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gallaghersgal · 2 years

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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧' || 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Summary: Joel never lets you take a shift on watch. You're determined to stay up with him

Notes: spoiler free !! very fluffy <33 i love joel sm raahhhh

Wordcount: 950

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You were fighting sleep as you played some unnamed card game against Joel. The official title had long slipped his mind, as had a few of the rules, but you made do with what you knew. You examined your hand, eyes beginning to fall closed as you squinted in the dim light. But you wouldn’t let yourself sleep. Not yet.

You wanted to stay up with Joel as long as possible, you knew once you were out he wouldn’t wake you for your shift on watch. In the morning he’d bury his ever-present tiredness with a cup of coffee and shrug you off, saying he’d wake you up next time. He would butter you up, telling you that you were too pretty to wake. In reality, you knew he felt responsible for protecting you and Ellie. You didn’t know how he did it.

You played your cards, drawing a new hand and looking over at Joel. He cocked his head a bit, analyzing your choices. He looked back at you, noticing how your shoulders are slumped and your eyelids were drooping. He reached out, taking your cards from your hand and combining them with his own.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “I was gonna win this time.”

Joel chuckled, “sure you were.” He collected the rest of the cards and shuffled them quickly before tying a small piece of string back around them. Now that your brain wasn’t focused on the game you begin to realize just how tired you are. Your body aches for sleep, and your muscles feel weak and worn out. Joel noticed, easily. He always saw right through you. “Sweetheart, go get some sleep,” he told you, nodding over to where Ellie was curled in her sleeping bag.

You shook your head and moved over to sit beside him. You can't feel the tree's rough bark through Joel’s jacket wrapped around you. You had been shivering earlier, and he slipped it off to give to you. You knew he had to be cold. His skin is chilled as you take his arm, leaning into his shoulder. “Not gonna let you stay up all night alone,” you told him.

“You need to sleep. I’ll wake you up for watch in a couple of hours,” Joel said. You knew he was lying.

You shake your head again, his protests lapsing into silence.

These woods were peaceful. You listened to the sound of the gentle wind and the bullfrogs croaking in a nearby pond. The air out here smelled fresh, not like the stench of the QZ. The air there smelled like death, like sewage and smoke and grief. It was constantly choking your lungs, suffocating you. The air here was different, fresh. You loved to breathe it in deep, smelling the earth that surrounded you.

“You know,” you started, leaning closer to Joel. “When I was little I loved to go out camping with my folks.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “We would go up into the mountains, there was this little cabin on my Grandfather’s land.”

“Now that ain’t campin’ if you’re staying in a house,” Joel protested.

You brushed it off. “We would go on hikes, swim in the river, run around barefoot in the grass. Summer was always my favorite time of year, ‘cause spend the whole season there. My parents were teachers. We didn’t have much, but we had our time together.”

“That’s nice,” Joel said.

“The best part though was when the sun would go down.” You smiled, your eyes slipping closed as you remembered. The memory was hazy, you were very young when the virus broke out, but you could still remember those warm summer nights. “Me and my sister would wait for it to get dark, eating smores and catching fireflies. And then when it was dark we would walk up to the clearing at the top of the mountain, and we would lay out on the grass looking at the stars. We were so high up, it was like we could see the whole night sky.”

It was quiet after that. Your eyes were closed and you were tuned in on Joel’s breathing. You wondered for a brief moment if he had fallen asleep himself, but then you felt his head tilt up. You knew he was looking at the stars, or at least what he could see of them through the trees.

“Me an’ my little brother used to do the same thing,” he said. Then, quiet again.

You opened your own eyes, peering up through the canopy to catch a glimpse of Orion. You smiled softly, using your knowledge of the night sky to try and locate any other constellations you could find.

“That kid was obsessed with the night sky. He had a book of all the constellations and we would take it out into the backyard and point ‘em out. Orion was his favorite. For me, it was the big dipper. Classic…” His voice was smooth on your ears, and you felt the familiar tired ache beginning to overtake you. “There was a space station in Houston. Sometimes our dad would take us down there to see the rocket launch…”

You woke up with a start, feeling like you were falling. You felt Joel’s strong arms around your shoulders, lowering you gently. Your back touched the cold ground and your head came to rest in his lap.

“Joel-” you protested, fighting to wake yourself up. You propped yourself up on your elbows and tried to blink the sleep from your eyes.

“Shh, go back to sleep.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, pressing gently on your shoulders until you laid back down.

“Let me take watch tomorrow. Please.”

Joel chuckled, “alright. I will.”

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic #joel tlou #❀ written by maggie [fics]#joel miller fluff

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delopsia · 8 months

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Hi, I misread an ask and thought we were discussing omega! Rhett and Reader with Alpha Bob, and now I've had to do the copy-paste of shame 🧍‍♂️ This is just a cute little long-winded ramble about Rhett hailing from a long line of alphas and coming into his own after meeting Reader and Bobby 💐 This can turn into a one-shot if anyone asks me for it.

Not a soul could have expected that the infamous youngest son of Royal Abbott, beefy cowboy, and reckless bull rider, was an omega. Hell, Rhett hadn't even expected it.

Even in his toddler and early childhood stages, he fell into every tell-tale sign and stereotype that an alpha child would. A little too possessive of his toys, flashing his teeth on the playground, would prickle at the presence of alphas. He was damn near identical to Perry.

Royal was convinced that their youngest would turn out to be an alpha. Hell, he'd been bragging about his unbroken family lineage since before Rhett was even born. He knew every one of his children would be alphas. And it would only make sense, hailing from a long line of them; in fact, the Abbott family hadn't seen a beta or omega born since the late 1800s. Questioning it, in the family's eyes, was pointless. Why would the tradition break now?

And then Rhett hit those years, the awkwardness of becoming a teenager topped off by the sudden maturing of scent glands. Little patches of skin learning to produce thin oils; some kids struggle with overproduction, and some need specialized creams because their glands are drying out. As if dealing with acne and hormones wasn't enough for them to deal with.

Cecelia's suspicions came when Rhett's scent change didn't match Perry's. Where Perry had experienced a sudden shift, overproducing so much scent that Royal could literally lift his nose to the wind and know where his eldest was from a mile away, Rhett was a quiet change.

Over the course of six months, he lost that 'new' scent he was born with and acquired something that can only be described as smores at a campfire. Smokey and warm, with a slight sweetness, so well hidden that the only way to catch a whiff of it is to have your nose right next to the scent glands on his neck. And while sweetness isn't a scent reserved exclusively for omegas, it was an anomaly on both sides of the family.

So when seventeen-year-old Rhett came home from school early one day, complaining about his face being hot and an uncomfortable churn in his belly, Cecelia couldn't say she was surprised.

Perry, quite frankly, did not give a damn when he found out, it was none of his business, and even if it did bug him, he was too focused on the birth of his daughter to spare it much thought. But Royal was a firestorm of his own. He couldn't understand it. How could this possibly happen? And no matter how much he yelled and screamed, this wasn't a matter that could simply be remedied by words.

It was only during this argument that it became painfully clear that Rhett didn't function like the stereotype depicted. Even with Royal's barking and challenging, Rhett didn't fold like he was meant to. Being an omega didn't change his rougher nature, going toe to toe with his father, a mountain in the wind, refusing to be moved.

It frustrates Royal to no end; he breaks tradition in every way possible. An omega hailing from generations of alphas who refuses to act the way an omega traditionally should. Doesn't loosen his shoulders and slightly lower his head, when an alpha enters the room, no matter how hard Royal tries to pull it out of him.

Even stranger. Rhett fully commits to the alpha-dominated sport of bull riding. Is so disguised in his nature that not even his many, many hookups realize he isn't an alpha. It's an oddity that perplexes even Rhett himself.

A part of him is always tempted to skip his medications and experience a full-blown heat in the safety of a cozy hotel. He knows a handful of gentle-handed alphas who would be more than willing to take care of him, has toys and everything he could possibly need, but it just doesn't...do anything for him. He's tried it before, but even with the fever and hint of delirium, it quit being fun after an hour, and calling someone just filled his belly with dread. Watching TV, snuggled in the sheets, was all he truly did.

His friend Archie, an older guy who has been around the sun a few more times than Rhett has, suggests that it's simply because Rhett hasn't found the right people. And maybe he's got a point because one summer, everything changes.

You're similar to Rhett in the whole 'omega not acting like an omega' situation. It's never been something you've gone out of your way to adhere to; other than being rudely reminded of your heats when you forget to take your medication a few days in a row, you pass as all three.

Taking bits and pieces from each to create the unique design of your personality, unable to fall into the trap of being a carbon copy of everyone else in your gender. In the event you truly need to, you can get away with convincing others that you're a beta or an alpha. It's a nifty trick that not everyone can pull off. Where your friend has to bathe in special pheromones to trick those around her, you can simply open your mouth and make a claim.

Unlike Rhett, Bob comes from a patchwork of secondary genders. Alphas, betas, omegas, there's no true pattern to his family, and rarely does anyone display the behaviors associated with their status. His momma is an omega who is often mistaken for an alpha; his younger sisters are betas, but one acts like the spitting stereotype of an omega. It's such an afterthought in the Floyd family that Bob didn't even really notice he was an alpha until someone made a comment about it.

The spectrum of dominance is a much larger issue with alphas than it is with omegas. It's one thing for an omega to break their traditional roles, but the whole 'alpha' thing is a mess of its own. Some wise guy decided that being an alpha wasn't enough and started up a trend of "true" and "false" alphas, depending on how well you adhered to the stereotype. Bob, one way or another, has found himself labeled a false alpha; his presence simply doesn't command the submission of everyone else in the room. Frankly, he doesn't give a damn. So what if he's frequently mistaken for a beta?

So when he's dragged to a concert in the middle of nowhere Wyoming, and this rough and tough cowboy lowers his head at him, Bob doesn't know what the hell to think. And there's you, right behind the unnamed cowboy, downright confused about why you just submitted yourself to a complete stranger when you exclusively reserve that motion for your loved ones.

To you, a quiet alpha like Bob isn't all that out of the ordinary.

To Rhett, it's a breath of fresh air.

It takes some time to get out into the quiet of the parking lot, but one way or another, the three of you are perched in the back of Rhett's truck. Playfully bickering, bewildered about how Bob took one look at you and knew you were lying about being a beta. He'd identified you and Rhett so easily as if he were being asked as simple as what color shirt you were wearing. A feat that had made your skin crawl in the past, now an odd sense of comfort, like he was seeing you for you and not anything else.

Rhett's having the strangest experience of his life. All he can think about is rubbing his head against the glands on Bob's neck, like a damn cat dying to drown in the woodsiness of his scent. That's never happened before, and he explains it as such. He's rarely ever felt the instincts of an omega, forget learning to calm them. He only explains it because of a whine he didn't know he made. Doesn't expect Bob to tilt his head and invite him over.

But he doesn't know what to do. The instinct is strong, but it's not all the way there. Until you squirm over and nuzzle up on the other side of Bob, running the glands at your temples against the ones on Bob's neck. Here you two are. Strangers. Rubbing up on another stranger. Rhett's not sure what to do about the twinging in his chest as he nuzzles into Bobby's neck. Bob is just happy to be a comfort, kind in a manner that you haven't seen in a long time.

All things considered, it should be a one-night thing. An odd memory that you look back on and wonder what the hell you were thinking. But you're all in the same hotel, and it's so hard to stay away from each other.

Staying out late at a diner, falling asleep in Rhett's hotel room to the tune of the television. You come back from sightseeing with friends and run into Rhett in the hall. He sees you nuzzling your friends and has all sorts of questions about how that works. You're more than content to show him.

Bob returns from lunch and becomes a willing test dummy to all of Rhett's confused instincts. Where Rhett would usually lash out at someone asserting dominance over him, when Bobby tries, he bends and shows his neck.

When Rhett gets home, he starts acting funny. Before the trip, he never paid his phone much attention. Now he's buying a new one that won't overheat or freeze over a text message. He's found himself muffling whines over phone calls and jumping every time his phone dares make a noise 'cause it could be you or Robby. Over the course of a few days, he's gone from lone wolf to pack-oriented, physically hurting for the presence of people he's just met.

Rhett has never been great at catching scents, but when you and Bob appear at his rodeo, he smells you before he sees you. Has to be stopped from scaling the fence to join you two up in the stands. Nobody knew Rhett was an omega until after he'd ventured up and snuggled into the juncture of Bob's neck, nuzzling your temple, so completely and utterly content that he chirps for the first time in his life.

And so maybe the three of you are something more than friends now. Nobody needs to know that you and Rhett are boarding a plane to spend the week at Bob's apartment. It's no one's business that they spend weekends at your place and that Rhett sometimes appears for a night because he missed you.

You've been dating for two years when the decision is made to move in together. And you only spend a few months under the same roof when you come home on your lunch break to Rhett, red-faced and confused, lying in the bath. He's home from work early; didn't make mention of it to either of you.

"What's wrong?" You murmur, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead, stroking away the bits of hair that cling to his flushed skin. Clammy is the only way you can describe it.

"I'm..." his eyebrows furrow, doesn't seem to understand a lick of what is coming out of his mouth, "leaking?"

His heat started. The info script on his medicine confirmed breakthrough heats were possible, but the aggressiveness of it perplexed you to no end. You've experienced mild breakthroughs, but it's never left you weak in the knees and burning like a furnace. Getting him to cum isn't enough to relieve the ache in his belly; you can't imagine how confusing it must be, to go from zero to one hundred like this.

But there's a burning problem: Bob is deployed. On an aircraft carrier thousands of miles away.

You're trying your best, but you're in over your head. Rhett's going theory is that it's related to the uptick in instinct as of recent; getting into tune with his own body has triggered something that's been building up for years. Avalanching at the worst possible time.

It's not ending. Your strap-on has been enough to satisfy him in the past, but his heat cannot be fooled by prettily colored silicone. He snuggles on your chest and fucks you until you're too sensitive to go another around; he's cum three times, and he's still pawing himself through another orgasm.

His fever should come down after two days, but even using artificial pheromones isn't enough. They're not as subtle as Bob's scent, too intense to trick his overwhelmed brain into a false sense of comfort. Burying his nose into Bob's old shirts is the only thing that works, but he's producing so much of his own pheromones that it's lost in a matter of hours.

Bobby doesn't know something is wrong until Rhett whines pitifully at the sound of his voice. He mistakes it for Rhett, missing him, but it just keeps happening. You have to step out of the room to explain what's going on because Rhett genuinely cannot handle being able to hear Bobby and not feel him.

The worst part of it all is having a specialized doctor come out to verify that Rhett's condition is bad enough to warrant the Navy letting Bob come home. Not because it feels like an intrusion on your privacy, but because of how Rhett just doesn't know how to act about someone intruding in his private space. Doesn't understand these feelings or how to even begin to control them; he didn't get the chance to work through these when he was younger.

Heats rarely fit the criteria, but Rhett's fever exceeds it alone. He's burning up from the inside out; she gives him a shot of something to help take it down, but it's only temporary. He's lucid enough to manage the night. Wakes you up while he's rustling around the kitchen, biting on a slice of plain bread while he cooks a mini pizza.

His fever goes back up before morning.

Bob doesn't make it home until sunset.

It's strange. You expected Rhett to jump him before he was through the front door, but he doesn't budge from his spot. Quietly nestled on the bed, staring at the wall, in his own little world, unreactive until Bob's hand combs through his hair. And then he does to Bob what he did to you; he turns into a glue trap. There's no escaping his kisses and nuzzles and nips.

You're too damn exhausted to join the first time. Laying next to them, half awake, watching as Bobby gently works Rhett open, fucking him into the mattress, blindly holding your hand all the while. You'd expect it to be frenzied. Rhett's got this whole house reeking of his scent, and he's putting up a hell of a show, but Bob's slow with him. Thoroughly wearing Rhett out, shushing his mindless babbles. It's never mentioned, but you've got the feeling it's because Rhett's never been knotted before.

And when it does finally happen, you learn that Rhett's feet twitch when he's knotted. An adorable little spasm that you had heard about but never considered it to be real until now. It must tickle because he's giggling before his orgasm is over, straining to peer down at what's going on.

Evidently, that was all he needed, because the intensity drops overnight. Come morning, Bob wakes to the quiet shuffle of Rhett in the closet, suddenly overcome with the urge to build a nest but completely and utterly confused about it. He's got a pile of clothes and knows he's supposed to do something with them, but it's just not happening.

You wake up surrounded by clothes, blankets, and other soft oddities that Rhett's found himself drawn to. It's a crudely built nest, crafter only by instinct, with no memory or advice from others to guide himself with, but he's so smiling and accepting everything Bobby offers him. Your nests are primarily built out of things you've bought for the occasion, featuring your favorite colors and textures, but the warmth of this one is unrivaled.

Even after, Rhett doesn't necessarily act like an omega. He's still every bit of the rough-and-tumble cowboy from the first day you met, but he's in tune with himself now. He'll go from a bar fight to nuzzling up under Bob's chin and squeezing you to him, all in the same five-minute span.

Officially going off of his medications has finally let his body do its thing, regular heats that fall into sync with yours and little bits of fat collecting on his ass and thighs, squishy and solid in all the right places. He learns to handle himself and never truly conforms to your aesthetically pleasing nests, forever building a warm, messy patchwork of you and Bobby.

Purring is a function lost to the test of time in most, a function gone obsolete, but your contented rumbles teach him to make the noise, too. Most omegas are groomed out of making all their more primal, animalistic noises, but he chirps and makes all sorts of funny noises that you didn't know were related to your nature.

Bobby is forever the pillar that allows for all of your and Rhett's shenanigans, letting the pair of you love up on him or torment him to your heart's content. He's the sleeping giant that lets kids play on him, only raising issue when he's got genuine reason to.

And even now, with the normalization of these funny little behaviors and Rhett becoming fully aware of his own body, the fun of it all never dies down. Maybe it's because of the long-established dynamic or the nontraditional conformation of who you are as individuals.

Or maybe it's got something to do with the newly healed marks on your necks...

#rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #omegaverse

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rogueddie · 2 years

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for the prompt thing: 7 and 19!

7 ; Blood smears + 19 ; “Did you want to hear a scary story?”

Finally, they'd gotten the kids to go to sleep. Most are piled into one tent, only meant for four, but they all wanted to squeeze in together. Only Max and El, sensibly, picked out a two person tent to share.

Steve sighs, stretching his arms as he sits in front of the campfire, trying to ignore the way Eddie snickers at him.

"Now can we tell campfire stories?" Robin pleads.

"Ooo," Eddie shifts, almost excited. "Scary story?"

"No," Nancy quickly replies before Robin can. "That's a terrible idea."

Instead, they make small talk for a while. Eat some more smores. Stargaze. It's nice, comforting and oddly familiar even though Steve has never been camping like this before. He's glad though, knows that it would never be as fun as it is now- even with all the kids to wrangle up.

"I'm going to bed," Nancy eventually yawns. They'd been up only an hour longer than the kids. "Rob, you coming?"

And of course she is. It's become a common trend; wherever Nancy goes, Robin isn't far behind. Steve has to hide his face behind his hand, trying not to smirk too obviously.

It's quiet for a moment, only him and Eddie left. But, of course, Eddie shuffles over. He has an air of mischief about him.

"Did you want to hear a scary story?"

Steve tries to give him his best unimpressed look. "You got a good one?"

"I have a great one. A little rumor about these woods, actually."

They stare at each other for a moment, both waiting for the other to back down. It's Steve that finally cracks; "fine, sure, whatever. Tell me the story, then."

"Well... you know how everyone is always so strict about where we're allowed to go? The constant reminders not to stray from the path, stay within these allocated areas... legend has it, there's something in the woods. Something that likes to stick to its territory and, should anyone stray too close... they don't come back."

Steve raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "That's it? Some animal in the woods that kills people?"

"No, no- because it's not an animal. It's too smart. It knows how to hunt, knows how to lure you in. It can mimic. Noises in the night that call for help, noises in the night that sound like your friends. The only way you can tell if it's the creature? Before it calls out, it will stalk it's prey, leaving blood smears around you. Like it's marking you."

The fire crackles in the silence.

But then they both break out into laughter.

"That's such bullshit!" Steve hisses, trying not to wake the kids with how loud they've gotten. "Marking you, jesus."

"That's the legend though!" Eddie insists, grinning. He wiggles his fingers, widening his eyes. "Spoooooky!"

"Terrifying," Steve deadpans.

They stay at the campfire for another half an hour, joking around with other stupid stories they've heard. Slowly inching closer on the log until they're bumping knees.

They both turn when they hear what sounds like a dog, whining, from somewhere behind them.

"Who the hell walks their dog out here?" Eddie asks quietly. He shifts, nervous.

Steve hums, uncertainly, standing to creep to the edge of camp, squinting into the darkness. "It's... too dark to check it out, though, right?"

"Right," Eddie mutters, who's reluctantly stood up with Steve, shifting a little closer. "It's owner will be looking for it anyway. It'll be fine."

"Eddie..." Steve begins, stiffening. "Uh... that story... it's just a story, right?"

"Which story?"

Steve points to a nearby tree, only just visible in the light of the campfire. There's a small line of blood, very intentional in it's placement, smeared on the bark.

#ask #ficlet #prompt #thingy idk how to tag this #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #opinions? yes no maybe?#steddie #steddie fic #719 #OCTPMT

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betweenblackberrybranches · 1 year

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OH that makes so much more sense 😅 straight up marshmallows aren't very good compared to when they're heated/mixed with something else. I highly encourage you to try smores sometime then!!! They're very tasty!! Especially so during the summer!! ^w^♡ - chandlelures🕯🌠 (you don't have to answer this btw!!! sorry to bother!! smores just slap!!)

Yea i thought so! The cookies and chocolate might not be as sweet so it balances out the sweetness of the marshmallow

I will definetly try smores some day

I think smores are just not such a big thing outside of the us and canada? Atleast i didnt hear of them until i was like 16? We had stockbrot instead when sitting at the campfire as children (stick bread or campfire bread in english) its a kind of easy bread dough and you just run into the woods and get a good sturdy stick get the bark off and but some of the dough around one end. Then you hold it over the fire until its done and voila fresh steaming bread

Im pretty sure its just the german version of smores but, you know bread.

I can really recommend it

#i ramble #stockbrot is just the best #nothing tastes better #and its good to teach children about patience because it does take a while #or you make a really small one and its done like immidiatly #so many breads got charred but it was fine there was allways enough dough to try again #ah good old times

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classysassy9791 · 2 years

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A little drabble written on behalf of @sesskagddn, inspired by chaos of the FC discord server. For @elkonigin, @serial-doubters-club, and @yukinon-writes for all the ridiculousness, and for @moon-ion because of her friendship and love for SessKag.

Tricked With Treats

Fandom: Inuyasha Pairings: SessKag (if you squint) Rating: T Genre: Action/Adventure, Canon-divergence, Humor, Crack Words: 1500

Can also be found on AO3

It had happened completely by accident.

Kagome had decided on a whim to bring back ingredients from her time period to make smores. With all the time her and her friends spent around a fire in the woods, she thought it would be the perfect way to enjoy the delicious treat. When she had first explained the idea to Inuyasha and the gang, they had all given her very dubious expressions, clearly not understanding what exactly a smore was.

Inuyasha asked what she wanted ‘more of’.

But after a few growing pains, Kagome taught them the ways of crafting said delicious smore, and soon after it became their regular routine. After hiking through the woods, valleys, and grasslands of feudal Japan, they made camp and made sure to indulge in dessert before bedding down for the night.

So, every time Kagome traveled back to her time, she made sure to stock up on more supplies. Her mom had even grown accustomed to the routine, and often did the shopping for her. This new routine had grown to be a favorite of Kagome’s.

But never in her wildest years had she expected for Sesshomaru to run across them while they were crafting their marshmallow, chocolate, and graham cracker goodies.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Inuyasha barked just as Sesshomaru appeared.

Miroku hadn’t even felt his demonic presence, meaning the demon lord had been very quick on his feet in his search for them. Had he come to seek out information regarding Naraku? Was he here to try and steal Tessaiga again? Kagome had believed him to be over the whole “whose sword is it anyways” deal, but she honestly wouldn’t put anything past him. After all, this was a demon who swore to kill anyone who merely looked at him the wrong way.

Sesshomaru ignored Inuyasha’s demanding question, and instead turned his gaze to where Kagome sat. She had paused in slipping a smore into her mouth, the gooey marshmallow dripping onto her tongue as she stared at the majestic man before her.

“Miko,” he murmured, taking a step in her direction. Inuyasha attempted to step in front of him, but Sesshomaru was quick to side step him in order to get to his goal.

Kagome couldn’t even respond before Sesshomaru had crouched down in front of her at eye-level, his nose curiously sniffing the air around her. “Sess-” she mumbled around the smore.

He narrowed his eyes. “What is it you have there?”

She gulped, finally finding her wits and pulling the smore out of her mouth. “It’s - uh - dessert, I guess?” she fumbled for words, not exactly how to explain what a smore was when she had amber eyes staring her down.

Delicately and with great care, Sesshomaru reached over and pulled the smore from her hands. He turned his attention on it, sniffing it, and then licking it like a dog.

Surely Kagome was dreaming. She was not watching Sesshomaru, the Great Lord of the West, licking a smore like a dog. It just wasn’t possible. How could the cold-hearted, seemingly stoic Sesshomaru be transformed to a mere curious pup by a freaking smore?

Brown eyes watched with fascination as Sesshomaru carefully picked apart the smore until he was left with only the gooey marshmallow bit. He then slipped each finger into his mouth, licking and sucking it off. When he was finished, he turned his attention back to Kagome.

“Miko. Do you have more of this dessert?”

Kagome swallowed thickly, only able to give a short nod of her head in reply. She fumbled to open her backpack, gaze never trailing from the demon before her, and handed him the rest of the marshmallows.

“Hey!” she heard Inuyasha shout in indignation, obviously annoyed that she was giving away their new treat.

“Hn.” Sesshomaru examined the bag before seemingly becoming satisfied with her presentation. Without a word, he slipped away into the night, leaving the rest of the gang very perplexed.

It wasn’t until many weeks later did Kagome figure out exactly what Sesshomaru had been after that strange night. After his prompt exit, the campsite had erupted into a flurry - especially Inuyasha, who asked what the fuck his asshole of a brother had been doing. Shippou had been particularly upset about the stolen marshmallows, while Mirou and Sango were more practical and tried questioning the demon lord’s true motives.

They hadn’t been far from Kaede’s village, and so to nullify the bad feelings Sesshomaru had managed to stir up, she had made a quick trip for more marshmallows in her own time. But it wasn’t long until she had found herself face-to-face again with Sesshomaru.

She had just crawled over the lip of the well, not yet within seeing-distance of the rest of her friends, when the demon lord had found her. His amber eyes once again bore into her own, and she felt her stomach pool with unfamiliar warmth. There was something about being under his relentless stare.

“Sesshomaru,” she greeted, silently applauding herself from keeping her voice from shaking. “Why are you here?”

“That dessert you carried,” he said, eyes drifting from her face to the bag in her hand. “It was quite delicious.”

She pursed her lips together to stop herself from letting a chuckle escape. The Great Lord of the West, Sesshomaru, son of the Great Dog Demon, liked marshmallows?

Kagome wanted to break down in tears of laughter right then and there, because surely this was a joke. But one glance at Sesshomaru’s expression indicated that there was nothing funny about his desire for more marshmallows.

She raised the bag to eye level. “You mean these?”

He sniffed the air, before gently tugging the bag from her hands. “They are most peculiar in taste.”

“They’re called marshmallows,” she offered, relaxing in his presence now that she understood his objective.

“Hn.” He carefully ripped open the bag and popped one in his mouth.

And just as a giggle began to rise in her throat, Sesshomaru had disappeared again.

Kagome swore as she tripped and fell to her knees. Her adrenaline pumped through her, causing her heart to beat in her ears and her breath to come in quickened gasps. They had finally tracked down Naraku and the rest of his minions, leaving them sprawled across the grassy clearing that had become a battlefield. She was nearly out of arrows, and they had yet to make any headway to destroying Naraku’s heart.

“There has to be a way,” she murmured, watching as Sango and Miroku fended off Kohaku and various demons. Kouga had been caught up with Moryomaru, and Inuyasha wasn’t faring well against Kagura’s wind. It overall didn’t look good for them.

Naraku himself was not only watching the various battles before him, but had managed to sneak closer to Kagome with each passing moment. His tentacles had attempted to grab a hold of her several times now, and she had barely missed being caught up. If she didn’t figure out a way to end the battle soon, she wasn’t sure they would survive.

“You want some more of this?!” Kagura shouted, waving her fan and releasing a barrage of wind on Inuyasha. “Dance of blades!”

Her declaration suddenly gave Kagome an idea, and her eyes lit up with the prospect of it. It was very far-fetched, and absolutely insane, but it was better than nothing. Maybe she could turn the tides of their skirmish after all.

Without hesitation, she ran over to where her backpack had been thrown earlier, and quickly dug through it until her hand found purchase of what she needed - a large, plastic bag filled with the marshmallows she had just bought in her time only days earlier that was barely touched.

This time, when Naraku’s tentacle struck out to try and grab her, she threw the bag at it, watching as the tentacle wrapped around it and pulled it back to her foe. With how tight the tentacle constricted, it managed to pop the bag open, leaving marshmallows to rain down upon an unsuspecting Naraku.

“What is this?” the half-demon said as the small, white mallows began clinging to his tentacles and other slimy parts. He picked up a piece and studied it as if it were a ball of lint.

Kagome hid a smile, waiting for what was to follow Naraku’s poor judgment. A shout and a streak of green light struck across the battlefield, colliding with Naraku. Within moments, the half-demon they had been chasing after was brought down. The fighting around them quieted, only the wind drifting through the trees giving indication that time was passing.

Where Naraku once stood, smirking at his impending victory, now lay a pile of discarded demon carcasses. Kagura stared with her mouth open in stunned surprise at the man who had single-handedly destroyed Naraku.

Sesshomaru sheathed his Bakusaiga without so much as appearing to have broken a sweat. No one else saw what he did next in all the confusion, but Kagome did. She watched with amusement as the Great Demon Lord of the West collected what remained of the marshmallows and disappeared into the forest.

She laughed unabashedly, garnering the attention of her comrades. Naraku had been defeated by tricking a dog with a bag of treats.

The history books never said anything about that.

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barks at you

do you like s’mores,,

Meows at you

Yes

HAVE YOU TRIED SMORES WITH A RASPBERRY IN THE MIDDLE,, YOU GOTTA FR

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bitchybylershipper · 5 months

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alright yall just got home from my first experience with an overnight camp and i have a few things to say

on the way up there we were driving along a river and i genuinely got so excited about it i started shaking and then my only thought was "i should probably go outside more often"

so i wasnt talking to anyone on the way up i was just chillin in the back of the 15 passenger van and then the girls in the seats in front of me wanted to talk to me or whatever on the last stretch of the drive so they were throwing goldfish at me to get my attention 💀

when everyone was trying to figure out which bunk they were taking it sounded like everyone was trying to decide on a sex position

it was like 11:30 and the lights were off and one of the girls was walking like REALLY heavy like a goddamn elephant or something and i was like jesus christ who tf is that

people forgot to turn off their school alarms so at 5:30 i woke up to a dog barking sound and it woke up everyone in the cabin EXCEPT the person whose alarm it was 💀

at 7:15 i woke up and wanted to take my counselors life because her alarm was windchimes and it was on like volume 110

im so autistic i forgot that other people actually change their clothes everyday so when i came back from the bathroom yesterday i was shocked to my core to see three girls without shirts on

i did not really know anyone yesterday morning so i didnt want to talk to ANYONE and then the camp leader was like hey youre quiet and i was like i dont have very much to say my friends arent here and then he assigned someone to try to include me which she really tried but i am so bad at holding a conversation with someone im not comfy around and she gave up and went to play vollyball 💀

after that the counsellor with the horrifying alarm was trying to make me feel included but i was Not Having It and i genuinely felt so bad for her for trying so hard when i was not in a good spot to talk to

at lunch yesterday i had two cups of coffee and was going crazy in the lodge like my senses were mega heightened and i was talking so fucking fast like those people at the end of goddamn commercials and then i found a drinking fountain and literally and actually lost my fucking mind

at one point i was supposed to go get my folder but when i tried to grab it i accidentally papercutted THREE of my fingers and i was like bruh how even tho i knew something like that was going to happen i was still shocked appalled when it did

around like 4:00 i was in the bathroom and my cheeks were like really red and warm and i was like oh shit sleep deprivation is catching up to me again anti-fever medication save me and then the camp leader said something about sunburns and i was like ohhhhh thats probably whats wrong with me

my (new) friend violet was putting hot sauce on her goddamn mashed potatoes last night (i have photo and video evidence of this i am being so serious) and then another girl was taking shots of hot sauce out of literal fucking olives like black olives from a can

we got lost on a hike at 10:00 at night last night 💀

after the hike we had a fire and smores and then we did something called an affirmation circle where we all took turns being the center of attention and everyone had to say something nice about us and i was like oh god what are they gonna say about me and then it was my turn and they were all so nice to me i was about to cry

our camp leader didnt want to have a turn in the affirmation circle but we all wanted to let him know how much we love and appreciate him (for most of us hes our trusted adult) and it got really emotional and then when we got back to the cabins everyone was crying

one of my counselors used to be a massage therapist and those of us who wanted one she was giving us massages and basically turned us all into playdough by the way it was sooo funny how the people with anxiety disorders had the most knots in their muscles (hehe. my shoulder hurts.)

at about 1 am there were like four different snores happening and i was about to lose it

i think i just barely went over my sweet spot of just enough sleep because when it was actually time to get up my eyes did Not want to stay open lmao

we had waffles for breakfast. violet put fUCKING HOT SAUCE ON HER GODDAMN WAFFLES. HOT SAUCE. ON HER GODDAMNFUCKING WAFFLES.

violet also downloaded ttpd while we were hiking last night and we listened to it in the car i love her sm 🫶

#so yeah it was definitely and Experience #a very good one but an Experience all the same #personal #i love violet dearly but shes fucking crazy #i was genuinely shocked at how nice everyone was being to me in the affirmation circle tho #like it is NOT everyday that someone tells me im easy to talk to #also someone said “i love that you dont need to be talking for us to know that youre in our corner”#LIKE???????#LUCY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME SOB??????????#basically they all think im this like whimsical all-knowing really kind magical elf man that protects people i care about with my life #which again not something i typically get #it was awesome of them to try and make me cry like that

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