#THE PINK ONE IS DENNIS

[lumenistence]

SHRINKY DINKYYSYSYYSYS

[heliopart]

whenever i hear the hc of crawford and herbert being twins i always think of the kind baby evil baby meme so i drew it lol

(what i'm referencing is under the cut)

[king-lena]

macdennis + watermour parallels (sharing clothes)

[fightingwithallreality]

Album of Horses (1951) written by Marguerite Henry, illustrated by Wesley Dennis

[placeholddog]

i wanna know your fav sunny episodes!!

im so glad you said episodeS and not episode singular bc i coudldn't choose uhh:

being frank, the gang dines out, making dennis reynolds a murderer, gas crisis, manhunter, sweet dee has a heart attack, nightman cometh, mac & charlie die, cereal defense, hundred dollar baby.... off the top of my head i think

[heyimanowl]

[dennisboobs]

i love setting fic in '95 because '94 was a good year for music

[bumblebecc]

the time that frank thinks mel is dating someone else and nearly loses his mind

Whitaker and Santos get into a huge blowup fight 10 months after PittFest. It’s ugly. Whitaker has been hired on as an intern for the ED and is finally making money for once, but Santos doesn’t want to admit she feels bad for Huckleberry, so she won’t accept rent from him—

And Whitaker storms out in the middle of the night and spam texts Mel about the whole thing (they’re kinda friends now, bonding over their mutual love and hatred of Star Wars and sharing breakroom snacks). Becca’s recently moved in full time with her care center, so Mel happily offers Dennis a place to crash for awhile in her spare room—she doesn’t make a fuss when Whitaker insists on contributing to the grocery fund. Instead she just slips the same hundred dollar bill back into his wallet without him noticing.

It’s two weeks of this before Frank overhears Dennis asking Mel when she’s headed back home, he’ll meet her at their bus stop, their bus stop, and realizes THE TWITCHY NEW INTERN IS LIVING WITH MEL.

Langdon’s Mel.

And she didn’t tell him. Not when they got dinner last week. Or on their phone call the night before. His mind scrambles. Why wouldn’t she tell him? He’s not bothered. No. Why would he be bothered? It’s not like he’s in love with Mel or anything. It’s not like he’s jealous.

It’s not like he only feels like he can breathe when Mel, golden and kind and all things good, enters the room.

Or as if when she cries, nose going pink, big eyes wet with tears, his heart feels like it’ll implode in on itself until she smiles again.

Or every time he scoots past her in Trauma One, his nose fills with the scent of her shampoo — strawberry hibiscus — and he feels the closest thing to euphoria since he kicked the benzos.

Or when Mel off-handedly offers to babysit his kids if he and Abby ever have plans, he imagines her holding his daughter on her hip, smiling softly. He has to sit down for five minutes before he can get back to work.

(He strategically informs Princess after that conversation that he’s very divorced. Like the most divorced a man can get. Has been since he got out of rehab. He sadly asks for her discretion and she agrees eagerly.)

(The whole ED knows by the end of the hour.)

(Mel sadly gives him a warm sweet-smelling hug in the breakroom once she hears the news. “I’m so sorry, Langdon,” she says in her small voice. Frank feels like the hugest pervert in the world because all he can think is that his divorce lawyer was worth every penny if all he gets is Mel’s arms around his waist, her cheek against his chest).

He reassures himself: it’s not like Whitaker and Mel are a thing. She probably just feels bad about Whitaker having to live with Santos. Yeah. Who wouldn’t feel bad for the poor shmuck?

And then he sees Mel pat Whitaker’s arm gently in sympathy when Robby gives him a problem patient (vomit, irritability, a recipe for disaster). And he no longer feels bad for Whitaker, actually the opposite, he wants to strangle him where he stands.

But he can’t do that, because Mel would be very upset with him.

So when he finds her on the roof after a her shift humming to herself and her face brightens with a smile, he can’t hold it back — “Are you and that kid dating?”

And Mel has to recalibrate, brow furrowing, fair eyebrows scrunching like when she’s confronted with a social cue she doesn’t entirely understand. She’s sitting criss-crossed, looking up at him, vulnerable and soft and small from this angle.

“Who? Dennis?”

And oh fuck, they are dating, she calls him by his FIRST NAME, and she’s never once called him Frank and…

He is fucking in love with her.

“No,” she says. His world stops imploding in an instant. She doesn’t even seem offended. She merely blinks. “Dennis and Trinity are in a fight. I’m letting him crash in Becca’s old room until they make up.”

“Oh. That is… very generous of you, Mel,” says Langdon stiltedly, a rush of relief running through him so quickly, he feels dizzy.

“Yeah. And actually, it’s nice having another person in the house since Becca left,” says Mel wistfully. “She hasn’t wanted to come back since she’s so used to her routine at the center.”

She’s told him about this over ramen cups in her warm, colorful kitchen. Deep green curtains, an amber lamp washing her in red and gold light. Her eyes, misty and lonely. Her chin in the curve of her palm.

He has to stop himself from telling her to kick Whitaker out and he could move in instead. Because that would be crazy and irrational and impulsive.

Fuck it. “I don’t like him living with you, Mel.”

Her eyes widen. “Um. Why? Whitaker’s a perfectly reasonable roommate. He does his dishes and is very neat for a man.”

“No, it’s not that.” Langdon feels like he’s on the edge of a steep precipice, like how he feels looking over the edge of the hospital roof, like the rush of adrenaline after a tense save. “Because I want to be the one to keep you company. To come home with you after a long day. I want to take care of you. If you’ll let me.”

Mel’s mouth opens and shut. She’s shocked. He knows the minute details of her face, the flutter of her pale eyelashes, the tense curve of her mouth. “I… I don’t…”

“I’m in love with you, Mel,” he says, and keeps talking, even though his ego is blistering to admit, “and I’m actually going kind of crazy from jealousy over here. Like behavioral room type crazy. I keep imagining that you and him are…”

“No!” Mel is suddenly on her feet. She looks like she’s glowing. In the distance, there are the wail of car horns and the sounds of the city. The flare of ambulance lights. But all Langdon can do is stare at Mel King. The rest of the world doesn’t really exist. “You’re serious, right? This isn’t, um, a joke or—”

“I would never do that to you, Mel.”

Mel takes a shaky breath. “Oh. I know that.”

“It’s okay if all you want is a friend,” says Langdon, even though that would be excruciating. “Tell me to kick rocks, if you want. I just couldn’t keep it inside for any longer. I couldn’t go a day without letting you know that you’re loved.”

He wants to say more, but he can’t. Because Mel is kissing him.

Her arms are around his neck. Her lips hot on his. It’s awkward and clumsy, because he’s taller than her and she’s on her tip toes, and he hasn’t kissed anyone in a very long time, but then he slides his arms around her waist and yeah. She makes a noise, a sweet noise deep in her throat, and he chases that sound, deepens the kiss, and he forgets about Whitaker, about the ER, about the long hot shower he was looking forward to after work, because Mel is in his arms, her braid loosening under his hands, and she tastes like mint gum and Diet Coke and love.

When they separate, her mouth is flushed and her eyes are glossy. A wisp of honey gold hair brushes her cheek. “Hello,” she says.

“Hello,” he whispers back.

“Let’s go on a date soon?” she asks, because she’s the smartest person he knows.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he says and then nothing else for a long time, his mouth occupied with far more important things.

(And if, the morning after their kiss, he drags Santos and Whitaker into an empty patient room and watches as they argue and bluster and finally agree to move back in together because maybe you’re an alright roommate, Huckleberry, and okay, yeah, I miss my bed—but you need to let me at least buy the groceries, then that’s nobody’s business but his).

[bullet-prooflove]

Virgin: Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @julius-ceasar @happyfox43 @totallynotavampir3 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis's heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Dennis is a virgin.

At least that’s what the rumours say.

They started when Santos had asked him when he last got laid and he’d flushed that pretty shade of pink across his cheeks and up his throat. It had spread like wildfire after that and of course everyone seems to have an opinion, whether he likes it or not.

“You know, I think it’s great at your age.” McKay tells him when he’s working triage with her. “I lost mine far too young and in the back seat of a Camero, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

He really doesn’t know what to say to that so he doesn’t say anything. He kinda just hopes the whole thing will blow over but then he steps into the security office to drop off a cell phone he found in one of the bays and that’s when he sees the betting pool.

Multiple coloured post-its, all depicting when, how and where he’ll lose his virginity.

It seems to sway from romantic: candlelight, mood music and a sultry silk nightdress to fucked up and freaky: In the morgue, on a table, light on, scrubs off.

There’s even a sub division for foreplay: who does what to who, how good they are at it.

One very helpful person has even written ‘Whitaker eats pussy like a champ’ in block capitals. Another states ‘Lisbon cracks under the pressure’.

“Fuck…” He drawls out the word, one hand scrubbing down his face because there is no way in this world that you aren’t going to hear about this. It’s simply a matter of time.

You’re waiting for him after shift in your usual place against the wall when he gets out. Your head is tilted back towards the sun, your eyes closed as you catch the last of the dying rays before dark. You look beautiful in that moment, so serene, so at peace with the world. He hates that he’s spoiling it.

“You’re going to hear a rumour about me.” He tells you as he takes up residence alongside of you, his hands clasped in front of him. “That I’m a virgin… I’m not but… I guess you’d say I’m inexperienced… I’ve slept with one person in my life and it wasn’t…”

He fumbles for the words, trying to articulate.

“It wasn’t fire or passion or any of the things it is with you. I don’t even think I was very good at it…”

“Dennis.” You say softly, your hands slipping under his coat. Your palms come to rest on his waist, thumbs tracing tiny soothing circles through his shirt that make him exhale as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “I’m not worried about your capabilities in bed. The two of us have great chemistry and when the time is right we’ll find our rhythm. I’m just enjoying the journey right now, being with someone whose taking the time to get to know me, instead of trying to fuck me.”

“I know.” He whispers, his nose trailing over yours as he looks into your eyes. “I’m enjoying this part too.”

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[fifiscupboard]

but what about when Santos and Whitaker have gotten past that first initial awkwardness that comes with learning to live with another person and they have had a few late night bonding sessions when they are over-tired from work and feeling vulnerable and they have become each other's confidant.

but what about when Whitaker is feeling insecure in his ability to be a doctor and Santos reassures him he is smart enough and he can learn enough and he will be enough, and what about when Santos is feeling insecure in her bedside manner and she confesses that she knows she comes off harsh but she doesn't know what else to do because the world is harsh and you have to be strong enough to stand it and Whitaker reassures her that she is gentle and she is capable of being gentle and she is enough and gives her the space to be harsh or gentle as she needs at home.

but what about when they make a little chore chart and figure out how to divide tasks and Dennis shows Trinity how to fix her plumbing and how to change her oil and Trinity shows Dennis how to cook food with flavor and how to stand up for himself. but what about when Trinity brings a girl back to their shared apartment because Dennis was supposed to be in the library pulling an all nighter except he's home because the power went out or he spilled his coffee all down his sweatshirt or something so he walks into them hanging out in the kitchen half dressed and doesn't even blink or react just says hey nice to meet you I'm the roommate and Trinity says no your the freeloader and he says who deep cleaned your car for you last week and she says who bought you laundry detergent and he goes to his room to study but in the morning he makes them pancakes and teases Trinity about her hickey.

but what about when they get drunk playing a greys anatomy drinking game where you take a shot every time they get something wrong and Dennis breaks down crying about how hot one of the doctors is and how he's not allowed to think he's hot and Trinity (lovingly) bullies him about how the only reason he's not allowed to think he's hot is because he's ugly but there's nothing wrong with him thinking a man is hot and she forces him to dance around to pink pony club with her and she starts dragging him to gay bars and sending him articles about internalized homophobia and helping him build up his confidence so he can say yes when some guy they meet asks him out on a date.

but what about when Trinity gets a case where some kid tried to kill themself and they didn't manage but she's breaking down about her friend who she couldn't help and why could she help this kid who matters - of course they matter - but is not her friend when she couldn't help her and Dennis sits with her and makes her tea and talks to her about how she could help now because she's a doctor and because she's an adult and how she managed to become those things because she is strong but she is allowed to be weak in their apartment and she is allowed to be angry and upset and it doesn't make her a bad person.

but what about when they have meal plans and routines and drinking games and fights about who used all the hot water and who took the last of the milk and how left their socks in the living room and they have deep conversations and they work through hard times and hard memories together. but what about when they stop being roommates and start being the family they both need.

[hotluncheddie]

eddie, steve

.🥞✨

‘uh, the pancakes with bacon please, extra syrup? thanks.’

eddie knows that order. he makes it every saturday night, so late it’s almost morning.

but he’s never heard that voice before, never heard it so close, right by the pass window.

he swallows. turning from the sink in the back to face out into the diner, someone’s sat at the counter, right across from him.

the most beautiful boy eddie’s ever seen.

he’s looking right at eddie, cheeks slightly pink, fiddling with a still wrapped straw. he looks perfect and cozy and adorable, hair sleep rumpled and in a hoodie that swallows up his soft lines, making him look even softer.

‘coming right up.’ eddie rasps, his own cheeks colouring.

but the boy, he smiles. ducks his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes.

eddie’s a fucking goner.

-

steve can’t believe it. his eyes are even bigger this close up, big and brown and sparkling with life.

his hands are just as nice this close up too, delicate but capable as they move around where steve can see. he sticks his tongue out a little when he concentrates. it’s adorable.

he’s the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

he puts steves finished pancakes in the window with a little smile, rings the bell and seems to blush even harder. almost cringing at the sound. it’s makes steve laugh, he’s cute.

and they’re still the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. even sober and nervous and exited like he is.

steve can’t help closing his eyes like always when he takes his first bite. always blown away by their sweet fluffy texture. and he makes his way through them a little quicker than normal, without robin to distract him.

they taste as good as normal but he’s right there. right there watching steve eat them. something about it makes him feel shy, barely daring to look up from his plate. but when he does the line cook has the softest smile on his face and steve relaxes, tucks his hand under his hoodie to rest on his stomach like normal. finished his pancakes.

when steve looks up again, the guy is staring at his empty plate, kind of stuck in space. but then he vanished for a moment and the door to the kitchen opens. and he’s coming over, picking up the syrupy plate and he has freckles, bats tattooed on his arm.

he’s so close. he’s so pretty this close.

the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

‘eddie?’ steve blurts, exited, finally able to read his name tag. his names eddie.

his name is eddie.

eddie’s cheeks get pink, the tips of his ears. he looks at steve with wide eyes ‘yeah?’ he asks, voice small and confused.

steve grins at him. ‘your names eddie.’ and he watched eddie’s smile bloom, he has dimples.

‘wha’ eddie clears his throat. ‘what’s yours?’ and steve feels his heart burst, feels like sunshine and crisp leaves.

‘steve.’ he says, a little breathless.

‘steve.’ eddie whispers.

‘when do you go on break?’ steve asks, heart beating in his throat.

eddie just shrugs, eyes still wide. ‘whenever. as long as there’s no customers in.’ and steve realises he’s the only one here. it makes him blush more, for some reason.

‘make us another batch?’ he asks, deciding to be brave, leaning over the counter, just to be a little closer. ‘we can share.’ and it’s so worth it. to see the smile grow on eddie’s face, watch him nod, watch a curl slip out of his bun. watch him work his magic through that little pass window. stealing glances at steve as he goes.

-

watching steve enjoy his food is even better close up. even better than eddie could’ve imagined.

they’re sitting in steve’s usual booth, eddie’s where robin normally sits, he finally has a name for the cool girl steve hangs out with. gets to hear a little about how they met, can tell he loves her, so much. it’s sweet, his eyes shining as he talks.

so is the way steve cuts the pancakes, sweet, pushing perfectly stacked mouthfuls towards eddie to have. pancake, bacon, pancake. all covered in syrup, sticky and delicious.

eddie never really even liked pancakes much, more of a waffle guy. but sitting here, watching steve eat them, laughing and smiling at things eddie says. jaw just a little soft, upper lip smattered with hair. watching steve sigh and stretch when they’re done. that hand coming to rest on his stomach again, the way it always does, every saturday night.

eddie knows he’ll always love pancakes.

-

‘how do you get them to be so good?’ steve asks, hand circling eddie’s wrist loosely, stopping him before he goes back to his job, an orders come in, he has to go. but steve needs to ask, wants to know. wants one more moment with him.

eddie smiles, takes steve’s hand and kisses the back of it. and it’s so out of place, at denny’s, at 4 am that steve giggles, almost manic. it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

‘they’re made with love sweetheart.’ eddie says, looking up at him from his bow, kissing his hand again before walking away. the napkin with steve’s number on tucked safely in his back pocket.

steve’s forearm scrawled in the black ink of eddie’s own.

steve goes home and falls straight to sleep. so late its almost morning, like every saturday night.

he dreams of brown eyes, and syrup.

<3

fin.

ty for reading! mwah!

@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @spectrum-spectre @stevesbipanic @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @acedorerryn @scoops-aboy86

[reputationfairy]

duke oneshot pls 🙏 (not smut)

Agora Hills - duke dennis x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. for future reference if you have a request, specify smut or no smut like this person did or imma do whatever tf i want. y'all can't cap, i've been on a fucking roll this weekend. hopefully y'all like it. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ via

─⋆♡ summary: you and duke are in an established relationship. he decides to surprise you and ball the fuck out.

─⋆♡ warnings: dual pov (the pov changes with the pink headers, the divider gifs just mean a bit of time has passed), language, all fluff no smut, softdom!duke (he doesn't like when the reader talks back), 18+ black!writer, alcohol, physical descriptors (brief)

⋆word count: 4.5k ⋆ masterlist ⋆

y/n

I jolt out of sleep, and the feeling of the cool air of the hotel room kicks on. Duke’s hand rubbing my leg makes me relax a little, and my eyes move to him, seeing that he's still right where he was when I fell asleep.

“Hey, baby. Time to wake up,” he says quietly, kissing me on the cheek, and then he returns his attention to his phone.

I yawn, looking up at him, recalling that he’s probably been working all night. He doesn’t look like he slept much, making me feel worse. “How long have you been awake?” He needs to prioritize his sleep.

Duke shifts, pulling me further up so he can rub my ass. “It’s 7:30 a.m., so 30 minutes. I already got up and showered,” he explains and I look up at his freshly moisturized skin.

I inhale his cologne and hum. He smells so fucking good. I grumble, annoyed at how early it is. He takes notice and spanks me lightly, and I gasp at his forwardness. “Duke, you did not just slap my ass,” I scold.

His laugh reverberates through his chest. “Yes, the fuck I did. Let me worry about you, not the other way around,” he matter-of-factly states.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “But I'm supposed to worry about you, too. It’s supposed to be equal.” I’m making valid points here.

Duke slips out from under me, standing up. He puts his hands up in defense, and he turns to walk into the bathroom and turns the shower on. I crawl to the end of the bed, stand up, and follow him into the bathroom where he’s leaning on the wall with his arm on top of the small door. Straightening, he extends his hand and pulls me into the bathroom. 

“Take your time, babe. Call me if you need me,” he instructs and leans down to kiss me before brushing past me and exiting the bathroom. 

My eyes watch him as he goes, drinking him in. I know he already showered, but some part of me wants him to just stand in the shower with me and hold me.

“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask Duke for the hundredth time in the last hour, holding his hand to stabilize myself as I descend the steps of the hotel.

He puts his hand on the small of my back when I’m grounded, and gently pushes me forward towards a truck near the entrance. “Yes, baby. You always look beautiful,” he responds, opening the passenger door, and extending his hand again so I can use it to climb in.

I slide into the seat and turn my head towards him, raising my eyebrows. “So that’s a no, then?” He rolls his eyes, reaching in to put the seatbelt on me. “I got it,” I snap, putting my hand on his arm. I fucking hate when he does the child thing.

Duke doesn’t say anything, just turns around to the two men who I hadn't noticed, letting me finish buckling myself. One is holding a big pastry box, and the other is holding two drinks. Duke takes the items from them, putting the box in my lap first, and then the iced drink into my hand. “I didn’t know we had security today,” I grumble. They slide into the back seat silently and I shift a bit.

Not that I mind it, I just know that the surprise will be public. “Where we’re going, we’ll need it,” he tells me before shutting the door.

As he jogs around to his side of the truck, I take a sip of the brown liquid, throwing my head back to moan as the drink washes down my throat. Bringing the cup up to my face, I look at the label that’s on the side. An iced vanilla latte with almond milk. One thing I love about Duke is that he always gets my coffee order correct. I smile and continue to sip.

Duke slides into the driver's seat, putting his drink in the cup holder. “You haven’t had your coffee, so I won’t spank you for that little attitude just a second ago.” He smirks at me and starts the truck.

Fuck. I am so fucked. I want nothing more than to straddle him right now and say fuck the surprise. But, there are two security guards in the back seat effectively stopping me from having any extra fun.

I look down at the box, noticing a giant donut with pink icing and lots of sprinkles. 

“That’s your hint, baby. You’ll probably get it before I even drive off.” He smirks again, shifting the truck into drive.

I gasp in realization: warm weather, huge pink donut you can only get at one place, lots of walking…

“You are not taking me to Universal Studios for the surprise.” I whip my head over to him, eyes going wide and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. I feel like my ability to function has left this vehicle.

Duke turns at me and grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “You’re damn right I am, baby. Now, eat your donut.” He puts his free hand around the back of my neck, and I feel my body melting into him. 

The biggest grin takes over my face as he starts driving. This is going to be the best surprise ever.

duke

My girlfriend is practically hyperventilating as I pull the car into the parking lot at Universal Studios. I turn to look at her, and she’s squirming and squealing in her seat. 

“Do we need to go through the five senses again, baby? Or are you good?” I inquire, fearing that I’ve completely jump-started her heart. Whenever she gets like this, we use the grounding technique so she can calm herself down.

She whips her head in my direction with the cutest smile on her face. “I’m good, baby. I’m just really excited.” She leans over the console to kiss me, and I know I’m going to be spoiling her for the rest of our lives.

She reaches down to undo her belt and I pull the handle, stepping out of the car. As soon as I open her door, I notice she’s looking over my shoulder. She’s seemingly weary of the two big men coming with us, so I lean in to speak into her ear. “They won't bother us, baby. They’re just here to make sure niggas don’t talk to you,” I reassure her before helping her slide out of the truck. 

She places her hand and mine and we begin walking towards the entrance. “It would be you they’re talking to and we both know it,” she says.

“I don’t know about that. They practically foam at the mouth every time you’re on a stream,” I tell her, lightly swinging our hands between us.

She scoffs, flipping her long her over her shoulder. “I think you’re forgetting about filming the vlogs. Women love being in that shit,” she complains.

I smirk and lead her over to the entrance–it took everything I had not to rent the park out for her today. “We’re not filming today. I’m focusin’ on you. And I love yo ass,” I try to reassure her jealous side.

She reaches her hand up and smushes my face together. “I love you too, Dukey,” she smiles before placing a quick kiss on my lips.

Once we get through security, I lace my fingers with hers again. “What do you wanna do first?” I place a kiss on her hand, feeling her shake with excitement.

She starts bouncing up and down, her breathing picking up once again. “Can we pretty please do Harry Potter stuff first?? Everything else if we have time. I really wanna come back for the light show! Oooo! Der, can we please go get Butterbeer and Lemon Sherbets?? And then we can ride the Incredible Hulk roller coaster! PLEASE, Please, please, please-” She's speaking so fast that I end up kissing her to shut her up. I can't get in a word any other way. 

She moans in my mouth, and I grip her ass, pressing her front to me. She’s so fucking hot when she’s passionate.

My hands fly up onto her shoulder to stop her incessant bouncing. “Yeah. One thing at a time, though.” I exhale. Her brain moves a million miles per second, and it’s impressive she’s been able to keep all those thoughts in her head since we got into the car and she found out where we were going.

Our private guide ushers us to the cart which drives us straight through the New York and San Francisco attractions. When she spots the Knight Bus, she begins bouncing again in her seat. “Duke, Duke! Let’s talk to it!” She has a twinkle in her eye as she cheers at me. 

The cart stops and the security guards get off before us. I extend her hand for her to slide out and stand behind me. Although I have a hat and sunglasses on, if anyone notices us, I don’t want her to be bombarded.

She tugs on my arm and I look back at her bug-eyed face, chuckling at her excitement. “Alright, baby. You want me to record you?” Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek.

The pupils in her hazel eyes dilate. “Yeah,” she chirps and I pull my phone out of my back pocket, getting it ready. 

I film her, amused by her excitement. Then, my girlfriend does something that shocks the absolute shit out of me. “Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Diagon Alley?” she asks the park employees in a British accent. 

Holy shit, who knew British accents were this hot? I have got to remember that for later.

The shrunken head turns in her direction, and I zone out. “Right through that broken brick, little witch.” 

It’s been stream after stream. 24/7 content. I’m fucking tired and I just needed a fun day with her. I black out as she finishes the rest of her conversation with the conductor and shrunken head. 

My baby girl waves a hand in front of my face and brings me back. “Dukey, baby…” she calls, and I snap my eyes in her direction.

I breathe in to center myself before smirking down at her. “I’m here.” My hand moves to her neck. “Just thinking about how a ring would look on your finger the next time you wave your fucking hand in front of my face.”

She blushes, and looks down at the ground, kicking her feet. “Duke, you know I don’t believe in marriage…” She lets her words trail off as we continue to walk toward the brick wall.

No, I most certainly did not know that. I reach down to yank on her hand, stopping her dead in her tracks before she can take out her phone and start recording for social media. 

“What do you mean you don’t believe in marriage?” I press, raising my eyebrow. Fuck, we haven’t had this conversation yet. I just assumed.

She tugs my arm, urging me to keep walking, but my feet stay firmly planted. “I mean, I believe in a life partner. It’s just that I see marriage as more of a business contract,” she explains, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Like, if anything happened to me or you, we’d have a say in each other’s affairs.” Shrugging, she turns to walk towards the broken brick wall without me.

I jog to catch up with her, putting my hand on the small of her back. Okay, so she would marry me. “So when I ask you to marry me, you’ll say yes?” I grumble, unsure of what her response will be. She’s the one I want. I want her to be my life partner, my wife, or whatever she deems appropriate.

She giggles, spinning around to kiss me as we enter Diagon Alley. “Duke, I’d marry you if you ask me.” Her breathing picks up again as she turns around and takes in the attractions. “Duke… DUKEY! DUKEY!” she shrieks, slapping her hands on my arm. “It looks so real!!” She begins bouncing up and down again, grabbing my face to turn it in the direction she wants me to look in, smashing it until my lips are puckered. If I asked her to stop, I don’t think she would. 

I'm too lost in my thoughts anyway. I’m going to marry her and give her at least 5 children. I wanna show her off to the world as long as I live. 

She tugs on my arm, pulling me out of my trance and further into Diagon Alley. Suddenly, we’re stopped in our tracks by a younger group of boys. “Excuse me, are you Duke?” one of them asks.

I look at Y/N for permission and she smiles and nods. “What’s going on my boy,” I link my hands with each of theirs and shake up.

A woman steps forward behind them with her phone out, already recording. “They’re so nervous to meet you,” she says behind them and I assume she’s their mom.

I become uncomfortable finding out she’s already recording before asking. Lady you’re fucking grown, you should know better. Before I can fume at the bitch, my girlfriend puts her hand on the small of my back. “Oh, he’s nice. You wanna take a picture with him?” she asks the group.

They collectively sound off yes’s and she stands on her tip toes to talk to me. “Here let me get out the way,” she says, knowing the fans probably don’t want her in it.

But I don’t give a fuck. She’s with me and the world should know that. I want to show her off every moment I get. “No, I want you in it,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.

“Baby it’s okay. Trust me,” she murmurs, pushing off of me and standing next to the mother.

She snaps a couple of pictures of me and the guys in different poses before lowering her phone and showing off her odd smile. If it weren’t for the kids and my girlfriend, I would’ve put her in her place. “Thank you,” I hear one of the kids say.

I shake up with him one last time, ruffling his curly head. “You’re welcome, big dog. Nice to meet y’all,” I say. 

“Bye, Duke!” another screams and it warms my heart. This is why the fuck I do this shit.

My eyes wander up and catch with my girlfriends. She beckons me towards her and I trail behind her as she enters Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and her eyes widen when she spots a purple pygmy puff. “Dukey, Dukey! I need it!” she squeals, jumping up and down. The security guard tries his hardest to keep up with her as she sprints across the room, picking it up and squeezing it in her arms.

I sigh and pull out my black Amex card, before grabbing her hand and slapping it down. “Get whatever you want, baby,” I mutter, closing her fingers around it.

Her jaw drops and she looks down at her hand, then back up to me. “You’re fucking with me,” she retorts, shoving her hand back in my direction with it open.

I close her hand again, and shove it back towards her, “I’m being for real. Whatever you want from here on out is on me.” 

She blushes at my words and I smirk, taking a step forward to kiss her soft lips. “I wanna spoil you, baby. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself.” Hopefully, she just takes the damn card and stops arguing.

I spin her around and push her toward the cash register. She sets down the plushie and waits patiently for the cashier to finish ringing the item up. When the employee tells her where to put the card, she freezes as if the card will bite her. Cute. She feels bad for “taking” my money. She could ask me to buy her a private plot of land for her garden, and I’d have it done in seconds. 

I come up behind her, towering over her small frame, and help her push the card into the chip reader. When the pin prompt comes up, I don’t cover the code. What’s mine is hers–now and forever. The machine beeps, but she doesn’t move to grab the card. So I release her hand, leaning over until my lips touch her ear. “Pull it out, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders. 

Reaching to pull the card out, she silently smiles and thanks the cashier, before turning around and pushing both hands on my chest to pass me. I follow her out of the small gift shop into the street where she abruptly stops, whipping around and slamming the card onto my chest. I go to grab it when I notice her clenched jaw. 

“I know better than to talk back to you, Duke. But so help me god, if you do that again, I’ll piss in the store and make you clean it up,” she seethes, her face turning red.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s pissed off. 

I throw my head back in laughter, sliding the card back into my wallet. Sage stomps her foot on the ground, grabbing my hand. “It’s not fucking funny, Dontavius,” she grumbles but pulls me into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

My eyes take a bit to adjust to the dark store. By the time they do, my girl is releasing my hand and going to grab a Slytherin backpack, whizzing around the store to grab more collectibles. I lean against the talking mirror for around 10 minutes before she comes up to me, sliding a heavy bag on my arm. Looking down, I see she’s grabbed a Slytherin tote bag and filled it with merchandise. 

“You said I could buy whatever I want,” she shrugs, turning around to try on a Slytherin robe. She’s correct, and she’s got me by the balls.

She struggles to shrug on the robe, so I cross the small distance to help her, pulling it on around her. I step aside and she looks in the mirror. “You look like a bright young witch.” The automated voice compliments her, and she jumps, startled.

A chuckle erupts from my chest as I bring my hand to her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “Not a fucking Gryffindor,” I tease, smiling at her, and bring her into my side. 

y/n

Three Wizard's Brews and some wand shopping later, I’m moaning while eating butterbeer ice cream. We’re waiting in line at King’s Cross Station with our Hogwarts robes on. I was proudly wearing my Slytherin ones. Meanwhile, I had to force Duke to buy a Gryffindor one and wear it just for me.

I scoop some of the ice cream up, holding the spoon to Duke’s lips. “Want some?” I ask with a childish grin on my face.

He leans down to take the spoon in his mouth, refusing to break the intense eye contact with me. I pull the spoon out of his mouth, and he swallows the ice cream. “It tastes sweet, just like you,” he murmurs in my ear, caressing my cheek with his hand. 

Hoping it stuffs the urge to whine down my throat, I shove the last spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “Dontavius,” I finally let slip, shifting to lean on my left leg.

He forcefully grabs the back of my neck, and I look around at the other people standing in line, nervous that they’re going to see him dominating the shit out of me right now. Our bodyguards don’t seem to notice which is the least I can be grateful for.

“What did I say about whining, Y/N?” His voice is so deep that I swear I can feel the vibrations in my spine.

Standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to save myself some embarrassment, I whisper into his ear, “You said if I whine, you’ll bend me over and give me something to whine about.” I know Duke won’t let up on my neck until I say the words.

He quietly groans, and releases his hold on me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I’m proud of you. You’re learning. Don’t do that shit,” He speaks so sternly that I know it’s not a threat–it’s a promise.

Shit, Shit, Shit. I’m so intoxicated by him right now.  

His hand comes up to rest on the small of my back, ushering me forward in the line. I look down at the ice cream cup noticing it's crushed. Duke notices too, and takes the cup from my hands, tossing it perfectly into the trash can a couple feet away. He brings my finger up to his lips and slowly wraps his tongue around it, making me quietly moan. I never considered someone could have me weak in the knees, fully clothed at that. But here we are.

We make it to the front of the line and I lace my hand in Duke’s again, pulling him into the train. I go to Cabin F, where a group of teenagers sit inside, and walk in to see there’s only room for one of us to sit. Turning around, I hear the girls giggling behind me when Duke bends down to get through the door. 

I put my hands on his chest, lightly pushing him. “Turn around, there’s no more room.” 

Duke turns to slide the door to the cabin shut, shutting the guards out right behind the door. He sits down in the space before looking up at me with dark eyes. He sets the bag on the ground between his legs and pats his lap. “Looks like enough room to me, Y/N,” he declares, shrugging like it’s no big deal. He used my government name, which means ‘sit the fuck down.’ 

I turn to bunch up the robe in the back and grab my wand out of my pocket. As soon as I have it in my hands, Duke grabs my waist, pulling me forcefully down into his lap. He peppers kisses on my neck and it's definitely not helping with the intensity of haze in my brain.

duke

Y/N’s screams on the drop of the roller coaster put me on edge. 

“Again, Dukey!” I turn to her and see that she's currently having the best adrenaline rush of her life. 

She’s now five wizard brews in, and this is the third time we’ve been on The Incredible Hulk Coaster. She kicks and swings her legs, grinning at me, waiting for the ride to come to a stop. I look at my watch, seeing it’s well past 8:30. Earlier, she said that she wanted to watch the light show on Hogwarts Castle in Hogsmeade, so that means we should start heading over there now. 

“Baby, you don’t wanna go back to Hogsmeade and watch the light show?” I all but beg, hoping this will get her, and me, off of this bitch ass rollercoaster. 

My girlfriend continues squirming in her seat until the ride stops. “Ooo, Ooo. Yeah, let’s go back,” she exclaims as the attendant lets us out. 

I get out first, turn to her, and lift her out of the safety seat. I set her down on the platform and grab her hand. The security guards keep some distance between us as we walk in silence for a little while, swinging our arms in between us. She spent the day experiencing everything this park had to offer. She’s had an endless amount of food, which I’m proud of her for. I’ve never seen her eat this much, and that eases my anxiety to know that she has a strong appetite.

She suddenly starts dragging her feet, walking slower than before. “I don’t wanna leave. And I’m tired, Dukey.” Her voice is so quiet that I barely hear her.

I stop walking, turning to stand in front of her. “You want a piggyback ride?” 

She yawns, nodding. 

Turning around to squat, she climbs onto my back. Once she’s secured, I continue the walk across the park to Hogsmeade. Her body goes somewhat limp, her head resting on my shoulder, and I know she's about to knock out. So, I walk into one of the shops and begin grabbing the souvenirs I know she wants. 

When I get up to the counter, I shift and pull my wallet out of my front pocket. “Is she sleeping?” I ask the guard at the register, just to be sure. Y/N is so quiet and her breathing is so steady, so I assume she is, but I don’t turn back to look.

The cashier accepts the cash I give him, typing the amount into the register. “Yeah, she’s knocked out,” He chuckles, looking back and forth between her and me.

The cashier hands the guard a plastic bag with the receipt in it. “Sometimes she acts like the fucking energizer bunny in human form. But the energy eventually runs out,” I remark, tucking my wallet back into the front of my jeans. 

“I feel you,” he snickers in response before we turn around to walk back out onto the cobblestone. 

When I get in front of the castle with a good view, I tap my girl’s thigh. She stirs before burying her head further into my neck, groaning. 

“Wake up, baby. It’s time to watch the light show,” I say melodically, trying to coax her out of her sleep.

She jerks on my back, tugging on my robe, signaling that she wants to be let down. “Thank you, Dukey,” she murmurs while sliding down my back. 

Y/N comes around to stand in front of me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. Then, she turns back around and leans back with her head on my chest, turning her attention to the show. Her eyes are wide as she watches the lights dance on the castle, amazed. She's watching the lights, but my eyes are completely on her, drinking in her beauty. 

When it's over, she turns back around and stands on her tiptoes to lace her hands behind my neck. "Dontavius Tony Dennis. Thank you for the perfect day." She kisses me sweet and deep, and I can taste the butterbeer on her tongue.

Anything for you, Y/N. Anything.

[emakataken]

Part Two

Pairing: Sal/Buck/Tommy

Part 1

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Sal stepped out of the locker room and almost ran straight into Tommy.

The hallway was dim, lights low, most of the station already turned in for the night. Tommy leaned against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped flat against the tile. He didn’t say anything at first.

Just looked at him, Sal held his stare. Tommy’s eyes flicked past him, toward the locker room door, then back.

So we’re really doing this?

He didn’t speak the words. He didn’t have to. At Sal’s nod, Tommy exhaled through his nose, tension rippled across his shoulders, but then he gave a single, sharp nod in return.

Alright.

No fist bump. No back clap. No promise spoken out loud. Just two firefighters, choosing a kid neither of them had expected to matter.

Sal started to walk past him, but Tommy’s voice stopped him. “I wrote up the report earlier, Dennis attached the audio file. Sent it in.”

Sal paused, lip curling upward as pride surged through him.

“What Gerrard said about Hen was disgraceful,” Tommy added, voice steady. “And I filed a second one. About the hazing. It’s time someone did.”

Sal nodded. “I’m gonna make a smoothie. Want one?”

"Yeah, give me ten, gotta shower and hey make one for the kid." Tommy waited a second longer, then pushed off the wall and stepped inside.

Buck was still there, rooted by the bench, shoulders tight.

Tommy didn’t say anything. Just reached out and tapped his fingers once against the back of Buck’s arm as he passed, light as a nudge. He kept walking, letting trust be laid down one action at a time.

Tommy stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, steam curling around him in the hazy light. He froze for just a second, eyes landing on Buck’s back.

The kid stood across the room, toweling off, turned slightly toward his locker.

The scars caught the fluorescent light.

Shrapnel, unmistakable. Twisting up from his right hip, curling across his ribs, branching out over his stomach and back in angry pink and white. Beneath it all, ghosted into his back, were the faded remains of belt marks.

Buck, unaware, tugged his compression shirt down over his torso in one clean motion, dragging it into place. He ran a hand through his damp hair and grabbed for his pants.

Tommy waited, stepping back into the shower stalls. He gave it a solid minute, just standing there with his jaw tight, before moving again. He stepped into view, “Yo, Probie,” he called, voice light. “Sal’s making smoothies. You’re not gonna want to miss out.”

Buck glanced over, blinking like he’d forgotten anyone else was there. Then nodded, fast, like always, big grin splitting across his face. “Yeah, okay, cool.”

The kitchen was dim, only one light on above the stove.

Sal moved with lazy efficiency that came from years of half-asleep cooking. The blender whirring low as he added protein powder, banana, oats, a splash of almond milk. Tommy leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a glass of water in hand.

Buck sat at the table, wearing a t-shirt that might have once been black but had faded to soft charcoal. His skin was pink from the heat of the water, and there was a drowsy kind of softness to him now, looser, the exhaustion finally dragging him down to earth.

His eyes tracked Sal and Tommy's conversation like a dog waiting for scraps, hopeful, too alert for someone who hadn’t slept more than a handful of hours in the past two days.

“So you’re telling me,” Buck said, half-laughing, a hand loosely curled around his smoothie glass, “you set fire to your toaster trying to make a grilled cheese?”

Tommy didn’t look up from peeling a banana. “I was twenty-one and I tripped the breaker. Sal lost his mind. Thought I gonna burn down the entire base apartment.”

“I did not lose my mind,” Sal muttered, back to the counter as he poured. “I calmly responded to the smell of melting plastic and an electrical outlet making popping sounds.”

Tommy gestured toward Buck without turning. “Don’t let him near a grill, either. He’s got a vendetta against propane.”

“I’ve never set fire to anything,” Buck said, grinning, fingers tapping absently against the table. “I’m becoming a pretty decent cook, gotta love YouTube. There’s this little old lady, real sweet, wears these giant glasses, anyways she taught me how to make a whole roast chicken."

Sal set a peanut butter sandwich in front of him, shaking his head. “God help us all. Drink, eat, Probie.”

Buck obeyed, taking a long pull. He hummed approvingly. “This is actually really good.”

Sal leaned back against the counter, towel still slung over one shoulder. “Also, Gerrard asked me to get your emergency contact info. You know, who to call if you’re unconscious.”

Buck faltered mid-sip. “Oh.” His brow furrowed, a wrinkle forming between his eyes. “I guess, umm.” He shrugged, shoulders curling inward. “Do I have to have one?”

Tommy’s eyebrow slowly lifted.

Sal didn’t move. “You live in a house with six dudes. Some you don't even know their names. I’m not calling one of them.”

Buck scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not a big deal. I just… I don’t really have anyone. Not for that. I got a sister, Maddie, but I haven’t seen her since Danny’s funeral…” He wrinkled his nose, "and I was like ten. And I think she lives on the other side of the country.”

Tommy pushed off the counter. “That all you got?”

Buck gave him a lopsided shrug. “I usually write down my own number.”

Sal blinked. “That’s not how that works, kid.”

“I know,” Buck said, soft. “But it makes it look like I filled it out.”

There was a silence that followed, not uncomfortable, not angry. Just quiet. Like the kind you only get at midnight, with the fridge humming and the world outside finally quiet.

Then Sal reached into the junk drawer, pulled out a pen and an old sticky note, and slid it across the table. “My number, you can list me.”

Tommy added. “Mine, too.” He plucked the pen from Sal and added his own number to the yellow note.

Buck blinked. Looked between them.

Sal raised an eyebrow, thumb bouncing lazily between himself and Tommy. “Alright kid, pick your emergency daddy.”

That earned a real laugh, startled and shaky. “Jesus Christ.”

“Language,” Sal said, smirking over the rim of his glass.

Tommy shot him a look, one brow lifted at the boldness. Then his eyes slid to Buck dazed, blinking like the joke hadn’t quite landed, or maybe had landed a little too hard.”

His gaze went to Sal who gave him a grin. Tommy rolled his eyes, voice dropping with warning, “Sal.”

Buck blinked, still catching up, “Wait, do I get a third option? Like… emergency cousin or something?”

Sal snorted. “It’s us or one of the six guys whose names you don’t know. Your call, Probie.”

Tommy reached for the peanut butter dipping a disposable knife into the container. “Just list us both. Let the nurse figure it out.”

Buck grinned, the curve of it soft and a little too honest. “That’s the most family drama I’ve had since I ended up in foster care."

Sal’s smirk faded, not completely, but enough for the warmth in his eyes to sharpen with understanding.

Tommy stilled, his hand halfway to the bread.

Buck blinked, like maybe he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. “Sorry, that was dark,” he murmured as he ducked his head.

“Nah,” Sal said, voice low but even. “It was honest.”

Tommy picked up Buck’s empty plate. “Hit the rack, kid. I’ll clean up."

Part 3

[zenless-zideblog-zero]

Imagine, If you would, you're going about your day, maybe getting some Ramen for lunch while at work, and this massive semi truck just lazily rolls by, blaring monotonous advertisements for this random video rental place down on Sixth street. You think "What kinda money are they making to have a goddamn SEMI advertising for them.

The next day you head over. There's the pink-haired lady from that Vision Construction case. She promoting the store. You can't help but go in and rent something.

A blue-haired girl convinces you to join in on a membership and gets you the EXACT movie you wanted to see. You leave bewildered and whimsical.

It's a week later. You're returning the tape. The president of Belobog industries is now promoting the store (Is their financial issue really that bad?) You enter the store. You return the tape. The OTHER manager, a young man with gray/silver hair is talking to the LUCIANA, the MISSING DAUGHTER of the MONTEFIO FAMILY.

He convinces you to get the premium membership. You give your dennies to the Bangboo working the counter and leave.

Your mom is sick and wants to watch her wedding video, perhaps for the last time. It's in her apartment, somewhere in a hollow. You put out a commission on the inter-knot for help with retrieval.

You see the most Gorgeous maid you could possibly imagine, and she fucking floating beside two tiny Bangboo, along with two PubSec Officers, one being a thiren, and the other is Zhu Yuan who you only recognize because of all the promotional material for PubSec involving her!

Then the Investigator Comes.

It's a Bangboo from that fucking movie place.

You don't even like movies all that much you'd rather read a book!

[sturniolooluvv]

SURPRISE PARTY TOUR 2025 SURPRISE THEORIES.

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here are my theories for surprises that we could see for the 2025 sturniolo triplets tour! if you have theories and want me to add them here, my inbox and dms are open <3

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CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

possible tattoo I this was my first thought when chris mentioned surprises. ( idea from @chrattho1 ) (UPDATE 3/30, HE GOT A TATTOO.)

clown I !anonymous theory! chris will be in a clown costume, juggling and nick and matt won’t know where he is. “come on chris!” they’ll say.

hair I !anonymous theory! chris will either get a buzz or sue his hair. (i hope not.)

pepsi I will get some sort of pepsi artifact. a sweatshirt, shoes, hat.

travel I mentioned that he was gone for a week in the “FILLING CHRIS’S ROOM WITH 1000 BALLON” video. (UPDATE 4/23, HE WENT ON VACATION WITH NATE)

FASHION SHOW I triplets will do a fashion show. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN?

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MATTHEW STURNIOLO

new tattoo I i feel like this one is obvious, he hasn’t gotten a new one in a while!

PERSONAL PROJECT I matt HAS to do this ?? i mean come on he’s been teasing it for like ever

jelly cats I i feel he’ll like buy a BILLION jelly cats and surprise us and his brothers.

FASHION SHOW I triplets will do a fashion show. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN?

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NICOLAS STURNIOLO

drivers license I like… obviously?

friends I maybe madi, madison, anybody will join them!?

FASHION SHOW I triplets will do a fashion show. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN?

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ACTUAL SURPRISES!!

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CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

SAN ANTONIO - ghost hunting I went to the emily morgan hotel with nick

HOUSTON - TATTOO I got nick and matt’s name tattooed on his ankles!!

ORLANDO - eating challenge I 24hrs or 24 pancakes at dennys with matt

PHILADELPHIA - room makeover I redid nick and matt’s room with unicorns and pink!

NASHVILLE.- spiders I faced his fear of spiders

MONTANA - vacation I went on a little “romantic” date, stayed at a hotel, and got dinner with nate.

LAS VEGAS - hawaii fail I went to hawaii with matt, went on a zip line, helicopter, got pot belly sandwiches!

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MATTHEW STURNIOLO

ORLANDO - eating challenge I 24hrs or 24 pancakes at dennys with chris

BOSTON - uber I pretended to be nicks uber driver

CHICAGO - diss track I made a diss track about chris w/ nick

MISSOURI - hot air balloon I faced his fear of heights and went 2000 feet into the air in a hot air balloon

LAS VEGAS - hawaii fail I went to hawaii with chris, went on a zip line, helicopter, got pot belly sandwiches!

LOS ANGELES - plane I flew a plane!!!

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NICOLAS STURNIOLO

SAN ANTONIO - ghost hunting I went to the emily morgan hotel with chris

NORTH CAROLINA - mystery date I went on a date with tara yummy

NEW YORK - drag I had sugar and spice give him FULL DRAG.

TORONTO - girl scout cookies I sold girl scout cookies with a girl

named zoey!

CHICAGO - diss track I made a diss track about chris w/ matt

DENVER - gymnastics I became a gymnast

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[witchthewriter]

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

⤷ gender neutral, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I kinda personified this group of dragons more than I have with the others...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑

・You're actually apart of the royal family, your siblings already having bonded with either eggs from their crib or great beasts already living

・It felt embarrassing being the only one without a mount. It was true that not everyone in your family were dragonriders, but you didn't want to be anything but a dragonrider.

・You had heard stories of untrained dragons and with great bravery or stupidity, you went to find one

・Sheep Stealer and Grey Ghost have always stayed out of each other's ways. Not knowing what kind of dragon the other is (especially when the other wild dragon was a CANNIBAL)

・So neither Sheepstealer nor Grey Ghost stay in the Dragonpit

・With you, Sheepstealer is a lot more soft. It took time to build up that trust and reliance on one another.

・But once he realised that you weren't going to hurt or leave him, then the bond became one of the deepest ever seen

・When you're dreaming, it's as if you're in Sheep's head. Not controlling him, but seeing things from his eyes.

・And you can feel each other's emotions (like all dragon riders and their dragons) but it feels a lot deeper

・His favourite song would absolutely Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey. It would actually make him cry.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

・Doesn't like to share food (not that you'd eat his food? Never once have you tried to either. But every time he's eating, he you're near - he frowns and grunts)

・He was just used to being independent and fighting for his food.

・It took a long time for him to warm up to you. Not liking human interactions

・Knows many, many good secret hide outs... you love hiding in them with him. You aren't a people person either

・Once bit a handler... on the butt. It sounds comedic, but there was blood everywhere and holes in the man's buttcheek.

・Your father had to spend a lot of money for the man to be healed.

・(Grey Ghost wasn't chastised, your father too thought it hilarious)

・No one is allowed near Ghost except for you, I'm talking even existing near him.

・He likes his personal space

・Ghost actually got a bit of colour once you spent more time flying. He turned a beautiful silver instead of a dull grey and had a bit of a glimmer to his scales

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐗

・A pyromaniac; likes to hear the command 'Dracarys' (it's the fastest one he responds to)

・Likes hitting you with his tail and when you turn around to look at him, he's obviously looking somewhere else - but his lil dragon laugh gives him away

・But you got used to it and remember to duck everytime your back is towards him

・Is very competitive, especially against Arrax, who is the closest in age to him

・Crushing on Morning; likes her pretty pink scales. You know this because he rolls in anything pink (especially pink flowers)

・Would love country music unironically.

・Gives Dennis the Menace vibes but he is acutely aware of the trouble he causes. Loves chaos.

・Likes to gently bite your shoulder when your attention isn't on him

・IS afraid of cats. Pretends he's not but once when he was a baby dragon, your pet kitten swiped at him and from then on he was terrified...

・Vermax loves being called a "beautiful boy," "handsome man," etc but DO NOT DO IT IN FRONT OF ANYONE, HE WILL GET EMBARRASSED.

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐗

・Bit shy for a dragon, still courageous and honorable. But prefers to be away from ... everyone

・Does like Tyraxes though; they seem to have similar souls. Some say they could've come from the same clutch of eggs

・Definitely a Libra or Pisces.

・For a long time he was scared of getting into trouble. But you've been working on it ... constantly reminding him he's a goddamn dragon.

・When Arrax is happy, he makes a trilling noise and the red scales/flaps on his neck and head shimmy

・Vermax has made fun of him for it but Moondancer growled at Vermax (therefore he never made fun of him ever again)

・LoVES LAYING HIS HEAD IN YOUR LAP. A very affectionate dragon, loves pets, being brushed down, having his wings gently touched.

・It's safe to say his love language is physical touch

・It took some time for him to be a confident flyer. But once he took off, he never looked back.

𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒

・A good boi, a very good boi. Does as he's told because his trust in you is unwavering

・When you look into his eyes, they almost seem ... human. They're a beautiful blue/green colour and seem to stare into your very soul

・You realised that at a young age, and swore to treat him exactly how you'd like to be treated

・Has youngest sibling energy (but the kind where the parents have a bunch of older children and for some reason have a baby in their 50s by accident)

・So technically youngest but basically grew up as an only child vibes

・...Loves baths. Like proper baths. You would bathe him as a little dragon. A tradition you and your mother started (because you, yourself hated bathing. So poor Tyraxes was subjected to it as well)

・Now that he's grown ... well ... the blacksmith had heavy pockets and no extra time on his hands for quite a while

・When the bath tub arrived just on the outskirts of the dragonpit, Tyraxes' tail wouldn't stop thumping. He knew exactly what it was for

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

・Aquarius asf

・Always pliant when it comes to be saddled up. Very good girl, you trained her yourself (or you were there for the majority of it)

・From a young age you found yourself talking to her as if she could understand you perfectly well. And now you still do it;

・She gives huffs and chuffs in response, smoke coming out of her nose when she heavily disagrees with something

・Knows about Vermax's crush on her but expects a lot of romantic gestures.

・She's also an Aquarius so they're pretty difficult to shack up with; their independence is highly important to them.

・Like a dog with bad experiences with men, Morning can sense when a person is trustworthy or not

・If they aren't ... SCORCHED. If they are ... UNSCORCHED.

・Literally takes it upon herself to administer justice

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

・Quite calm in stressful situations

・Definitely more than you - not trying to be shady to you but Moondancer seems to know exactly what to do in like ... every situation?

・Nuzzles you with her nose

・Does adore when you clean her horns, I mean they're PEARLESCENT! (or chrome, however you want to see it)

・Absolutely adores music and will fly you to towns that are having festivals. (She's learned from experience that she can only fly over the top of the crowd and sit from afar...there have been some messy incidents in the past)

・Seems calm but is VERY overprotective of you. Will let you handle arguments until she can feel your heart racing and then she jumps in

・Likes adventure but not dangerous adventure. More so like finding pretty fields or lovely waterfalls.