them to stop, they got mean. Like, I just wanted to go home… they laughed at me when I said I didn’t feel safe and—”

“Give me their name.” Dean demands, and Sam scoffs at him. “Dean…”

“No, Sam, screw that. That little creep thinks they can pull that kind of shit and walk away? No. Not happening.”

There’s a pause, one breath, then two. Dean exhales like it hurts. He crosses the room and crouches in front of you, resting a hand on your knee. “Kiddo, I just… I hate that someone made you feel so shitty. You didn’t deserve that. You were so excited earlier.”

Your bottom lip begins to wobble.

You sigh, letting out a weak laugh. “It just sucks. I got so excited for it to just blow up in my face.”

Dean nods, his jaw tight like he’s physically restraining himself from storming out right now. He softens. “Y’know what? Dates are overrated anyway. Let’s go watch Die Hard and eat til we’re about to pop, yeah?”

Sam places a hand on the middle of your back, reassuring you that it’s okay to have bad dates. To have bad experiences, because it just shows that you met the wrong person at the right time.

Sam passes you the remote, smiling at you warmly. “We’ve got your back. Always.”

You lean onto his shoulder, resting your head just for a little while. You glance at Dean who’s watching you with pure older-brother instinct. Maybe some part of it reflects John, too.

That father-figure never really left Dean. Sam, too.

But with your big brothers by your side, you feel like maybe things aren’t completely ruined after all.

[lilliths-story-studio]

She answers nothing about the gentleman behind the counter on our drive back. Not for lack of trying, but she’d grown agitated with the subject inside of ten minutes and the radio had been clicked back on. I wouldn’t care so much if she wants to flirt with Sideways Steve - or whatever his actual name had been - if we weren’t sitting in the middle of a missing person’s case for which I am woefully under equipped.

I click off the radio, and she looks at me as though I’d just broken it.

“What do you mean he’s the same as me?”

Her head bounces back against her headrest, eyes cast to the ceiling.

“I mean there’s some kind of magic in him and he doesn’t do anything with it. I’m not sure what it is that finally lets the mojo flow, but neither of ya’ll have hit it. It leaks out of you sometimes, it leaks out of him often - but that’s it.”

I’m treated to a stare down as she clicks the radio back on.

Like I said.

Nothing.

By the time we make it back to the cabin, a 45 minute drive from Alandale, my concern has faded. Whatever his deal had been has nothing to do with me- I just have to get in, get the girl, don’t die, go back to Drew and the Carnival, and never set foot in these damned hills again. I don’t imagine my boss will be overly inclined to revisit this experience.

It’s a quarter past five when we pull up in front of the cabin. Instead of pushing the door immediately open once she parks, Cassy turns the car off only to lean against the seat. Neither of us says anything initially, but after a moment of enjoying the clear view of the lush landscape, I finally give and turn to check on her.

She’s just staring out the window.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” She tugs the keys free of the ignition. “Just…” she gestures vaguely out the window, releases a sigh, and pushes out of the car. “Let’s get the groceries in.”

We get the food put away, and get around to finally making lunch for dinner. She’s throwing together meat and cheese on bread, humming under her breath. When I finally make out the song, I wish I hadn’t. It’s the same tune that had assaulted us in the grocery store.

“So, I know what you said.” I need her to stop humming that stupid song. “But it’s still odd that he paid so much attention to the necklace.”

A lot had been odd about that interaction.

“Dog with a bone- some things will never change.”

“Because your main clue is a necklace that this man seems to know something about, he issues some B movie cryptic nonsense, and it doesn’t even cross your mind to ask? You can’t tell me the math is working out there.”

“Do not ask that man a question.”

My brows knit.

“Why would I not ask a harmless townsman to share what he knows? The goal is to find your cousin, is it not?”

She shakes her head.

“I don’t want to risk drawing this things attention his way - the people in these hills are as given to their old wives tales and superstitions as they are their Bible stories. You should recall that easy enough.”

I do. I’d made fun of it all of the time.

Jokes on me, I guess.

“But you have no-“

“It’s the same reason I never told you where I was going. Doing this shit means constantly asking who you could hurt with the wrong information.” She pinches her lips together.

“You were more than willing to put Drew or myself in dangers way to get this thing done. What’s the difference with this guy?”

“Willing?” She swallows, setting down the knife she’d been using to slice tomatoes. “I’m not willing to do any of this, I’m doing what I have to do .”

“Willing or not, you did it. So you haven’t actually answered my question.”

“There are some people you don’t want becoming affected.” Her eyes widen pointedly.

“I thought he was harmless.”

“If you are.” She picks the knife back up and goes back to the tomato. “Drop it.”

“But the neckl-“

“Tasha.” She punctuates my name with the clack of blade to cutting board. “We’re going back into the cave tomorrow anyway- I’m sure we’ll find something else.”

I’m not, but I know this wall well enough

“Fine.”

There’s no more information, just a plated turkey sandwich pushed at me.

“I’m gonna take this outside. Thanks.”

“You’re really avoiding me, aren’t you?”

Is she joking?

“I have no other ideas where your cousin’s concerned and no clue what else to talk about.”

“For real? Three years have passed and not a single thing worth talking about. Sounds boring.”

The sandwich looks good enough, but suddenly the squish of bread is more off putting than appetizing. I set the food back down.

“It’s never boring - not when you’ve got Bartley and Jax bouncing around like morons.” The smile is involuntary. “Bartley thinks himself a prankster and Jax never lets a slight go. They calm down for a game of cards- sometimes- and not much else.”

Cassy has no problem going to work on her own sandwich as she comes out from behind the counter to take the stool right next to where I’m standing. I shift back, determined to get out of any kind of personal conversation with this woman, when her hand settles lightly in my shoulder.

“Please. I…I know how things ended. I’m not asking for anything other than a conversation to take my mind off of things.”

Had her fingers gotten skinnier? Am I making up a reason to care, without having to look for the wet shine I know will greet me should I seek out eye contact?

I really don’t like it when she cries.

I settle into the chair and force myself to take a bite of my food. I’m sure it’s fine - mustard and tomato rarely let me down - but my tongue and stomach lodge separate but similar complaints against the act.

“Did you finish your degree?” I get up to get a glass of water.

“Yep, last semester.” There’s some of the chirp back in that sound. Better. I turn around with my drink to lean against the sink and watch her.

Her eyes are glassy, but not leaking yet.

“Oh, can you grab me one too? Please.”

I do, filling a blue plastic cup like the one I’d gotten, setting it down, and taking my seat anew.

“It was…botany?”

“Horticulture.”

“Plants.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Yes. Plants. It’s handy, given what I do.”

I take a long sip of water. I hadn’t given much thought to the girl I’d known and how it might tie to this new facet of her.

“So how much of the hippie, tree hugger, backwoods superstitious crap is real?”

She scowls.

“Don’t call it backwoods.”

“You’re literally in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’m in the middle of one of the most impressive landscapes in the country. It’s quiet out here, which is a blessing. I’d appreciate it if you would stop trash talking my home.”

“I wasn’t trash talking.”

“Yes, you were. You’ve never thought much of my sort of folks, and it always kinda sucked to hear you talk about it like that.”

My lips slide closed and I definitely don’t think I’ll be bothering with my sandwich.

“You never told me.”

“Why would I? I was already struggling to keep my head above water when we met- but you made me laugh.” She shakes her head. “But you also made that quip about fortune tellers and your opinions got clear enough. So I stayed quiet and enjoyed the part of you that didn’t hurt.”

My brows pinch.

“How could I have known if you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want to have to tell you. I wanted you to see.” She pushes her plate away, and it seems like neither of us are fucking with the rest of our dinner tonight. “I wasn’t okay. Either you didn’t know me well enough to see the difference, or you didn’t care. I don’t know which is worse.”

I knew staying in here to eat was a bad idea.

“You forgot to mention I might have been too drunk to see your face.” I grab my plate and pitch my barely touched sandwich into the trash. “Thanks for dinner. I’m going for a walk.”

“Your hair-“

“Looks amazing, right? Don’t touch it.”

And I take myself right out the door, ignoring every warning she shouts after me.

At this point, if some forest dwelling demon wants to hop into the drivers seat to handle this shit, I’m not all that motivated to stop him.

That said, I’ve yet to hear many demon stories that take place at barely six in the afternoon. Certainly the tangle of trunks and foliage provide shade and some cover to the path back up to the hell mouth, but even then I’m fair certain I’d see Bigfoot just fine between the trees.

Or more likely a bobcat.

The aforementioned shade becons me to a large rock resting a few feet from the outlined trail. Upon approaching, this thing requires a small climb up the hill from which it protrudes, and offers an amazing view of golden light breaking through the thickening blanket of clouds overhead. Streams of it reach down to marry a gusty breeze, painting rippling shades ranging from deep emerald to vibrant mint over the treetops. The ozone has grown considerably thicker since this morning and I draw a lungful as I lean back on the stone.

I close my eyes, fingers playing with the pendant at my throat. A light breeze brushes softly across naked shoulder and collarbone. It’s not a ton cooler out here now than it had been earlier in the afternoon, but the airflow is nice nonetheless.

Had I been a bitch about the woo-woo shit? How safe could she have felt to be honest in that environment? Would knowing have changed anything? And realistically, who wouldn’t be doubtful, anyway? It’s just not the world we live in. Or I’d thought as much.

“Fuck.” Frustration dashes the calm I’ve managed to gather.

I blow a breath and focus on the stone under me, the cooling air around me, and the sounds of the woodland behind. A well timed shift in attention, it seems, because I am thousand percent positive I’m not alone anymore. The birds that had been chirping nearby have grown silent - those that I do still hear are some distance away. Perhaps it’s simply gotten late. And indeed, as I open my eyes I notice the streams of light I’d been enjoying when I’d first settled have been since devoured by hungry grey.

Adjusting, I turn to check the copse of trees behind me, finding leaves, sticks, grass, and dirt. Nothing stirs, nothing breathes. But the hair on my neck is prickled as a porcupine and my nerves are threatening mutiny and desertion if I don’t remove myself from the vicinity of these…

Trees.

Of these trees.

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Cassy’s getting to me. The only thing I’ve seen so far is a mime act that makes a mockery of the situations severity.

And the look in her eyes when she talks about her cousin. When she talks about her time in the woods and when she was telling me all of the things I hadn’t seen. That I’d laughed away and mocked off, same as this.

Something combs through my hair, a tingling swish not dissimilar from the one Cassy had triggered while braiding my hair this morning.

Has it really only been a day?

Another wash of that electric spark dances from scalp to shoulder and I jerk upright, spinning to look fully into the darkening woods. My feet inch back of their own volition and my hand flies involuntarily to the pendant. It feels…warm. More than makes sense from body heat.

Like it had in the cavern.

Or am I psyching myself out.

I glance up to see the light fading as the clouds overhead fatten up and dim the sky to a deep grey. Flashes of light work through the mist and vapor, and I can feel the charge on the air settle under my skin.

Back in the treeline I catch sight of…something moving between branches overhead. My skin nearly ripples off of my bones, hard as my nerves are repeating their request that I evacuate the area.

That would be smart.

“T.”

I startle, foot slipping back and threatening my balance on the rock. Balance I do not immediately regain, rolling my ankle in my attempt to momentum-correct and not fall off of the rock. I hit the same damned knee on my way down as I had in the cave, and a yelp escapes the defiant grind of my teeth.

That fucking hurts.

“Shit, are you alright?”

My hands are planted palms down in front of me, facing the edge of my platform. Another inch forward and my nose would be in my teeth.

“Yep.”

The answer seems moot, because a moment later I feel her hands as I push back to a kneeling position. They’re soft and flitting as she checks me over. I don’t immediately wave them away - it’s been a hot minute since I’d felt her fuss, even before it was over.

Had I frozen her out?

‘She mighta gotten confused.’

Jax needs to shut his mouth.

Then again, he’d also called her a psycho, so maybe it comes out in the wash.

“Other than you tryna pull a Scar and Mufasa on my ass, fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous- I didn’t even pretend to try and help you back up.”

“Not my fault you forgot your mark.”

“You were supposed to be dangling from somewhere higher- I need the proper motivation to really get this right.”

Lighting flashes through the sky behind her, backlighting her silhouette leaning over mine and the glow of her hair. She looks like some kind of contemporary storm goddess.

…what the fuck?

“Here.” She moves away just as I’m about to wave her off. As I get to my feet, she doubles back with a white can that she passes me. “I came out to apologize. I’m not handling this situation with my cousin well…and that’s not a reason to dig up the past. I…I wish you had talked to me before you’d just up and disappeared, but that’s neither here nor there.”

My lips press together. I heard the word apologize in there, I swear I did.

“Peace offering. And I wanted to come watch the storm without it being awkward.”

I snicker, popping the top on my can.

“At least you’re honest with your motivations.”

“I try to be.”

“If you forget my flashlight tomorrow, you’re on your own. Deal?” I hold the opened beverage out and wait.

She scuffs the toe of her boot against the ground with that stupid nose scrunch. It’s too cute, even I know the reaction is ridiculous, but there it is.

“Fair.” She cracks her own and the tops touch. “Deal.”

We both take a sip, and she looks back to the woods, seeming suddenly aware of them now that immediate concerns had been eased.

“Let’s go back towards the house, though. This is too close. What did I say about your hair?”

The first spitting drops start to freckle their way across my shoulders.

“That was almost a full thirty seconds without you squawking at me about something. You’re getting better.” I turn to follow her gaze into the dark. “What’s in there?”

“I don’t fully know - lots of things I’ve heard of; devils, fairy’s, the Howler. Lots of folks from a lot of places settled this area back in the day, so there’s a good mix of the usual stories you hear passed down in these wild parts. But there are also a concerning number of new things that haven’t been here before. Like that bridge. But all of it seems restless.”

“Ominous, Tangina.” I lift my drink to my lips. “This house has many hearts…”

Even in the fading light, I see the red creep up her cheeks.

“Shut up, that was a good movie.”

“Never said it wasn’t.” I grin and take a sip.

It had been the first movie we’d watched in our new place. She’d been jumpy all night.

I hadn’t been.

“Would you be so brave now?” She scowls. “It’s not just a story anymore.”

“Other than flat palms on air, it’s still just a story, sugar.” I shrug, tilting my head slowly towards the cabin. “But we can head back over.”

Her eyes glint, lip quirking.

“Can’t tell if you’re brave or reckless.”

I raise a brow.

“One flashlight.”

She flips me the bird and pivots to move down the hill and back to the cabin. I follow her down, pausing at the base of my former perch for one last look back into the trees. The branches above where we’d been standing sway in the building wind, but other than some kind of bird - an owl, maybe- there’s nothing there.

Except that, after I blink, there is no bird.

Best to go easy on the drinks tonight, then.

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"I wasn't okay. Either you didn't know me well enough to see the difference, or you didn't care. I don't know which is worse."

[callme-naomi]

My Love's Waiting - For Me!

AU where Geto didn't defect, Haibara is alive, and the five is a happy group of friends.

Like every year, the four of them had decided to throw Nanami a party for his birthday - it was always fun seeing his reaction, which was more like 'I expected this but still I'm surprised'.

However this year, they decided to sneak in his house and throw it, because of one special guest arrival. You.

It had been nearly one year since the revelation that Kento Nanami had a girlfriend, but their relationship was a long-distance one, given your studies abroad. Since then, they had bugged him over it, asking when is Mrs. Nanami-to-be coming over, and he'd deflect the question, having not known the answer himself.

He always put up the show that he understood your job, and the reason you can't come, he wants you to be happy and not rushed, and he'd still love you.

If he was honest with himself, he missed you. terribly. he wished for at least one day when he could hear your laugh, not buffering over the shitty internet of the office building, or touch the strands of hair that you always tucked back behind your ear.

So he had finally learned to wait patiently, and all the while loving you.

Having gotten a few holidays coinciding with his birthday, you reached out to his best friend - Yu Haibara, the friend who had introduced you two to each other - and let him in on the plan to surprise him. Soon, you agreed to adding the seniors in on it too.

Just as you boarded the plane taking you to Tokyo, you smiled to yourself. My love, I'm coming home.

****

Finally, a day without overtime. Turning the lock in-

"SURPRISE, NANAMIN!"

Barely keeping himself from jumping, Nanami opened the door he was so sure he had locked earlier before peeking in to see Gojo, Geto, Shoko and Haibara waiting for him with party poppers and his batchmate barely managing to hold on to the cake with Gojo's enthusiasm.

"You didn't have to do all this," the sorcerer explained, thinking about how they still managed to make time despite their schedules.

"It isn't every day your favorite kouhai's birthday is here!" Gojo threw an arm around him, and for the first time in a year, he didn't shrug it off. "Let's make it count!"

"Fine by me," he sighed, helping in serving and arranging the plates, thinking about the fact that he wanted to call you right now, "but don't end up counting the expenses for house repairs."

Nanami Kento was a man whose life revolved around details, but today he had failed to even notice the continuous glances by the other participants towards his door.

It was some time after 9 when the bell rang. A few seconds later, Shoko leaned back a little. "I think you should go see that, Nanami-kun."

"I...will." He was slightly surprised, because on his birthdays they wouldn't even let him leave the room for anything, running around to let 'the birthday boy relax'. And he wasn't surprised much when the other three men agreed with her, all of them sporting smiles.

*****

Having rung the bell, you tightened your jacket around you, hands shaking uncontrollably, not from the cold, but from the excitement of finally meeting him again after an entire year.

You took deep breaths to relax yourself. And it all went down when your heartbeat spiked up upon hearing the sounds of footsteps.

You really hoped he wouldn't ask who's there, and luck was with you because he didn't. Slowly, the knob turned, and every second felt like an eternity. When the door opened, there he stood, still in his dress shirt and slacks, his eyes impossibly wide and mouth slightly open.

You spread out your arms, trying not to tremble. "Surprise?"

He didn't need telling twice when he pulled you into his embrace, his grip tightening as if still unable to believe you're here, and with him, and you tightly hugged him back, before he dragged you inside and swung the both of you around.

"Happy birthday, my love," you wished him, once he put you down, a grin plastered on his face as if he still was in a daze, and then you pulled out your gift from your jacket. "I brought this! I hope you like it..."

"If its from you, of course I'll love it," he took the gift from you, a pristine black box with a white ribbon around it. Unwinding it, he opened the box to find-

A silver watch. A gleaming TAG Heuer Carrera Calibre 16. The very one he'd been saving up to buy for himself. He looked up to you.

"Why..."

All words were lost when you drew close to silence him with a kiss.

"In every eternity, every lifetime, I'll always love you," you murmured against his touch. "No matter what distance comes between us."

****

Five years after your marriage, he still wears that watch everywhere he goes. Proudly. Even though you tried to convince him to get a new one, he'd always refuse.

And before you could say anything else, when you'd see him smile fondly at the watch and then the one who gave it to him, you think maybe it's better if he kept this first vow of forever love.

Hello!! This is my entry for day 3, the BIG DAY - HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY MY LOVE, MY ONE AND ONLY 7/3 KENTO NANAMI!

[orellazalonia]

May I request s fic of femteen reader x the avengers and she has ocd (not the cleaning kind, she likes threes and can't step on lines if does has to Pat head 3 times) ❤️❤️❤️

Hello there! Since I do not have OCD, I did my best to try and create scenarios to reflect your request. I remember I used to love reading the teen!reader x Avengers fics when I was younger, so this was also fun to complete! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!!!

Watching Over You

Summary: You never expected to fit in with the Avengers, but they learned your ways without demanding explanations; adapting to your quiet, your patterns, and the way you moved through the world. (Avengers x teen!reader)

Word Count: 1.3k+

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You weren’t exactly part of the team. Not officially. Not like the others with codenames and backstories.

You were… around.

Sometimes that meant helping Bruce recalibrate things in the lab with Peter while the latter talked too fast and handed you snacks without looking. Other times it meant dragging a beanbag into the corner of the common room and watching movies you didn’t pick, staying quiet even when you hated the noise.

They didn’t mind that you didn’t talk much. Or that you didn’t laugh when Sam made jokes about Cap’s age. Or that you always sat on the fourth stair going up even if you had to count and move again to get it right.

You liked corners. Rooms with even lighting. People who didn’t point out the small things you did to feel okay. You liked structure, even if you didn’t explain it out loud. You were used to people not getting it. But here, they didn’t press.

For example, most mornings, you found the kitchen before Sam did. You liked it best before the rest of the Compound woke up, before Tony came in humming to his own brilliance, or Steve started rearranging mugs by "functionality" instead of color. At six a.m., the world belonged to no one, and you liked that.

You sat at the table with a book you weren’t really reading, tracing the corner of the page but not folding it. You didn’t like the idea of a permanent bend.

When Sam walked in, he didn’t comment on the early hour or your bare feet on the chair. He just muttered something about “blessed caffeine” and moved toward the machine like it owed him a favor. He didn’t ask you anything. Not even “how are you,” which you appreciated because those kinds of questions never had short answers.

He poured his coffee and sat across from you like it was just another Tuesday.

“Want some tea or hot chocolate or something?” He offered, already halfway out of his seat.

You shook your head. You liked the quiet too much.

He nodded and settled back down, sipping his drink and scrolling through his phone with the kind of energy that said I’m awake but barely. A few minutes passed in that soft silence.

“You always sit in this chair?” He asked eventually, not in a suspicious way, more like someone noticing the weather.

“Yeah,” You said, then paused. “It’s the best one.”

“Fair,” He said with a slight grin. “It doesn’t squeak like mine.”

That was it. That was the whole conversation. No probing. No judgment. Just a shared moment in the corner of a too-big kitchen.

And the next morning, he didn’t take your chair. He didn’t even glance at it. He just came in, nodded like he was greeting a coworker on shift, and sat across from you again.

You found you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind him.

But he wasn’t the only one who learned more about your ways.

You weren’t sure when it started happening. You started noticing little shifts in the way the Compound breathed when you walked through it.

Like how Steve started greeting you with a simple nod instead of a cheerful “Good morning” that used to make your chest tighten. Or how Natasha stopped patting your shoulder in passing, because she noticed you’d flinch just slightly every time. She never asked why. She just… didn’t do it anymore.

You noticed their efforts. You noticed everything.

For example, Wanda was different. She didn’t stop certain things, but she started asking. “Can I sit with you?” “Is this too loud?” “Do you want to leave?”

She didn’t take offense if the answer was no or if you didn’t answer at all. She just nodded and adapted. You liked Wanda. She wore her grief gently and gave you space to carry yours however you needed.

Meanwhile, Clint was unpredictable, but oddly safe. He made dumb jokes and stood in doorways like he was half ready to leave, but when you talked, really talked which was rare, he listened with all his attention on you, like your words were codes to be cracked. One afternoon, he brought you three flavors of the same brand of granola bar and just left them on the counter.

No note or anything. You stared at them for ten minutes. Then chose the middle one. He never said a word, but the next time he went shopping, the middle flavor was stocked in the pantry for you.

And then there was Bucky.

He was hard to read at first. He was quiet in a way that felt different from your quiet. Not shy, not small. More like… weighed down. Like he was carrying a version of himself he didn’t always want to be near.

You didn’t try to talk to him. You figured he liked his silence uninterrupted.

But one evening, when you found yourself frozen in the hallway, foot hovering mid-step because there was a jagged crack that interrupted the tile pattern, it was Bucky who found you.

He didn’t say anything. Just glanced down, saw the line, and waited.

You didn’t move yet, couldn’t. So he stepped forward and stood beside you, not touching, just present. And after a moment, he casually lifted his foot and stepped over the crack.

You followed. Heart pounding, but safe.

That was it. He walked with you the rest of the way to the common room like nothing had happened. He even tossed you the remote when you sat down, like you were just another person choosing the movie.

After that, Bucky never rushed or walked ahead of you. Not in hallways, not when getting off the elevator. Instead, he matched your pace, even if it slowed or paused.

Sometimes you caught him watching you. Not in a suspicious way. More like… someone reading an unfamiliar book, not wanting to miss the meaning between the lines.

However, Tony was the last to figure you out.

To his credit, he tried. But at first it was with too much noise, too many “funny” nicknames and sudden gifts and offers to build you “a robot that tells people to leave you alone.”

You flinched. Not because of him, exactly, but just the way he stormed into rooms like he expected the universe to revolve or get out of his way.

You avoided his lab for a while. It was cluttered, confusing, and loud.

Until one day, you passed by and noticed something different. There was a space in the lab that looked like a lounge area, surprisingly tidy with three bean bag chairs and a few other items to decorate the cozy-looking space.

You paused, confused. Tony caught the hesitation.

“Thought you might like it,” He said casually, eyes on a tablet. “Three’s a good number, yeah?”

You nodded.

He didn’t grin or tease. Just flicked a switch and dimmed the lights slightly. “Stay or don’t. Your call.”

You stayed. You didn’t talk much. Just sat and listened to the soft hum of tech and watched him work. And when he offered you a headphones, not to listen to anything but just to block out the sound, you accepted.

Even though he never really asked what you needed, he kept an eye on your purchase history and started leaving some of your preferred comfort items out and available if you ever dropped by.

And overtime time, you stopped bracing yourself in doorways. You didn’t have to map escape routes every time you entered a room. You still had your habits. You still tapped things three times, sometimes more. Still couldn’t explain why your chest felt like it might collapse when your shoelaces weren’t even.

But you weren’t made to feel broken for it.

They never told you to stop. They never criticized you, thought you were weird, or teased you about any of it either. They simply watched, learned, and adjusted.

[just-thoughts-no-vibes]

Was reading some articles about Kpop Demon Hunters and saw that there is a possibility for a sequel and I would like to add my two cents.

Listen. I understand the need for great stories like Kpop Demon Hunters. I also would like more, but I would also really like to just have a movie that did it's job, became beloved and ended. I was disappointed so many times by boring sequels that have nothing to do with the original idea, canceled shows and writing that makes you forget why you were a fan in the first place that I would genuinely be happier with this story just ending here, even tho there is definitely more to explore.

The idea that Kpop Demon Hunters might get a sequel or something of that sort doesn't excite me. My first thought is not "Oh my god, yes my girls will get more time to shine" but "What if they decide to just lobotomize all of them and undo all of the character development they went through because it's the easiest way to start a conflict?" I was so happy that there wasn't a plot point where Mira and Zoey are jealous of Rumi because she is the leader or something along those lines because there really is no need for that, but now I am in fear that after they went through so much and nearly died, the sequel would have them point fingers and yell "YoU arE alWAys tHE SPeCiaL ONe!" "WeLL It'S bEcaUSe I AM sPeCiaL" or some bullshit like that. I also don't want romance to become center of everything if we get the "Jinu is alive actually" plot. It was done greatly here but only because it wasn't the only thing going on. Both Jinu and Rumi had so much going on for them individually and could never be reduced to just romance (nor it was a point of the movie) and other characters, specifically Mira and Zoey, are not just some sidekicks who exist solely to complement Rumi and push her forward.

The only idea for a new movie that excites me is a story about Rumi's parents and her mom's group of Hunters (I need more on Celine!!!) but even that scares me because what if they pull "Yeah, Rumi's dad is actually Gwi-Ma and he was once nice but then something happened and his wife died and Celine is the actual villain and my baby boy is just misunderstood and he only turned all of these people into demons by using their worst fears and insecurities and made them his slaves because he was sad." My fragile heart can't handle such stupid plot anymore.

So many things can go wrong that I just want it to end here. This is very pessimistic and probably overly dramatic but I am really done with being disappointed with franchises for these (and many other) reasons. The love and passion for making great things expires quickly when money is involved and I don't have a reason to think that the same won't happened with Kpop Demon Hunters. At first you want to give people something that they would love and before you know it you are making a live action show after releasing movie number 7 (yes, each one is worse than the previous). Again, I am probably just overly pessimistic, but I don't trust these people one bit. Also it's just nice having something that doesn't answer every question. Make up your own version, it's fun.