#already balding wow

[thatonecrookedsmile]

"Effective today, you are dismissed from any employment at Joey Drew Studios. This is due to complaints received about the grim and disturbing subjects of your work. May your dreams come true somewhere else."

[Opportunity is always just a step away from you]

"Gent Corporation looking for research subjects. Pays three fifty a week."

[When one story ends,so does another unfold]

-Umbrella-

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My participation in an Ink Demonth would not be complete without at least 1 drawing that takes a few days to complete.

I've had this idea in my head for a while, so this prompt was a good opportunity to put it into action. Featuring Riley Wells and Alan Gray.

I don't remember if I've ever drawn a rainy scene before. This was a first attempt. I liked it, actually. I think it worked for what I wanted in the end. (Thanks old tutorial from 2004) (The raindrops running down the umbrellas I had to learn by myself. Probably not the best thing possible, but better than nothing).

I'm happy with the overall atmosphere of the drawing and how it turned out. I think I managed to encapsulate the original vision I had in my head. I kind of messed it up during the process but I managed to turn it around and get it how I really wanted it.

When it comes to Riley and her joining Gent: all things considered, it would make more sense that she ended up at Gent in a similar way to what Archie Carter talked about in his audio log. She probably found a newspaper about Gent looking for test subjects and decided to go with it. She may have met Alan for the first time when she started working there, no doubt. Rather than meeting him before she joined the company in a "he was the one who offered her the job" situation, as I showed above.

I only went with this second scenario just because I found it more interesting to draw. And I wanted to touch on the possibility of Alan offering the chance to work as a test subject directly for certain people (without saying too much about the darker details of the job, of course). It's kind of evil, but at the same time, so is Gent (shockingly/j), so it's all good. (Realizing now that I may be making shit up for a character that has yet to be characterized. If this isn't the Bendy experience I don't know what is) Also, poor girl, she was fired from a shitty company and went to get a job at another shitty company. How sad.

Also, as an addendum, I don't know if their heights are 100% accurate. My vision for my Alan design is that he's a tall guy. Taller than Joey and, for that matter, Riley. When I was drawing him I realized he wasn't that tall and I had to resize him in the end. And Riley I never thought about how tall she is. Maybe her height here is a little off-model. So, don't take this drawing as my definitive vision of how tall they are. Because I don't even know for sure lol.

Next drawing is simpler so it probably won't take too long. I hope.

[andreakedavra]

yeah he is a mad scientist and a murderer but do i give a fuck? no :)

[icterid-rubus]

Man I hate being an over thinker and anxious mess. I’m having fun chatting with my classmate but then I get these spikes of anxiety that maybe it’s all a facade and they’re actually creepy and strange and I won’t be able to get rid of them and I’m in the process of making a huge mistake.

[slutzforbueckers]

can you do a one shot about Paige dating someone with short hair (a bald baddie if you will) and she just got a fresh haircut and Paige is like “wow so hot, must put you into the mattress immediately”

fresh cut trance

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: coming home from getting your hair cut and the reaction from paige was not what you were expecting.

a/n: so sorry this took so long to write, hopefully you enjoy it 🩷🩷 also i pictured reader with like a pixie cut so hopefully it still fits what you wanted!!

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“paige! baby, i’m back.” you called out as you shut the door behind you gently. while you placed your keys on the hook by the door and kicked off your shoes, you heard the soft shuffle of sock clad feet approaching behind you. when you turned around paige stood there, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

neither of you said anything as she took a few steps closer, hands already reaching out to cradle your head. you watched as she analyzed you for a moment, her eyes roaming over every inch of you. you couldn’t read her expression, it was so neutral you almost couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it.

“your hair—you look…” she trailed off, her fingers ran through the short strands of hair on your head. you looked up at her and tilted your head slightly.

“do you like it? i went shorter than before, wanted to try something new.” you nervously shifted on your heels.

“no i— i fucking love it. holy shit.” she mumbled.

you barely had time to say anything else before her hands slid from your hair to the sides of your face, tugging you into a bruising kiss. it was desperate, almost dizzying, the way she kissed you like she was starving. you gasped into her mouth, hands grabbing onto her shirt to keep yourself from stumbling with the force of her kiss.

she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours, her body pressing firmly into yours until your back hit the door with a soft thud.

“paige—” you tried to say, but she cut you off with another kiss, harder this time, a low whine catching in the back of her throat.

“fuck, baby,” she breathed out between kisses, her hands already wandering down your sides, gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be fingerprints later. “you’re so hot. i can’t— you look so fucking good, i have to—”

she didn’t even finish the thought. instead, she ducked down, scooping you up effortlessly by the backs of your thighs. you squealed in surprise, clinging to her as she carried you through the apartment, mouth never leaving yours. you laughed breathlessly, heart hammering in your chest, already feeling the heat pooling between your legs at how eager she was acting.

“paige,” you gasped as she kicked open the bedroom door, tossing you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, immediately crawling over you. “you’re acting like i’m gonna disappear or something.”

she hovered above you, eyes dark and hungry, and shook her head slowly. “can’t help it. not when you walk in looking like that.” she leaned down, kissing along your jaw, nipping at your skin until you whimpered, “you’re killing me.”

“please, p. need you.” you whined, hips jutting up. she pulled back, her fingers unzipping your jeans and yanking them down with haste. she tossed them somewhere behind her and you sat up long enough to pull your shirt, tossing it to the side.

she was back on you in a second—lips claiming yours, hands roaming everywhere because she never knew where to touch. your hands found the bottom of her shirt and you pulled away just enough to pull it over her head. she pulled her bottoms off herself and she was back on you.

the way she touched you was intoxicating, it was like she just couldn’t get enough of you. her hands and mouth roamed your skin like she was trying to memorize the map of your body all over again. even though paige knew your body like the back of her hand—where and how just to touch, to kiss, to press—she still took her time learning it all over again each time.

"you're so fucking perfect," she muttered, voice rough against your neck as her lips moved lower, kissing and biting her way down. you arched into her instinctively, a soft moan escaping you when she sucked a dark mark into the skin just above your collarbone.

her hands slipped under the waistband of your underwear, squeezing your ass before tugging the last bit of clothing off of you in one fluid, desperate motion. she tossed it over her shoulder without a care, her eyes drinking in every inch of your now-bare body sprawled out for her.

"paige," you whimpered again, your voice wrecked with want. she sat back for a second on her knees, just staring, chest heaving like she was trying to control herself— but the way her fingers twitched at her sides told you she was seconds from losing it.

"you have no fucking idea," she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief, "what you do to me."

then she was lowering herself again, mouth finding your nipple and sucking hard enough to make your back arch off the bed. her hand slid between your legs, fingers gliding through the slickness there, and you whined, fisting the sheets.

"so wet already," she groaned against your skin, sliding two fingers inside you easily, curling them just right. you gasped, your hands scrambling to grip her shoulders, nails digging in as she started a relentless rhythm, thrusting into you deep and fast. paige angled her hand so that the palm of her hand hit your clit each time she thrust back in.

you ran your hand up the back of her neck, your fingers curling into the hairs just at the nape of her head. paige moaned as you tugged at her hair, her eyes flickering to your face to watch every single expression. your hips started to grind into her hand, chasing that orgasm that was so close.

“m’so close, p—“ you whined as you tugged her closer to kiss her. paige pressed her fingers deeper, her fingertips brushed that sweet spot that always made your mind blank. she shifted again but this time it was her thumb pressing against your clit instead of her palm. she rubbed quick circles as she could feel your cunt starting to tighten around her fingers, the sound of your slick getting louder as she moved harder—with more purpose.

“that’s it,” she rasped, her voice rough and low, thumb pressing harder against your swollen clit. your thighs started to shake, hips grinding down against her hand on instinct. she fucked you through it, fingers relentless and deep, thumb never once easing up. it only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm crashed through you, your walls clenching around her fingers as you cried out, your head spinning as you fell apart under her.

she kept fucking you through every aftershock, slowing her thrusts only when your legs started to tremble too much to stay open. she eased her fingers out of you so slowly you whimpered, your cum coating her hand, dripping down onto the sheets. you fell back against the pillows with a shaky exhale, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

you watched as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, a moan leaving her at the taste of you. you pressed your thighs together and shifted as you could feel that pool of heat forming in your core at the sight. paige reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out her strap, quickly situating it on her hips.

her hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open again, and she dipped her head. she ghosted her lips over the skin of your inner thighs, making her way towards your core. you let out a soft whine when she ran her tongue through your folds and up to your clit, she pressed a gentle kiss to the bundle of nerves before she moved on.

she worked her way up your body, leaving wet kisses and dark bruises in her wake, and kissed you for a short moment before she sat up. "turn around."

you flipped yourself over—with the help of her hands on your hips—and pulled yourself up onto your knees, keeping your upper half pressed against the mattress. paige moved behind you, cursing under her breath as you bared yourself to her. her hands ran up your spine, pressing down lightly to deepen your arch, and she pushed her hips forward.

you moaned at the feeling of the strap brushing your cunt. you pushed your hips back, wiggling impatiently. paige ran her hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently before she pulled back. she didn't make you wait, she lined to tip up with your entrance and in one swift thrust she bottomed out.

"oh my god-" you gasped at the stretch and shifted on your knees. paige planted her hands on your hips but she didn't move, not until you gave the okay by pushing back against her. when you did, she pulled back and drove into you again—pulling a throaty groan from you.

it wasn't before the bed started to creak under the force of her thrust, the headboard hitting the wall with a rhythmic thud. your hands fisted the sheet desperately, face buried in the pillows as paige absolutely destroyed you, her hips snapped into yours with an intensity you could only describe as feral.

"fuck, baby," she groaned, voice shaky from the efforts of fucking into you, her fingers pressed into your hips so hard you thought she might leave bruises. "you feel so fucking good, and this hair—" her voice cracked, filled with lust and admiration. "oh my god, you have no idea."

you whimpered, a broken, pathetic sound. the strap was thick, filling you up perfectly, making your eyes roll back with how deep she reached. she couldn't keep her hands off your head, fingers threading roughly through the short strands.

"so fucking sexy," she rasped, her fingers raking over your scalp before gripping your hair and yanking you up slightly. you moaned loudly, your back arching deeper from the sharp tug. your whole body trembled under her, your hips starting to move on their own, pushing back into her to meet her thrust.

you could only nod your head, tears welling in your eyes from how good it felt, from the overwhelming pressing building inside you again. your thighs quivered, your whole body jolted with each thrust of her hips. the sound of skin on skin and your wetness filled the room, accompanied by your moans, paiges occasional groans and grunts, and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. it was all so much.

page leaned over you, pressing her chest to your back, her mouth right at your ear. she loosened her grip on your hair just enough to run her fingers through it again. "i love it so much," she whispered, like it was a confession.

"need to cum—please, oh fuck—don't stop, don't stop." you whimpered, your cunt clenching around the strap at her words. she wrapped her hand around your throat, dragging you back against her chest as she nipped at the skin under your ear. her free hand slithered around your waist, slipping between your legs, and pressing her fingers against your clit.

the added attention to your clit had your knees buckling, if she hadn't been holding you up you were sure you would've collapsed. it only took a few more thrust, a few more circles on your clit, and you were cumming—a loud unrestrained moan fell from your lips, your thighs trying to close around her hand, back arching into a deeper arch.

she didn't stop, she didn't slow down. she lifted herself up and planted her hands on your shoulder blades, pushing you back down into the mattress. you sobbed into the sheets, your body burning with overstimulation. you choked out her name, blindly reaching back for her.

paige grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, leaning over you agains as she fucked you through another orgasm, a moan tumbling from her own lips as she saw how wrecked you were. she finally slowed, grinding her hips against you at a leisurely pace to bring you down.

"paige," you whined when she finally pulled out, your voice rough from all the moaning. paige quickly discard the strap, tossing it over the side of the bed with a mental note to clean it later, and flipped you over.

"s'okay, i got you." she muttered, running her hand along the side of your face. you opened you eyes to look at her, she had a dopey smile on her face as she looked down at you. "so fucking beautiful." she leaned down to kiss you.

you pulled away after a few seconds, still needing to catch your breath, and with a fake pout you lightly shoved her shoulder. "you ruined my hair."

paige laughed and kissed your forehead, then your cheeks. "you still look good."

[paucubarsisimp]

say it back

pairings: pedri x reader, pablo gavi x reader, ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you prank your boyfriend by not saying “i love you” back

warnings: suggestive stuff!

a/n: for my bae, @hollyf1 <33 i hope you like it gorgeous x

୨ৎ pablo gavi

it was late afternoon in barcelona, golden light slipping through the windows, warming up the little apartment you and pablo shared. he was stretched out on the couch, head resting on your thighs, one hand tracing lazy circles on your knee, the other scrolling through his phone.

out of nowhere, with no warning, he looked up at you and said it. quiet, but sure.

“te quiero.”

you heard it. of course you did. but today? you felt like causing just a little chaos.

so you didn’t say it back.

you just kept playing with his hair, eyes on the tv, like he hadn’t said anything at all.

he blinked. “¿qué?”

you hummed. “hmm?”

“i just told you i love you,” he said, already sitting up a little. “you always say it back.”

you gave him a tiny smile. “mhm.”

he stared at you like you’d just ended your entire relationship. “mhm? are you messing with me?”

you shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek.

“nah, no. don’t do this to me right now.” he sat up fully now, dramatic as ever. “you’re mad at me. i knew it. is it the thing i said this morning? because i didn’t mean it like that—”

“pablo—”

“no, wait. be honest. what did i do? i’ll fix it.”

you burst into laughter, finally cracking. “oh my god, i’m joking.”

he froze. “what?”

“i was messing with you.”

he looked at you, dead serious. “you nearly gave me a heart attack. my soul left my body.”

you were still laughing as he flopped back onto the couch, groaning like the world had ended. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m passionate,” he muttered, pulling you down with him. “and you’re evil. beautiful, but evil.”

you kissed his cheek. “i love you.”

he huffed. “too late. damage is done.”

“pablito.”

“nope.”

you rolled your eyes, then leaned in, whispering, “te amo, mi vida.”

he peeked up at you, already melting a little. “okay fine. i forgive you.”

“wow. how generous.”

he smirked. “but i am getting revenge. just so you know.”

you raised an eyebrow. “should i be scared?”

he nodded. “terrified.”

but he kissed you right after, so you figured you could survive whatever chaos he was planning.

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୨ৎ pedri

pedri was lying next to you, half-asleep, hoodie sleeves pushed up, arm slung around your waist like he had no plans to let go anytime soon. his face was buried in the pillow, voice muffled and lazy when he said it.

“te quiero.”

you heard it, and yeah… it made your heart do that little thing it always did when he said that. but today? today you felt like messing with him.

so you didn’t say it back.

you just hummed softly and kept scrolling on your phone.

he lifted his head slightly. “¿lo escuchaste?”

you smiled without looking at him. “mmhm.”

a pause.

“…and?”

“and what?”

he blinked slowly, sitting up just a little, eyebrows knitting together in the way they always did when he was confused but trying not to overthink. “i just said i love you.”

you glanced at him. “oh. gracias.”

he stared at you. silent. blinked again. “gracias?”

you bit the inside of your cheek, staying calm. “yeah.”

he didn’t move. just looked at you for a long second like he was trying to figure out if this was a prank or if his heart had actually just been broken in real time.

“wait, are you mad at me?” he asked, voice lower now, more serious. “did i say something wrong?”

you couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore — you turned to him, grinning. “pedri. baby. i’m kidding.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed together like he was trying not to smile. “that’s not funny.”

“it was a little funny.”

“my chest actually hurt,” he said, laying back down dramatically. “i thought we were over.”

you laughed, pulling him closer again. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m in love, not dramatic.”

you kissed his cheek. “i love you.”

he pretended to ignore you.

“pedri…”

nothing.

you kissed his jaw. “mi amor…”

he sighed like he was giving in. “now you say it?”

“i was always gonna say it.”

“still hurt,” he mumbled, burying his face in your neck. “wounded forever.”

“you’ll live.”

“barely.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his curls. “te quiero, pedri.”

“yeah, yeah,” he said, voice sleepy again. “we’ll see if you’re laughing when i get you back.”

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୨ৎ ferran torres

you and ferran were lounging on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background, though neither of you were really paying much attention to it. his arm was casually draped over the back of the couch, fingers brushing against your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.

out of nowhere, ferran turned his head toward you with that familiar, teasing smirk.

“te quiero,” he said, as if it was just a casual comment, but the way he said it made it feel a little more like a challenge.

you didn’t answer right away. you kept scrolling, pretending not to notice his expectant gaze.

he raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “¿me escuchaste?”

you looked at him briefly and shrugged, still not making it easy. “mhm.”

ferran tilted his head, clearly not impressed. “just ‘mhm’? that’s all i get?”

you smirked and finally put your phone down, turning to face him. “yeah, why?”

his grin widened, a little mischievous now. “you’re not gonna say it back?”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms casually. “what if i don’t?”

he leaned in closer, as if he was going to take you seriously, but the playful glint in his eyes said otherwise. “you really wanna do that, princesa?”

you couldn’t help but smile at his teasing tone. “maybe i do.”

ferran leaned back, clearly enjoying this little game. “well, i’m not letting you get away with that.”

he slid his hand over to gently tap your leg, like a reminder that he was still there, still waiting for that response.

“come on,” he said, voice light but with that confident edge. “i say i love you, and you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”

you chuckled and shrugged. “maybe i like leaving you hanging.”

he laughed, a deep, amused sound, then leaned in just a little closer, making sure you felt his presence. “i’m patient, princesa. but not that patient.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his persistence. “you think i’m gonna say it just because you’re being dramatic?”

he grinned, giving you that cocky look. “oh, i know you will. it’s just a matter of when.”

with that, you finally gave in, shaking your head with a smile. “te quiero.”

ferran’s smile softened, but there was still that playful spark in his eyes. “took you long enough,” he said, leaning back comfortably, still keeping his arm around you.

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too. “you’re lucky i said it at all.”

“just wait till i get you back.”

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

you and pau were sitting on the couch at his apartment, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention to it. pau was lying on his back, his head resting on your lap, scrolling through his phone while you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.

the atmosphere was calm, comfortable. you had been dating for a while now, and things felt easy with pau — natural. but, of course, you couldn’t resist having a little fun.

after a few moments of silence, pau looked up at you, his eyes soft. "te quiero," he said quietly, his voice warm.

you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you met his gaze, but instead of immediately replying, you gave him a mischievous look.

he waited for a moment, clearly expecting you to say it back. you could tell he was being patient, that little glint of expectation in his eyes, but you decided to tease him a bit.

you simply nodded, a soft "mhm" escaping your lips.

pau blinked a couple of times, as if he wasn’t sure if he had heard you correctly. he straightened up slightly, looking at you with confusion. "what?"

you kept your gaze cool and nonchalant, pretending you hadn’t noticed his reaction. "i said 'mhm'," you replied casually.

he let out a small laugh, though you could see the playful frustration creeping into his expression. "no, no, no. i said te quiero, and you're supposed to say it back."

you shrugged, still pretending you were clueless. "i did say it back."

"uh-uh," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "that’s not how it works, princesa. you have to say it properly."

you leaned back into the couch, making sure to keep a neutral face. "why? i already said it… kinda."

pau’s eyebrows furrowed, and you could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter, but his patience was starting to wear thin. "come on, stop playing with me."

you let the silence drag on for a bit longer, enjoying how much it was getting to him. he shifted closer, putting his hand on your leg, eyes narrowing playfully.

"you know you want to say it back," he said with a smirk.

you met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "oh, do i?"

he nodded, clearly confident in his charm. "i know you do."

you smiled sweetly but didn’t say a word. instead, you let your fingers gently tap his arm, pretending you hadn’t noticed how close he was getting.

pau exhaled dramatically, letting out a small, exaggerated groan. "this is torture, you know that?"

you finally couldn’t hold it anymore. your smile broke out into a grin, and you leaned in closer to him, your face softening as you whispered, "te quiero," just as he was about to say something else.

he paused, his whole demeanor shifting. a smile slowly spread across his face, and he shook his head, chuckling.

"te quiero, huh?" pau said with a playful grin. "took you long enough."

you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. "you were starting to get dramatic," you teased, gently poking his side.

pau grinned wider, his hand resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. "i knew you’d say it eventually. but next time, don’t make me wait so long."

you laughed again, wrapping your arms around him. "i’ll make sure not to."

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୨ৎ hector fort

you and héctor were on the couch, the day winding down as you both relaxed after a long, busy week. he was lounging beside you, his arm casually draped over your shoulders while you fiddled with your phone, scrolling through random stuff. it was quiet, but not in an awkward way — just in the easy, comfortable silence you shared.

out of nowhere, héctor’s voice broke the stillness, calm but with a little something playful in his tone. "te quiero."

you didn’t immediately respond. instead, you kept your eyes glued to your phone, pretending like you didn’t even hear him.

he waited for a moment, clearly expecting a reply. when you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "¿no vas a decir nada?" he asked, sounding a bit more teasing now.

you shrugged without looking up. "what do you mean? i heard you."

"uh-huh," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "you heard me, but didn’t feel like saying it back, huh?"

you kept scrolling, acting like it was no big deal, but the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he was having fun with this. "maybe i just didn’t feel like it," you said casually, as though it was no big deal.

"oh, so that’s how it is?" he leaned in slightly, his tone playful but with a hint of challenge. "you’re really gonna make me wait?"

you shot him a quick glance, trying to keep your face neutral, but his smile was contagious. "maybe."

he leaned back into the couch, pretending to think for a moment, but you could see the smirk tugging at his lips. "you know, i’ve been pretty patient with you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "but if you’re gonna leave me hanging, i might just have to do something about it."

you raised an eyebrow, still pretending to be uninterested. "like what?"

"oh, i don’t know," he shrugged dramatically, "maybe i’ll just have to keep repeating it until you can’t stand it anymore. or maybe i’ll just—"

"te quiero," you cut him off, finally giving in with a teasing smile, "happy now?"

his eyes lit up, a triumphant grin crossing his face. "finally! i was starting to wonder if i was gonna have to resort to more drastic measures," he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "but now i know you really do love me."

you couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. "you’re ridiculous."

"you know you love me," he said confidently, his hand gently resting on your waist. "next time, don’t make me wait so long."

you smiled, enjoying how easily he could shift from teasing to serious in an instant. "fine, fine. i’ll be quicker next time."

"that’s all i ask," he replied, pulling you closer, his voice warm and content. "but if you think you can get away with not saying it back again, we’ll see how long you can hold out next time."

you chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. "i’ll keep that in mind."

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

you and alejandro were lounging on the couch in his apartment, both of you winding down after a long day. the tv was on, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. he was lying next to you, his arm casually draped around your shoulders, his head resting against yours.

out of nowhere, he turned to you, his voice light and a little teasing. "te quiero."

you looked up from your phone, raising an eyebrow at him. you didn’t say anything right away, though. instead, you just smiled to yourself and kept scrolling.

alejandro’s grin faltered for a second, clearly expecting a quicker response. "¿qué pasa? no me vas a decir nada?" he asked, his tone already playfully accusing.

you shrugged, acting casual. "i did hear you."

"mhm, but you didn’t say it back," he said, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. you could see the challenge in his eyes. "what’s going on? you’re making me wait?"

you could feel the playful tension rising as he waited for your reply. you looked at him with a teasing smile. "maybe i’m just thinking about it."

alejandro leaned in a little, his lips pulling into a smirk. "thinking about it, huh?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "i see how it is. you just wanna leave me hanging?"

you let the silence stretch on for a moment longer, not replying immediately, letting him get more curious.

he shifted, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you, his eyes narrowing just a bit. "you’re not gonna say it back, are you?" he asked, sounding more amused than frustrated.

"maybe not," you said with a shrug, still not giving him the satisfaction of a full reply.

alejandro let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be wounded. "ouch, that hurts," he said, though there was no mistaking the teasing tone in his voice. "but i’ll give you one more chance."

you chuckled at how much he was playing it up, finally putting your phone down and meeting his gaze. "why should i say it back?" you asked with a sly smile.

he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a more playful, almost smug tone. "because you know you love me," he said, the smirk on his lips growing wider. "and i’m pretty sure you don’t want to make me beg."

you rolled your eyes, but you could already feel yourself breaking. "fine," you said, barely holding back your laughter. "te quiero."

alejandro immediately flashed a grin, his posture relaxing as he pulled you close. "finally," he said, his voice full of satisfaction. "was that so hard?"

"you’re ridiculous," you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

he laughed too, wrapping his arm around you. "hey, it’s your fault for making me wait. i’m just making sure you know how much i like hearing it."

you smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. "next time, i won’t make you wait."

"i’m counting on it," he said with a grin, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "but don’t think you can get away with not saying it next time."

you chuckled, enjoying how playful he was. "we’ll see."

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

the apartment smelled like garlic and something good simmering. music played low from the speaker — something chill, maybe feid or bad bunny, one of lam’s go-tos. you were at the stove, focused on stirring the pasta sauce, and behind you, lamine leaned against the counter with that lazy little smirk of his.

he was watching you like he always did when he was in that soft mood — hoodie on, curls a bit messy, probably still thinking about training but pretending like he wasn’t.

“i love you,” he said, like it was just another thing to throw into the air. casual. natural.

you smiled a little to yourself, but didn’t say it back.

there was a pause.

“wait… did you hear me?”

“hmm?” you asked, pretending to be super focused on the sauce.

“i said i love you.”

you glanced over your shoulder, gave him a soft smile, and just said, “oh yeah. i heard you.”

he blinked. “so say it back.”

you shrugged, turning off the stove. “no need. i already know.”

he stared at you, eyes wide like you’d just told him you hated football. “nah… no, no, no. don’t play like that.”

you walked past him, brushing his arm, trying to hold in your laugh. “i’m not playing.”

he followed you into the living room immediately, hands in the air. “so that’s it? you’re not gonna say it back? after everything we’ve been through?”

you flopped onto the couch, cool as ever. “you’ll survive, superstar.”

“this is emotional damage,” he muttered, sitting down next to you like his whole world just ended. “i scored two goals last week. i deserve better.”

“you want a trophy or something?”

“no. i want my te amo back.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. he was pouting now, head thrown back on the cushion, being 100% dramatic.

“fine,” you whispered, leaning close. “i love you.”

he peeked at you with one eye. “you’re only saying it ‘cause you felt bad.”

“maybe.”

“hm. fake.”

you kissed his cheek. “you still smiled, though.”

he rolled his eyes, pulling you onto his lap like he couldn’t stay mad if he tried. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

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୨ৎ marc bernal

the apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the washing machine and the occasional clink of your spoon against the bowl. you were both sitting on the floor — something you did often. no couch, no noise. just the two of you, sharing cereal and quiet.

marc had a blanket thrown over his shoulders like some kind of sleepy king. curls a little messy, eyes still heavy from his nap. he was always like this after long days — quiet, but not tired of you. never tired of you.

he looked up at you suddenly, like something just came to mind.

“t’estimo,” he said softly, voice low.

you glanced over and smiled, but didn’t say it back. just kept eating, like you didn’t notice.

he blinked. “hey.”

“hm?” you didn’t meet his eyes.

“did you hear what i said?”

“yeah,” you said, cool as ever.

he tilted his head, trying to read your face. “and?”

you wiped a bit of milk from your lip with your sleeve. “and nothing.”

“nothing?” he repeated, a small laugh slipping out. “you’re really not gonna say it back?”

you shrugged. “maybe you’ve heard it enough.”

he didn’t say anything for a second. just looked at you with those warm, steady eyes. the ones that didn’t rush anything. he picked at the edge of the blanket.

“you always say it back.”

you looked over at him, pretending to be serious. “maybe i’m starting a new trend.”

he smiled, slow and crooked. “you’re not serious.”

you didn’t answer — just leaned your head against the wall and looked away dramatically, like some indie film character.

he scooted closer, bowl in hand, now clearly onto you. “you’re messing with me.”

“maybe.”

he laughed again, but there was something soft behind it. “i was starting to think i did something wrong.”

you finally turned toward him, kissed his shoulder lightly, and whispered, “i love you, bernal.”

he gave you a look. one of those quiet little grins that made your chest feel stupidly warm. “you forgot something.”

“what?”

“saying it when i say it. not five minutes later.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “you’ll live.”

he leaned in, forehead resting against yours. “barely.”

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"would you kiss me for $10 or the hottest person in the world for $1000?"

ft— blade, gepard, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, welt, sampo, luka, argenti, dr. ratio

warning — none, just fluff! might be ooc, established relationship, gn! reader, no yanqing for this ;( mentions of kissing, might be cringe..? chinese names are simplified. not proofread.

a/n— y'all i apologize if they're ooc (can't justify it i haven't even played hsr yet) so yes. ENJOY as this is my second time writing for 'em

wordcount. 4.2k

刃 blade

✧ .... he knew it was one of those.. silly media questions that couples do to one another. and he hates you for actually doing them (not really he loves you too much)

✧ he continued to stay silent as he sat on the bench, watching as you sat beside him—anticipating for his response that will decide whether or not he will sleep on the couch or not.

✧ "ugh you big bum just answer the question!!" you groan, slumping down on the bench.

✧ blade cocks his head and raises his brow, smirking at you. "you mean the complex question that will probably lead you unhappy if i don't say the answer you were hoping for and then not talk to me for the next couple of hours as you're petty and—"

✧ you quickly shut him up with your palm over his mouth, you were now mad at him for being too god damn right. warmth spread to your cheeks as you stared at him, completely flustered.

✧ "you better shut that mouth of yours baldie." you threaten, still keeping your palm over his mouth when you felt the icky, wet and textured feeling gliding across your palm, it was his tongue.

✧ wasting no time you pulled your hand back and stared at your palm before vigorously wiping it on your shirt, absolutely disgusted. "ewwww!! and you still haven't answered my question!!" you pout.

✧ blade huffs (he's very sassy), "yeah not after calling me baldie. i'm not even bald." he was so serious about it, it was very amusing to you.

✧ you pout even more, scooching closer to him. "okay i'm sorry for calling you baldie.. and yes you aren't bald. now will you please answer my question?!" blade continues to glare at you, thinking about his answer. well, he was only pretending to anyway.

✧ he already knew his answer the second the question slipped out of your mouth, obviously, kiss you for $10 (credits). even if it was for $1000 he could easily get that amount of money in a day and plus, you are the most hottest person in the entire universe.

✧ but he decided to tease you, he put on his thinking face, tapping his finger on his chin. "hm... i really don't know it's so hard to choose..." he hums, looking down at your face as he smirks in amusement at your silly little mad face.

✧ "so hard? SO HARD FOR WHAT????" you asked, leaning in closer. oh you were for sure getting irritated now.

✧ blade chuckles before engulfing you in a tight hug as you sat on his lap, face buried in his chest. "of course kiss you for $10, i don't need $1000 anyway."

✧ "what about the pretty part?" "you are the hottest of them all, y/n."

✧ you hummed in content, happy with his answer before speaking again. "see, it wasn't a trick question at all." blade rolls his eyes. "uh huh... so you weren't going to quote-on-quote, 'ground' me if i said the wrong answer?"

✧ "....no...."

✧ (btw he was still a lil hurt when you called him baldie. like wow, it really hit him deep)

杰帕德 gepard

✧ the second you asked him the question he did not hesitate and answered within 1 billion light speed.

✧ "you of course! i don't want to a random stranger who i don't know for $1000, i don't need that money when i have you."

✧ "oh— gepard—" yeah, you almost burst into tears at his answer. it was so geniune, sweet and adorable. even his face said it all!! he looked at you with such sincere eyes as he told you his reply!!

✧ gepard almost freaked out thinking he said the wrong thing when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, he immediately held onto your shoulders, apologizing if he did anything wrong.

✧ you shake your head no and wipe away your tears dramatically, "n—no i'm fine gepard i'm just— i didn't expect you to say your answer so quickly! when i saw other couples doing it the other person is always hesitating or something."

✧ gepard is confused, was this a test or something? (poor baby doesn't know) and so you have to explain to him what the trend is all about and all that jazz.

✧ he doesn't think that it's a bad trend or anything, if anything he encourages you to ask him more questions!! anything you ask, he will reply asap 100%!!

✧ and so you asked more questions.

✧ "you don't care about the money gepard? that's a lot though, $1000!" you exclaim, gepard shakes his head and smiles, "i already said why i don't need that money, love, i don't need the money when i have you, you're priceless."

✧ EUGHHHHHHHHH HE JUST HAS TO HIT YOU WITH THAT. you smiled back and gave him a kiss on his cheek before backing away. "that's so sweet of you... okay next question, who is the hottestperson in the world?"

✧ gepard only stares into your eyes, mesmerized by your face, his eyes are trained on you and only you as his thumb caresses your cheek. "you, of course, you're the most hottest.. although i'd rather use prettiest instead, you are the most prettiest and amazing person in the entire universe."

✧ safe to say his face was peppered with kisses after that, not that he minds it.

丹恒 dan heng

✧ "what kind of question is that?" is the first thing he says, looking at you in confusion as he closes the book he was reading.

✧ you had just entered his room, phone in hand before asking him the question out of the blue so he assumed you saw something from the media which now... lead to this.

✧ you shrug, going back to your question. "don't be trying to change the topic, what would you do? kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" you repeated, your brows furrowing. to dan heng, it was crazy scary how you looked right now, so desperate for his answer.

✧ "well obviously the hottest person in the world for $1000, that' so much money!" he replied, knowing what this was going to lead him to. "......so... you would kiss the most hottest person in the world for more money?"

✧ dan heng cringes as he nods his head slowly. your eyes narrowed as you began to glare at him, soon, you stormed out of his room, pissed, and with a right as well.

✧ dan heng sighs in defeat before getting up from his seat and following you to where you always went when you were mad, to the kitchen.

✧ and he was right, you were in the kitchen just snacking on food you just bought the day before, when you spotted him you turned around, your back facing him. "baby c'mon im sorry i was just joking.."

✧ hearing him call you "baby" did something to you but you didn't want to give in just yet. you were mad at him still. you pout (not like he can see you but still) and continue to munch on your food angrily.

✧ "i didn't mean to, i promise i was just joking. i would much rather kiss you for $100 i pinky swear." .... "pinky swear?" "pinky swear."

✧ safe to say you accepted his apology as he absolutely peppered your face with millions of kisses before engulfing you in his arms.

✧ "you're ridiculous..." dan heng sighs, resting his eyes. "yeah well you love me so" well, he can't deny that.

景元 jing yuan

✧ jing yuan is definenetly doing the mathematical calculations in his head right now. because what in tarnation are you talking about?!

✧ he stares at you like you're crazy for a second before sighing, looking down and closing his eyes shut (he reminded you a lot like a disappointed dad...)

✧ "what do you mean? why are you asking me this out of the blue..." for one, he is a tad bit afraid that if he says the wrong thing you will sentence him to three (3) days to sleep on the couch, yeah, you banish him from your SHARED bedroom multiple times when he said the "wrong thing".

✧ you repeat your question again, waiting for his answer. "what a silly question, i would kiss you of course, with or without the $10." he breathed, planting a kiss on your forehead before pulling away and smirking, he knew that that was what you wanted to hear and the kiss was the cherry on top.

✧ for a few seconds you just sat there, too flustered to do anything. YES YOU KNEW IT WAS JUST A FOREHEAD KISS BUT IT'S JING YUAN OKAY

✧ "hm? is something the matter, my love?" he questions, leaning in closer to your face, he was much more taller than you (obviously) so he was quite literally towering over you, his face was so close to yours.

✧ you shake your head before going in for a small and chaste kiss and closing your eyes, you can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer to him by your waist and deepens the kiss. your brain was starting to get fuzzy as you felt more and more delirious. jing yuan just knew how to make you fold.

✧ "hey! this isn't an excuse to make out with me you know?" you pull away breathless, looking quite dazed just for this "simple" kiss. jing yuan hums, resting his head on your shoulder before speaking up.

✧ "you know you love it." at his words you sigh and shake your head, "well i can't deny that..." you reply with a smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

✧ a few minutes go by in silence, you assume that jing yuan was asleep by how calm and quite he was, when the silence was broken. "does this mean i can sleep in our shared bedroom?"

✧ your brows furrowed at his words, was that all he was thinking about? "mmmmmmm now that you mentioned it..." "no." you chuckled, patting his head. "i know i know, yes, you get to sleep in our shared bedroom."

罗刹 luocha

✧ "what an odd question.." luocha replies, observing your very serious face. he found it amusing how you looked so serious after asking such a silly question.

✧ you whine and shake his arm, "just answer the question luocha it is very serious!! i need to know your answer!!" .... okay yes apparently it was very serious as you literally called him by his name and not some cute nickname.

✧ luocha offers you a soft and tender smile, the one he always does every time he spots you and or is with you (it never fails to make you swoon), "of course you, i don't need the money when i have you, are you doubting something my dear?"

✧ you shake your head at his words, happy with his answer. "no, everything's fine don't worry! thanks lychee." luocha then engulfs you in a hug all of the sudden, the scent of flowers filled your nose as his hair tickled your face.

✧ "your hair's in my face babe—" you mumble, moving the strands of hair off your face. luocha quickly apologized before pulling away, he cups your cheeks and stares deep into your eyes, which confused you.

✧ luocha continues to stare at you for a good hot minute, he was thinking about something. "say, did anything happen to you that prompted you to ask me that question? did someone do something? did i do something wrong?"

✧ he's so cute. anyway, you shake your head. "no, why?" luocha sighs in relief before taking his hands off your cheeks. "i don't know i assumed something happened that made you question me with that.. question. thank the lord i didn't do anything."

✧ kissing his cheek, you sighed dramatically, "well actually something did happen.. a certain somebody hasn't given me any attention for the past couple of hours"

✧ luocha playfully rolls his eyes, "my fault, princess/prince" and that's how he ended up peppering and littering you with kisses all over your face and no, you couldn't escape him even if you wanted to.

瓦尔特 welt

✧ if you keep asking him such questions he's only going to age more, physically, you're going to give him too many wrinkles if you keep on making him furrow his brows and frown.

✧ all you can hear is him heaving a great big sigh as he sets his mug down on the table, staring down at you. "the hottest person in the world?" he asks, you nod your head while smiling, you somewhat knew his answer already.

✧ "well it's you of course." he replied without any hesitation, you hummed and gave him a peck on his cheek. "right answer."

✧ "but why $10 only? you're worth more than that you know." he added, you only shrugged your shoulder. "i don't know it's what the text says" "the text?" "yeah, look!" you held your phone up and pointed at the screen where there was a couple, one of the partner asked a question—the same one you asked him.

✧ the other partner states that they would kiss the most hottest person in the world for $1000, it then showed a clip of the person sleeping on the couch. the answer was easy really, welt didn't understand how bad one person can mess something up.

✧ "well he was stupid, answer was easy." you agreed and put your phone away. "simple right? i knew you would say the right thing" you continued, welt only smiles in pride. "of course, i know what you want to hear, but i hope you know i would never kiss a random person, even if they were the hottest."

✧ your heart melts as he speaks, his words really sinking into you. "awwhh welt~" next thing he knows you're absolutely hugging the shit out of him (and rubbing your face in his chest), not that he minds.

桑博 sampo

✧ "well would you kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" sampo repeated your own question back in a somewhat sassy tone. you were a bit shocked to say the least, i mean, how dare he not answer your question but answer your question with the same exact question!! (same energy ykyk)

✧ but obviously, you're used to his antics as you roll your eyes playfully, closing your phone. "seriously, shampoo. answer the question." "woah woah—shampoo? i said to call me anything but that!" he whines as he uses his hands to talk (as usual), very much exaggerating everything.

✧ you shrug your shoulders with an unamused "hmph" and don't reply any futhur. sampo dramatically sighs in defeat. "but babes, if you really think about it $1000 is a lot of money.." you raise your brow at his answer. "you're only thinking about the money?"

✧ sampo shakes his head, he grabs a hold of your hands while looking at you so sincerely it kind of scared you as he was always so... non-serious. "no, of course not. but just think about all the things i can buy for you...and me...food, flowers, more food, clothes and so much more! wouldn't you want all of that?"

✧ you think about it for a second and replied, "well although those are nice, wouldn't you much rather kiss me instead for $10? we can.. still buy something with $10, plus my kiss is unlike any other!"

✧ "yeah, i know." sampo snickers, upon his reply you narrow your eyes at him, your unamused face screamed "what do you mean by that?" in a menacing type of way. sampo quickly clears his throat before you could get any ideas (you had already gotten a few).

✧ "what i'm tryna say is that yes, i would rather kiss you for $10 but.. i think—" you immediately cut him off with a solemn face. "sh. i don't want to hear anymore of you." sampo can see that you're visibly upset at his answer. shit. he didn't mean to say the wrong thing.

✧ his grip on your hand tightened as he moved in closer to you. "no, wait babe i didn't mean that. i was just playin' i promise i would rather kiss you, your kisses are a one in a billion and i really don't care about the money and—" once again, you cut him off, but for a good reason this time.

✧ you giggle softly and shush him up with your index finger pressed up against his soft lips. "i know what you mean sampo, don't go on a big rant now you aren't in trouble." a clear sigh could be heard from sampo. "thank the stars.."

✧ " but babe! you haven't even answered my question." you gawk at sampo. "... oh well..."

✧ and now it was your turn to tease him, be prepared for a pestering and probing sampo!

卢卡 luka

✧ luka is quite stunned at first because for one, the question was out of nowhere, and two, WHAT DID HE DO THAT MADE YOU QUESTION HIM (you have a habit of asking him random questions out of nowhere)

✧ "did i do something wrong?!" is the first thing he says, he says it like it's urgent it caught you off-guard. you shake your head no and chuckle. "no, why? it's just a question don't worry."

✧ as you both were beside each other, sitting down on your couch, luka leans in closer to you where his nose is just barely touching yours. "well.." he whispers before giving you a long and tender kiss on your lips, it was soft and delicate, it wasn't intense or hot—just simple.

✧ "you, obviously." he begins as he pulled away slowly, his deep, sparkling blue eyes staring down at yours so softly and genuinely. "plus in my eyes you're the most prettiest person in the entire world, actually—no, in the universe!" the way he beamed at you as he spoke his words made your heart flutter. he was so sweet.

✧ luka's sweetness and innocence of a child (not quite literally) never failed to make you tear up, his charisma and optimistic personality pulled you in. but back to the moment. "awww luka you're too sweet ☹️" your cute lil pout made luka's head jump out of his chest and right back in, you were all too adorable.

✧ "oh you know it's nothing.. just stating the facts!" he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him where your hips touched each other.

✧ luka rested his head on top of yours, his chest heaving up and down calmly. "wait, so you would kiss me even if you only got $10 other than $1000?" you asked, not bothering to move your body to face him.

✧ "yup! i would still kiss you for free too, money or not. if you still don't believe me.." luka lifted his head off yours as he faced you, you mirrored his actions and turned to face him. "hm?"

✧ luka began to kiss your face, first your cheeks, then it was your nose, then your forehead and finally, you're lips. this time he pressed his lips onto yours for longer as he used his left hand to cup your cheek. everything about this moment was wonderful.

✧ when he finally lets go, you both are left breathless and yet still yearning for more. "do you believe me now?"

银枝 argenti

✧ argenti is quick with his response, catching you off-guard. he was just standing out in the public (well more like posing to you and other people as he always looks like he's a model posing for his pictures) when you came running to him with your phone in hand, looking quite excited. which got him excited as well.

✧ but despite the silliness of the question he quickly answers your question with no hesitation. "why, you of course. i would kiss you any day, anytime and anywhere." he spoke with such sincerity and calmness it instantly made you fold. his soft and luminous grey eyes boring into yours.

✧ argenti moves in closer to you where his chest is looming over you. but even if he was taller than you, you were quite used to him doing that so you weren't afraid at all. "why do you ask?" you shake your head and smile up at him, happy with his answer. "nothing special!!"

✧ argenti stays silent for a couple of seconds before cupping your cheeks with his hands, your hands reaching to hold his with yours, the cold, hard metallic texture. you stare up at him, confused, but don't speak. you wait for him to do whatever he needed to do.

✧ before you knew it he had leaned down, his lips barely touching yours, his hooded eyes staring down at your lips. a kiss. his lips were so warm and soft, they did not part whatsoever, it was just soft, slow, gentle and sensual kiss. his lips were softly pressed against yours for a good hot second when he gradually pulled away, the tingling and exciting sensation still lingered on your lips.

✧ when both of your lips parted, it seemed like you two had forgotten that you were out in public, unaware of the many stares that were coming your way (i mean can you blame them? they are witnessing a very gorgeous couple passionately kissing. but not in that way.)

✧ after argenti pulled away and observed your face for any signs of discomfort the corners of his lips began to pull up after seeing you smile shyly. you were so adorable. "and that would be $1010." he whispered, gently pinching your cheeks.

✧ a cheerful and tender grin grows on your face at his words. but before you could utter a word or sound your eyes land upon a rose being held right in front of you by argenti. his signature rose.

✧ "a freshly picked flower for you, my rose." he breathed, his other hand pressed against his chest as he slightly bows. what a gentlemen he is. you smile in embarrassment before gratefully take his flower and slightly bowing before thanking him and smelling the rose. "thank you so much! it's breathtaking...."

✧ "just like you."

真理医生 dr. ratio

✧ "be completely and utterly serious with me with me right now." you added, using big words to really make him think about it. not like he ever does (he's always thinking logically).

✧ ratio sighs, yes, he gave you that sigh. "what? don't give me that sigh. just tell me your answer and then go on with your life again!" you said, doing your sigh this time. ratio is clearly and visibly thinking about his answer.

✧ "wow. are you really thinking about your answer?" you spoke, raising your brow in complete confusion. ratio shoots you a stare and shakes his head. "yes, really, but the answer is simple, you." although his answer was what you wanted to hear you wanted to know why. i mean, he was your boyfriend after all but still.

✧ "i thought you said you would let me go on with my life after answering your non-sensical question." he replied bluntly, cocking his head to the side. you mumbler under your breath as he was right. "yes well just one more thing, please?" and of course, he could never say no to you.

✧ "simply because i love you. i don't need to kiss anybody, especially a random stranger that is quote-on-quote, extremely attractive, for $1000 or more. even if somebody offered me a million i wouldn't take it, simply because they are not you. your kisses are different and have a different feel compared to theirs. and i am 100% positive that their lips are probably not the best unlike yours. not only that but it would be completely unreal for me to meet someone extremely attractive in the world as nobody is. but to me, you are the most wonderful and amazing person i have ever met. and not only that but—"

✧ you roll your eyes playfully before shushing him up with a finger pressed up against his lips. "okay okay i get it smarty pants" you giggled, removing your finger from his lips. ratio only grinned upon your words.

✧ "hm, well that's a good response. you're the best!" you beamed before kissing his temple and pulling away, heat rushing to your cheeks.

✧ as you were about to walk away you stopped in your tracks, causing him to stop what he was doing and looking your way. you turned around, facing him. "did you mean everything you said?" you questioned softly. the corners of ratio's lips curled up. "of course, i promise."

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Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, and Grim: ...

Grim: Hoho, Sebek! Are you here to join us at our table?

Sebek: Hmph! No! I'm... waiting for Waka-sama and Lilia-sama to arrive.

MC: Eh? Really? *pulls out their phone*

MC: Hornton said that he and Lilia were going somewhere to sightsee, and they took Silver with them.

Sebek: Hornton... Human! Why are you still calling my liege by that nickname?!

MC: Because we're pals??

Grim: Yeah! What's wrong with calling him 'Hornton'? Myahaha! He's no longer scary now!

Sebek: What do you mean by that, Grim?! My liege is still as powerful and elegant as ever! That hasn’t changed, even with one of his horns damaged!

Ace: Geez, calm down, dude.

Deuce: And you should sit your ass down. Everyone's looking at us.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: Hmph. *takes a seat next to MC and Grim*

Epel: By the way, MC? Have you started writing your speech yet?

MC: ...

MC: What speech?

Epel: Eh?

Jack: You're going to give a speech about your adventures in the dream world. Didn't the headmage inform you?

MC: ...

MC: The written report wasn't enough?!

Crowley: Royal Sword Academy and Noble Bell College are eager to hear about it from you in person. Doesn't that make you happy?

MC: No, not really. Besides, I have more important thing to do.

Crowley: Is it about 'Mickey'?

MC: Yes.

Crowley: Hmm... How about this? If you complete this task, I will personally ask Principal Ambrose to help you research a way back.

MC: Do you actually expect me to believe that?

Crowley: Why not?

MC: You neglected your promise for more than six months, didn’t try to save me when the vines dragged me, and you forced us to take the exams without showing any form of consideration.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I am a busy person—

MC: During the winter holidays, you went on vacation while Grim and I were held hostage in Scarabia.

Crowley: ...

MC: Want me to keep going?

Crowley: ...No.

Malleus: You're back. *was playing with Grim*

Grim: Hench-human! Take the brush away from him! He's gonna make me bald!

Malleus: Doesn't it feel soothing to you?

Grim: No!

MC: What brings you here, Mal?

Malleus: I came here to assist you.

MC: Assist me...?

Malleus: Yes. Don't you remember? Before the incident, you told me that you had found a lead.

MC: Oh... Yes! *smiles*

Malleus: *smiles back* Grandmother sent some ancient texts and scrolls that might help speed up your research.

MC: Wow, she doesn't mind?

Malleus: Of course not. You've only met once, and she already considers you her friend.

Malleus: She's aware of your situation and sincerely wants to help.

MC: I see. Your grandmother is so kind.

MC: Thank heavens she isn't as grumpy as you.

Malleus: What's that? *while Grim is pushing his hand away*

MC: Nothing! You're going to translate those ancient texts, right?

Malleus: *chuckles* I don't know. Maybe you should beg?

MC: What— That's unfair!

[lycheeloving]

Why is there almost no Lex Luthor content... I saw him in Young Justice and immediately got inspired lol

Anyways, here's a yandere!Lex Luthor fic, with Superman and Batman trying to rescue you, but do they have good intentions? 👀 (gender neutral reader ofc)

Warnings for mind controlling/altering devices & substances ✌️ and general yandere stuff ofc

You're not the biggest fan of big events with many people, but with Lex at your side, you find you don't really mind anything, even the gala you're currently at.

Holding his hand, you happily watch him as he talks to rich people you couldn't care less about, when he turns to look at you.

You perk up as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You try to lean into it, but he pulls away too fast for your liking. At least you catch a whiff of his scent, he always smells so good...

"Be a doll and get yourself a drink at the bar, would you?"

Ah.

That's code for "we're going to talk about confidential business stuff". Sure. You can spend some time away from him, even if it makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. You'll do it for him!

You silently nod, reluctantly let go of his hand and start making your way across the room towards the bar.

As you're leaving, you make out the word "Justice League". They have been giving him trouble recently, is that what their conversation is about? You can never remember what exactly their issue is with him... He's just a CEO!

Unfortunately the bar is out of earshot, so you can't keep listening, which is exactly why he sent you away in the first place, but you sit on a stool from which you can still easily see him.

He always says that you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about his boring business stuff, so you don't, but he always looks so good when talking about it! So serious and in charge...

After ordering a fun looking cocktail you sigh, already missing him.

You didn't use to like alcohol, but everything tastes better now that you know him, so you indulge in the occasional drink.

You catch yourself staring at Lex. Maybe you shouldn't look at him this much? What if people think he's weird for dating someone who's this obsessed with him? You don't want that for him, he has so much to deal with already... Swishing your drink around, you try to tear your eyes away from him.

You sigh again.

Somebody slides onto the stool next to you and orders a fancy sounding drink. He turns to you.

"Are you ok? I could hear you sighing from across the room."

"I'm fine... I just miss my boyfriend." You hold back another sigh and absentmindedly trace the rim of your glass.

"Oh, so you came here alone?"

"No, he's over there." You subtly point at him. "He's just talking about some important business stuff without me right now."

"Lex Luthor?" He pulls a face as you nod.

"So you're..." He says your name. Apparently people know you! Huh. You hadn't realized.

"I'm Bruce Wayne, by the way."

Now that he mentions it, you don't know how you didn't notice it before. He is quite famous. You probably should have recognized him, but you were too distracted by how dreamy Lex looks...

"What are you doing with him? I mean, he's not known for being fun. Or kind."

He sounds like he's joking, but you don't think it's funny. Your face turns serious.

"You must not know him very well, then."

He holds up his hands in defense. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything. Or him, I guess..." He trails off.

Changing the topic with a grin, he says: "I'm guessing that means I don't have a chance with you?"

You shake your head. He can't be serious.

"...What if I shave my head? Would you consider leaving Luthor for me if I was bald?"

You crack a little smile at that. But your answer remains the same.

"No, I wouldn't leave my Lexie for anyone."

His eyes widen. "Oh, wow, so your relationship is pretty serious, then?"

Why would he even ask that?

"Of course it's serious, I love him!"

He pauses for a moment, seemingly contemplating something.

"...and does he love you?"

You gently touch the spot where Lex last pressed a kiss to your face and look in his direction, only to find he's already looking right back at you. You smile.

"He does." You're sure of it.

Bruce gets up from his chair as Lex starts making his way towards you. "Well, it's been fun, but I'm going to go find someone I actually have a chance with." And avoid a confrontation with Lex.

He winks at you. "Bye!"

You don't say anything back as he leaves, because you're too busy looking at Lex, who's now standing right in front of you. He puts his hands on the bar behind you, caging you in with his arms.

"What did Wayne want from you?"

"Oh, I don't know, nothing important." Already distracted, you reach up to play with his tie.

He raises an eyebrow. "Were you not paying attention to him? Good. Can't have you leaving me for him."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, even though you know he's just teasing you.

You would never! He smirks as if he can read your mind.

"Well, I have some more business to attend to. I have informed our driver that he is to take you home whenever you wish, while I will be returning to the office."

You pout at him. "I know your work is important, but please don't take too long. I'll miss you..."

He smirks. "I know, darling. I will hurry back to you."

The kiss he presses to your lips is eagerly reciprocated by you, before he gently pulls your hand away from his tie and goes back to the people he was talking to earlier, vanishing through the door.

No reason to stay here now that he's gone, right? You finish your drink and leave the building, but as you turn to look for your driver, you bump into someone.

You go to apologize, but the other guy is faster.

"Sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

His eyes widen and he straightens his glasses.

"Wait! You're Lex Luthors significant other, right?"

You nod with a smile. How lovely that this is what people know you as!

"I'm Clark Kent, with the Daily Planet. I've been meaning to talk to you about-"

Your smile vanishes. "No comment."

Lex told you that no matter what you say, reporters twist it in a way that makes you look bad, and that it's best not to engage.

He seems a bit disappointed at your quick response. "That's fair. But off the record, can I just ask how you met him? As far as I know, you weren't a part of these circles before you showed up on his arm one day."

"Off record?"

He nods.

You think you can trust him, at least with some of it.

"We met at my workplace. I used to be a barista."

Not knowing how to make it sound nice, you leave out the part where you thought he was rude to your coworker and reprimanded him, and how you only grudgingly agreed to go on a date with him because he cornered you after work and threatened to get your coworker fired if you refused.

But it was all a big misunderstanding! During that first date you realized that you really like him and that he's a really good guy!

He just didn't know how else you'd agree to go out with him after you were so angry at the beginning!

"So it was love at first sight?" Kent questions.

"Not first sight, maybe, but I knew he was the one during our first date. It just... felt so right."

Lex, of course, did know at first sight, but he's always been smarter than you, so it's not a surprise that he caught on more quickly.

"Well, thanks for the conversation. I'm going to find someone I can actually interview now, so my boss doesn't get too mad at me. Bye!"

He stumbles towards the building, bumping into someone else. What a clumsy guy! You catch him looking at you again before he enters through the door.

You finally make your way to the driver and get into the limo, driving home in silence.

Time for a lonely night without Lex...

After you get home and get ready for bed, you put on one of his shirts and go to sleep on his side of the bed.

That way you'll definitely wake up when he returns, because he refuses to sleep on your side. He'll have to get you out of the way somehow, probably pick you up...

Burying your face in his pillow where his scent is the strongest, you fall asleep.

A noise from the direction of Lex's home office wakes you up.

You're still on his side of the bed. Did he come home and keep working? Seriously? Maybe he'll let you sit in his lap while he finishes whatever he's doing...

Quietly walking towards his room, you hear low voices. Is Lex on a call? In the middle of the night?

As you make it to the entrance, you can finally make out words. It's not Lex.

"-only let you come because you said you could be stealthy. If I knew you'd be this loud, I would have come here alone."

You sneak a look around the door. Is that Batman? And-

"This is my city, and I know Luthor better than anyone, that's why I came along. Besides, I didn't make that much noise!"

-Superman!

You take a step back. Where is the button that alarms security again...? Next to the bed, right? You start making your way back to the bedroom, but...

"We have company."

You're almost at the button, try to start running towards it, but Superman is in front of you before you can blink. Shit.

"Sorry, can't let you inform anyone that we're here, we still haven't gotten everything we came for!"

He actually looks apologetic. What is wrong with him? Breaking into your home, but pretending to feel bad about it?

He holds onto both of your arms and leads you back into the office, where Batman is tinkering with Lex's computer. What could they be looking for?

"Well, if you're here already, we might as well ask you directly. What do you know about Luthor's mind-controlling technology?" Batman asks you.

Mind-controlling? What would Lex need that for?

"I- I think you've got the wrong person. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"People who usually would never cooperate with Luthor have started working for him, so I got suspicious. After some research I was able to figure out that he uses microchips to control them. But we haven't been able to figure out how to extract them without causing damage to the person they've been installed in."

Batman takes a step towards you.

"So I'll ask one more time. What do you know?"

You really have no idea what he's talking about.

"Wh- What would Lex even use that for? I don't understand!"

"Batman, are you sure they know anything? We're already 99% sure there's a chip inside of them as well, maybe one of its effects is not remembering anything about the chips?"

"It was worth a try." Batman turns to look at Superman. "I assume this means you haven't checked for a chip yet? Make yourself useful and use your x-ray vision."

"Oh, right! Right..." Superman mumbles. "No need to be rude about it."

He focuses his gaze on you. It's pretty unnerving, knowing he's looking inside of you. There's nothing you could hide from him, nothing you could do to make him stop looking at you. You hope he's really only looking inside of you...

After looking at you for too long for comfort, he chimes up: "Yep, there's a chip! Right in the shoulder."

Of course there's a chip in your shoulder, but that doesn't mean you're being controlled!

"That's just a tracker! Lex put it there in case I'm ever kidnapped or something, so he'll immediately know where I am!"

"...You let him put a tracker in you? Voluntarily?" Superman seems confused.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" You're confused as well. Why wouldn't you let him? He did it because he loves you! To take care of you!

Batman doesn't seem to care, only humming in acknowledgement and going back to fiddling with the computer.

That reminds you that Lex put another gadget on you...

Your necklace (beautiful, expensive, and of the letters "LL") sends him a discreet emergency signal as soon as you take it off! You just need to be able to reach it...

"Um... Superman?" You crane your neck to look up at him.

"Do you have to hold onto me like that? I mean, just, what could I do to get away, right?"

You look up at him and try to look as confused and innocent as possible.

You glance at Batman. He seems to not be interested in your conversation at all, instead focusing on the computer. Good.

"You're fast enough to immediately catch me, before I could even take a tiny step! Just- This position is kind of awkward to be in, right?"

Please fall for it, please fall for it...

"Sure, you've been pretty cooperative so far, I don't think we have anything to worry about with you..."

He chuckles, almost embarrassed, then reluctantly lets go of his hold on your arms, flexing his hands.

Holy shit. It worked.

"Nice, thanks!" You smile. What an idiot.

Now you just have to play it cool...

Act natural and normal and not like you're up to anything...

You reach up to rub your neck, as if having turned it to look up at Superman strained it.

Well, it did, but you're mostly doing it to get your hands near the necklace. And now you just have to-

The necklace opens with a quiet click, followed by an alarm sounding from the computer.

Right. You forgot it sends a signal to all of Lex's technology, including the computer in this room. Oops.

Oh well, doesn't really make a difference if they're aware that you alarmed Lex or not. What could they do about it now?

Both Superman's and Batman's heads snap towards you. You smile. Lex should be on his way now.

"Superman, why would you let go of-" Batman cuts himself off. "Doesn't matter. I have the information we came here for. Let's go."

"Are we just going to leave them here?" Superman sounds concerned.

Batman walks towards you, holding something up to your face. "No."

It smells weird, what is that? You feel dizzy, try to pull your head away from it, but Batman is holding onto you, you can't move.

Then, everything goes black.

You wake up on a bed in a bright, unfamiliar room with an ache in your shoulder.

There's a bandage in the spot where your tracker is. Or, used to be, you assume.

Rude of them, to dig around in your body without your permission.

Lex will freak out when he hears about this. He must be looking for you already.

What is this, some kind of infirmary? Where exactly are you?

Just when you decide to get up and try to leave or find out more about where you are, Superman enters the room.

"Oh, you're awake!" He gently pushes you to lie back down. You don't object, you know how strong he is, even if he is being careful right now.

"You shouldn't get up yet, your body should still be adjusting to the chip being gone."

He looks at you with curiosity. Or with hope? You can't quite tell what his expression means.

"Which, by the way, do you feel any different? About Luthor? Any memories popping up that you couldn't remember before?"

Now that he mentions it, some of your time with Lex seems... clearer. You suddenly remember the whole chip thing. And that he's constantly trying to fight (and kill) Superman and the rest of the Justice League. And a bunch of immoral business choices. And villain stuff.

But you still love him.

"I don't feel any different."

Lex must have had a good reason to block those memories from your mind.

Maybe it was for exactly this scenario, so that if the Justice League kidnapped you, you wouldn't be able to tell them anything! Unfortunately they were able to restore those memories, but that doesn't mean that you have to tell them that and make it easier for them!

Superman looks disappointed. "Oh... That's unfortunate."

Why does he seem to be so invested in this? Just because he hates Lex? What does he care if Lex is in a relationship, that shouldn't concern him at all!

"So can I go now?" You throw your legs over the side of the bed and sit up again.

"I mean, now that you know that I wasn't influenced by that chip? You can't keep me here, that would be kidnapping!"

It already is kidnapping, technically.

"Sorry, I can't let you leave." He doesn't look super apologetic about this.

"Batman is still working on something."

"I'm done working on it, actually," Batman responds.

Wait, when did Batman get here? You didn't hear him enter the room...

Superman perks up. "And did you find anything?"

"I did." Batman turns to you, his expression even more serious than usual.

"Blood tests revealed that you are affected by a toxin that messes with your pheromones. After digging through more information on Luthors computer, I was able to find correspondence between him and Poison Ivy. Apparently they made a concoction that is specific to your dna, meaning only you are affected by it, and it causes you to be attracted to him alone. He must have used it as an aftershave or perfume, but it seems pretty long lasting. The effects should last up to a month after exposure."

No. That can't be true.

"You're lying. Lex wouldn't do that. He had no reason to do that, I love him!"

Batman ignores you. "Luckily I was able to synthesize an antidote. Hold still."

You don't hold still, of course, trying to scramble off of the bed, but Superman holds onto you.

"Shhhh, calm down. You'll feel better soon," he whispers, his mouth unnervingly close to your ear.

Batman gets closer to you with a syringe, preparing to inject you with a green liquid.

"This is going to hurt."

"Wait!" you try to protest, but-

-you feel the syringe enter your skin, and then you feel pain. In your entire body.

It hurts! Why does it hurt so much!

You squirm in Superman's grip. Your head feels like it's going to explode.

There's nothing but pain for a few seconds that feel like eternity.

But then- nothing.

You feel nothing. No pain. And-

"Holy shit." You blink.

"Holy SHIT."

What did that fucker do to you?

"I was in a relationship with Lex Luthor? Why did nobody stop me! What is wrong with everyone!"

You blink again.

"I mean, I guess you stopped me. So... thank you?"

Superman lets go of you, seemingly content that you've come to your senses.

Batman seems to be holding back a smirk.

You're not done processing everything yet.

"Why would he-"

You forget what you were going to say and gasp, distracted by a new thought.

"Wait, what the fuck am I going to do now! Where can I go? I moved in with him and he made me break off contact with all of my friends! I don't have an apartment anymore or friends to stay with!"

You look at the two heroes. "D- Do you think he'll look for me? Probably, right? I mean, we were going to get married."

You feel sick.

"Wait, is an engagement legally binding? Fuck. Can I just leave? We didn't make it public yet, but that doesn't make a difference, right? Fuck!"

Superman puts his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll take care of all of that. We won't allow him anywhere near you ever again."

Batman adds on: "And you can stay in the Watchtower for now. That's the safest place for you. He won't manage to get in here."

You frown. "Are you sure that's ok? I don't want to be a burden..."

Superman's smile gets wider, it's almost creepy.

Batman moves closer to you, putting his hand on your other shoulder. You're starting to feel a bit smothered.

"We'll gladly take care of you. For however long it takes."

You wonder if that means forever.

[moonstruckme]

hey Mae!! i was wondering if I could request reader taking care of Peter who has somehow come down with a cold (unless you've written something like this before)

have a great day!! <33

You have a great day too angel !!

cw: one vaguely suggestive joke

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 547 words

There’s a sneeze as you enter the bedroom, followed by a thwack. 

You both look up to the splatter of webbing stuck to your ceiling. Peter sniffles.

“I’ll, uh…I’ll get that in a second.” 

“No, it’s okay,” you say, uncertainty creeping into your tone. “I can get it.” 

“How?” 

“I’ll…we have a ladder, right?” 

Peter sinks back into his pillows with a thick sniffle and an air of resignation. “It’ll dissolve eventually.” 

“Oh. Good.” You remember what you left for, hurrying the still-hot washcloth to Peter’s side. He’s paled from winter, and it shows now, your sunshiney boy all flushed cheeks and raw nose. He lets out a congested little sigh as you smooth the cloth over his eyes and forehead. 

“Mmmmygod.” 

You grin. “Wow,” you say. “You sound more excited about this thing than you do about me sometimes.” 

It’s a bald-faced lie, but since Peter isn’t up to much teasing lately you’ve been trying to take up the mantle. It’s a lucky thing that he already loves you, because you’re not very good at it. Still, he plays along well enough. 

“Shut up. I can still web you to the radiator.” 

“No, I don’t think so,” you hum, running your thumbs over the washcloth where you know his eyebrows are. You’re rewarded with an open-mouthed sigh. “I’m not scared of you. You’re barely even Spider-Man anymore; you’re snot-man now.” 

There’s a pause. 

“Babe.” Peter lifts one side of the washcloth just to give you a droll look. Never let it be said that your boyfriend doesn’t have a proclivity for drama. “That was awful.” 

You bite your lip to contain a laugh. 

“Like, really bad.” 

“I’m sorry! I’m trying to pick up your slack here.” 

“It’s not…” Peter lets the washcloth fall back into place, sighing as though it’s you exhausting him and not the cold. Secretly, you suspect he’s taken to the sighing because he can’t breathe out of his nose. “It doesn’t count if it’s that weak.” 

“I don’t think you realize how much you’re asking of me here.” You begin soothing your thumbs over his sinuses again, voice light and teasing. “I’m warming up washcloths, I’m making jokes, I’m going to get that soup you like from the deli…” 

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.” Peter slides the cloth up to his forehead to make soft eyes at you. “Kiss?” 

“Not on your life, Parker.” 

His lips twitch. “Who’s the sick one now? That was sick.” 

“Your jokes are getting worse, too, you know.” 

“I’m just saying, we could’ve been in this together.” 

You hum, feeling the washcloth with your hand. It’s starting to cool. “And then who would get your deli soup?” 

“Yeah, whatever.” A funny expression comes over Peter’s face, just before his breathing starts to hitch. 

You both lunge for the tissue box on the nightstand at the same time. Only, Peter sneezes halfway there, and by the time you get to it the opening where the tissues come out has been webbed shut. 

“Um.” You pick the box up by the sides, turning it over to look at it. “Is this going to dissolve too, or…” 

Peter wipes his wrist under his nose, looking sheepish. “We could cut it open with scissors.” 

“I’ll just get a new one.” 

[limethefirst]

Void Runners Pt. 1

pairings: Deadpool x Wolverine x teen!reader

warnings: contains heavy spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, swearing, blood, the normal deadpooly stuff

summary: Reader has been trapped in the void for a few months now, after getting into trouble with the TVA, when they suddenly stumble upon a Deadpool and a Wolverine.

Part 2 / Part 3

a/n: if this gets popular enough I might write a part two, I'm having Deadpool and Wolverine brainrot, also this is unedited so pls tell me if you see mistakes

It had been 4 months since you had been sent to the Void; the apocalyptic like plain, becoming what you had accepted as your new home.

You were a time traveler, that had accidently messed up some big event and that caused the TVA to come and take care of you. You weren't sure what the big event was, something about some saving some rich guys parents. You thought you were doing a good thing by it but apparently not.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore, you were now stuck here. You'd been alone most of the time, sometimes seeing other people but you had learned quickly into your stay that these others were part of this group formed by Cassandra Nova, an insanely powerful woman who you never dared cross paths with.

Until unfortunately today.

Sadly you stumbled upon the wrong people at the wrong time. As you were walking through the dusty plains, you saw two men falling from the sky, thinking back on your heroic days you felt obligated to help out. That was not the best idea, you tried to go up to the men but instead they started arguing when a fight suddenly broke out between them. By the time the fight had ended you had blood all over your (as clean as they can be in the void) shoes.

"Augh, I just cleaned these too." Is what seemed to snap the men out of whatever had just happened.

"Oh my gosh! How long has the movie been out? Five days, and we are already getting reader inserts? Wow!" The man in the red mask said to no one in particular, "And what might your name be sunshine?"

"Uh Y/N, are you guys okay, you seem to be stabbed in a lot of places?" You answered a bit concerned after seeing two men almost tear each other apart.

"Oh this? Sorry, my partner here has weird kinks-" The strange man is cut off by the other seemingly older man punching him in the jaw. "See what I mean kiddo?"

"Enough Wade." The older man gruffed, his arms crossing as he shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Whatever you say sugar cube!" The man known as Wade looked back at you, "Oh you must be wondering who we are huh! Well this hairy beast of a man is the one and only Wolverine, and I am your friendly neighbor Deadpool!" Wolverine looked at you and sighed at the at his 'partners' antics.

From there things only went downhill, and that is how you were stuck with them being hauled off to Cassandra Nova's lair.

"Awee are we having a flashback already?!" Deadpool's annoying voice rang from in front of you. Currently you were stuck in a ball like cage with, Johnny Storm, Wolverine and Deadpool.

Johnny began to explain to the men where we were all headed, going over the basics of who were about to meet and the type of woman Cassandra was. You looked a bit ahead as you noticed you were already here.

As you guys had come to a stop you saw the others being throw out of the cage, you held up your chained hands to the man before they could throw you as well, "I got it, thanks" jumping out before you got tossed as well.

At the same time you got down you heard Deadpool's odd comment, "Huh, Paul Rudd finally aged." You turned down at the man slightly and gave him a quick look of confusion unsure what he was talking about; his partner seemingly unphased by the comment, most likely used to it.

Looking ahead ignoring the bickering next happening to your right, you saw what seemed to be a bald woman in the mouth of the giant skull. As the dust cleared you could see her get up from the wheelchair she was sitting on, "What was the point of the wheelchair.." You dully commented.

Deadpool adding on, "Oh ableism great, that's not gonna go over well with the Woke mob!"

You looked at your surroundings, no longer caring about the scene unfolding before you, Deadpool began to talk with Cassandra, somehow coming up on the topic of a coke, loving roommate.

After a bit more talking between the two you hear Deadpool slandering Cassandra, and then telling her it was all Johnny who said it. This brought back your attention just in time to see Johnny's skin ripped from his skeleton.

"Not my favorite Chris." Deadpool says, not having much remorse for the scene in front of him.

"You piece of shit you just got him fucking killed." Wolverine adds, pointing at the remains of Johnny.

"Awe I kinda liked him," You mumbled to yourself, as Wolverine looked at you with a look of discouragement on his face, almost as if saying not to get Deadpool started with this.

"Hey we are all grieving," Deadpool yells, "He doesn't know what he was doing to the budget." He mumbled the last part.

Cassandra ignored his words and walked past the group, "Shush, Alioth's hungry."

"There must be some kind of mistake," Deadpool started again, "Big yellow is an anchor being and I'm Marvel Jesus, MJ if you're nasty." Cassandra turned her head a little as you stood next to them listening to their story, not getting the chance to hear it earlier. "This may be hard to hear but there's another British villain, he's gonna destroy my universe and I'm gonna stop him."

"Oh honey you don't really strike me as the world saving type." Cassandra answered him, this seemed to upset the laidback man. You watched as he seemed to straighten himself up hearing that. "Did I hit a nerve?" She turns back, almost sarcastically.

"I didn't want it to come to this," Deadpool says, "Either you help us or my friend here is gonna sing the entire second act of Music Man with no warm up"

You look at him confused, "What the hell is that?"

"Where'd you get the chair?" Wolverine asks Cassandra as she walks back towards the skull.

She quickly answers, "Every once in a while we get a Charles here, never mind though, he didn't care to find me."

Deadpool leans back seemingly annoyed, "Ughh Gen Z and their trauma bragging!" He shoots you a quick glance, "Can't you just stuff it down and turn it into a cancer like the rest of us?"

"But I'm not like the rest of you, except maybe the Wolverine, now we could be truly terrifying together." A light smile graced Cassandra's face as she watches you guys.

You watch their exchange a little more before you notice the purple mist coming up behind you guys slowly getting closer. As you turn back around you see Wolverine getting dragged through the ground and Deadpool backing up.

"I am so not with them." You tell Cassandra hoping that doesn't happen to you.

"Oh yes they are." Deadpool fires back, making sure he isn't next. Unfortunately for him he was, you watched as Cassandra got behind him and put her fingers in his head.

She began to whisper something and within the next minute she let go. Deadpool shook his head and started rambling yet again, "You are so mean! I could taste your fingers! They taste like hate, and where in God's name is the intimacy coordinator?!"

"You're so lost Mr Wilson, long before you came here." Cassandra told him.

He took out his knife and held it up, "This is baby knife, she's gonna fuck you in the face now."

Cassandra looked at the knife at back at him, "If you're going to kill me it's going to take more then a little blade."

"How about six?" Before she could say anything else, Wolverine came up behind her and stabbed her with his claws.

"Holy shit" You said covering your mouth.

Before you could celebrate, Cassandra began laughing and fell from the claws, "This has been fun but the big guy needs to eat and the rent is due." She turned around walking away as a looming shadow of darkness rose above the skeleton you were in.

Before anyone had a chance to say anything people had scattered and Deadpool grabbed you and hoisted you up over his shoulder taking you towards the machine Wolverine was trying to fix for an escape.

You hadn't a second to say anything because the next thing you knew, you were being taken with them hopefully away from the giant monster.

[drmaddict]

Keep Out

Summary: modern!Aemond takes his girlfriend home with him for the semester break over summer. He had already forgotten that he barely got any peace and quiet in his old room.

Wordcount: 1.717

Warnings: tiny smuttish part, but also not really, mentions of an unwanted lap dance, lots and lots of fluff

Present

They heard something rumbling loudly against the door. "Urgh. Fuck. Aemond?" shouted Aegon through the door.

(Y/n) laughed silently and shook an equally smirking Aemond, who was lying on her stomach.

2 months before

Aemond was unusually nervous for his ratio. He had never brought anyone home before. It was unusual. He felt strangely naked, as she paced around his room, looking at the books and posters from his school days.

When a grin appeared on her face, he knew immediately what was coming.

"Aha!" She pulled the CD case from the shelf and held it up triumphantly. "I knew it!",she grinned at him.

He just rolled his eyes and put the My Chemical Romance CD back in its place. "Behave.", was all he said.

Her smile softened. Her arms gently wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"Close the door! Would you?", they heard someone laugh. None other than Aegon stood in the doorway and grinned at them both. "We don't want mummy to think you're promiscuous."

"Wow. That was a difficult word for you.", Aemond replied in a calm voice, but (Y/n) could see the tension in his jaw.

"At least I'm not a twenty-year-old virgin.", Aegon rolled his eyes and walked away again.

(Y/n) scratched his neck reassuringly. "So this is Aegon?"

He grumbled in agreement, annoyed.

"You exaggerated a bit with his hair. I was almost expecting a half bald head.", she turned his mind to another topic, knowing full well that he was largely uncomfortable with the subject of sex.

"You didn't see him after rehab. He was close."

She laughed lightly.

He lay relaxed on the bed. (Y/n) half beneath him. His head lay on her chest and he savoured the delicate fingers, as they ran over his scalp and through his long strands.

Sleeptoken was playing softly in the background, but he focussed more on her heartbeat, which he could now hear so clearly.

His eyes had fallen shut at the caresses, his breathing was calm and deep.

Everything was beautiful. Everything was good. Everything-

"Aemond we - Oh sorry."

Both their gazes shot in the direction of the roughly flung open door. His mum stood in the doorway, a little embarrassed. "We'll order something from the Italian. Please come downstairs... And put a shirt on Aemond!"

He dropped his face into the crook of her neck and groaned in annoyance. "I should have taken a hotel.", he grumbled.

She kissed his temple. "Just locking up is cheaper, I think."

"We don't have to.", she explained quietly.

Aemond shook his head. "I want to try it.", he admitted, still looking nervous. "But only on you for now.", he confessed quickly.

She stroked his hair. "Okay."

"You sure?"

She nodded with a smile.

Aemond cleared his throat. He had come a long way since he was a boy and a teenager, but the memory of that night was still so present.

Aegon had dragged him along to his birthday. He doesn't know what he'd expected, but it hadn't been a stripper.

He and his friends had cheered her on as she danced on Aemonds lap. He had never felt so overwhelmed und uncomfortable. The fact that he had come in his pants less than two minutes later had, of course, taken the mockery to the extreme.

They had bawled and Aemond had simply run away until he could lock himself in the bathroom, where he washed himself three times in a row in an attempt to wash off the shame.

"Hey." He felt her hand on his cheek. He pulled himself from his memory. "It's just me here. No one else." She smiled so warmly at him again. And she was right. The rest of his family was gone tonight, except for Haelena. But she rarely left her bugs voluntarily anyway.

He nodded, but still buried his face briefly on her shoulder. "Can I?," he asked, stroking her waistband with his fingers.

She nodded with a smile.

He carefully slipped his hand under the elasticated fabric and immediately came across the top of her panties. He looked at her questioningly again. She simply nodded. His fingers travelled deeper. He felt light stubble and took in the slightly scratchy feeling beneath his fingertips. He drew a few exploratory circles.

"Does that bother you?", she asked a little hesitantly, but he immediately shook his head.

"Not at all."

He let his fingers wander deeper until he felt what he was looking for. He groped around a little awkwardly and blindly. Searching for what he had already read about. She tenderly pushed her hand towards his. Grasped his fingers and brought them into position. She calmly showed him how to move them. He followed her with concentration.

She sighed slightly and withdrew her hand again. He tried himself out. Experimented. Memorised what caused which reaction.

And he realised, that this was okay. It was even kind of nice. It was-

The door to his room opened again. Helaena poked her head into the room. She didn't pay any attention to the situation of the two of them, frantically trying to present themselves in a more socially acceptable manner.

"Helaena!", shouted Aemond reprovingly.

She looked absolutely neutral in return. "Have you seen my Tarantula? She's run off."

"Your what?", asked (Y/n) immediately in alarm.

"My Tarantula. She-"

"Rethorical question.", explained Aemond immediately. "And no."

"Okay."

The door closed again.

"Please tell me that Tarantula is the name of your cat."

"Don't worry about it. The creature is ancient. It probably just turned to dust."

"Found her!", Heelena shouted from the corridor.

"Great.", Aemond called back, only slightly annoyed.

(Y/n) was still sitting tensely on his bed. "What do you say we-"

"Chinese or Thai?" he asked.

"Chinese."

"I'll just wash my hands and get the car.", he explained and stood up humbly. Would he ever have a quiet evening in this house?

"I love you.", she called after him tensely.

"Love you too.", he called back with a sigh. 

They made out violently. She was sitting on his old desk and had her legs wrapped around his hips like a snake.

His centre kept twitching slightly forward. His family was gone, even his sister, and the damn door was locked.

Aemond pressed himself against her even more than he already did. His hands wandered under her top. His lips broke away from hers and travelled to her neck. He was ready. He was sure. He felt comfortable with her. He wanted this.

"To bed?", he asked, slightly out of breath.

She nodded eagerly. "Please.", she sighed. He lifted her from the table and carried her towards the bed. She took off her own top and threw it somewhere. He did the same.

She was already sitting down on the mattress and pushed herself into the middle of it, when Aemond tried to get out of his trousers.

He lay down on top of her. Their lips met. He sighed, when he felt her hands on his bare back.

He was just sliding his hands into the waistband of her trousers when he heard the click of the lock. He frantically threw half of the blanket over (Y/n) to cover her body as his grandfather stood in the doorway.

He looked at them both in astonishment.

"Excuse me.", he nodded briefly to (Y/n). "Otto Hightower. The grandfather." He introduced himself impassively.

"Hello." (Y/n) waved back, overwhelmed.

"You still have my encyclopaedia.", he explained, turning to Aemond.

He looked at him perplexed. "Couldn't you have just called me?"

Otto just raised an eyebrow. "The book, Aemond.", he demanded.

Aemond stood up angrily, took the book from the shelf and pressed it into his grandfather's hand.

"Could we have some privacy now, please?"

Otto just waved him off. "But don't get her pregnant. We don't need any more complaints like your brother's."

He didn't even look at them again. He simply left the house.

Aemond breathed in and out in a controlled manner.

He turned round with a jerk and pulled his trousers back on.

"Aemond, it's all-"

"Get dressed. We're driving."

"Driving? Where?"

"To a hotel.", he explained curtly and held out her top.

(Y/n) looked at him in surprise. "So we're not stopping?", she asked, half teasingly, half cheerfully.

Aemond looked at her insistently. "Not if you don't want to."

She smiled. "Let's go then."

The night was mild. Mild enough that they didn't try to put as much distance between them as possible. Just touching fingers or knuckles.

No. Aemond had snuggled up to her chest and (Y/n) held him in a relaxed grip.

They both lingered in the land of dreams, knowing that the door was locked and the key was still in it.

They had had their peace and quiet all evening. No one had gotten on their nerves. Aemond had snuggled up to her as he usually only did in his own flat. A place where no one could go without his permission. The key in the lock wasn't the highend security system in his flat, but it reassured him enough.

Even in his dreams, he still had the feeling that he had finally triumphed when he was suddenly and rudely torn from this world.

A loud, breaking sound rang out. The sound crashed into the room like a bang.

And with the noise, Aegon smashed in too.

"Oaaa! Fuck!", he exclaimed, annoyed, then he laughed clearly drunk.

Aemond and (Y/n) immediately sat upright in bed. (Y/n) looked perplexed at Aegon.

Aemond looked at the hole in the wall that had once been his door, now lying as splinters of wood on the floor.

"I didn't get the curve.", Aegon laughed, still on the floor. "Sorry little brother."

Present

"Stable.", (Y/n) stated, when she had her laughter under control again.

"Steel core with a security lock. Standard for banks.", explained Aemond relaxed.

He firmly grabbed her hand, which she had withdrawn during her fit of laughter, and put it back on his head.

"Don't stop.", he just sighed and closed his eye again. A slight smile played around his lips.

She kissed the top of his head with a smile and complied.

[sosasturns]

blurb, shoota!chris

your night was already long as shit—feet hurting, voice hoarse, the smell of liquor clinging to your skin—but you were almost done. one last table and you were out.

as you grabbed the last bottle of 1942 for the night, your phone buzzed in your waist pouch.

chris.

you picked up, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you maneuvered through the packed club. “what?”

“i’m outside.” his voice was low, easy. “i gotta take a piss, so i’ma come in real quick.”

you barely even reacted, too busy dodging a drunk dude stumbling past. “okay? do what you gotta do.”

chris let out a short laugh before you hung up, tucking your phone away.

a few minutes later, you were making your way toward the back of the club, bottle in one hand, tray of glasses in the other, fully prepared to be out of there in the next ten minutes. but as soon as you stepped up to your last section, you stopped dead in your tracks.

chris.

posted up, all relaxed, hand to his chest like he was deep in conversation.

with her.

you blinked, brows furrowing as you took her in—edges crunchy, brows too bold, them damn fried split ends. you ain’t recognize her at first, but the longer you stared, the more the pieces came together.

one of his old bitches.

your stomach twisted, but you kept your expression neutral, pushing past chris to get to the table.

“excuse me.” your voice was smooth, unbothered, but the way your shoulder bumped his as you moved said otherwise.

he barely even looked at you. still talking.

you popped the bottle, starting at the end of the table—right with the bitch he was chopping it up with.

she smiled up at you, fake as hell. “thank you.”

you ignored her, moving down the line, pouring the rest of the shots, fully aware that chris was still standing there, still engaging in conversation like you wasn’t right there.

when you finished, you turned on your heels, eyes locking on chris’s as you held out your hand.

“let me hold the car key,” you said, voice laced in attitude. “since you wanna be in here chatting it up.”

his lips twitched like he wanted to smirk, but he played it cool, digging into his pocket and dropping the key in your palm.

the girl looked between the two of you, brows raising slightly.

you didn’t say shit else, just turned and strutted off, clocking out and saying bye to your girls before heading straight to chris’s car.

you sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, foot tapping against the floor, waiting.

waiting.

waiting.

this motherfucker was still in there.

your jaw clenched as you pulled out your phone, tapping his name and putting the call on facetime.

it rang twice before he picked up.

“what?” chris answered, voice laced with amusement.

you sucked your teeth, voice loud as hell.

“drive me home first, then come back here and talk to that bald-headed ass bitch.”

the second you said it, you heard a “oh wow” from the background, followed by laughter.

chris just smirked, shaking his head, tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

he knew damn well you was in your mood.

@ sosasturns

[halfwayhearted]

As We Bloom — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where he’s spotted attending one of your matches, and aside from the panic, you feel a wave of… contentment.

Word Count: 1.5K+

Disclaimer/s — Trying to do more blurbs like this… errr. So! Reader is a player for Barca Femeni and 18! Uhhhh, god wow this feels all over the place. I struggled badly if u couldn’t tell

A/N: HI. Another request by @redbulldoesntgiveyouwings ofc! Reading, ‘She’s trying hard to prove herself as a striker, but the wingers aren’t giving her much help. The Barca men notice she’s struggling. Might have a thing with Pau or another younger player. Then, she sees the whole Barca team at one of her matches (Supercopa 2025, VISCA BARCA), and she’s about to cry from all the emotions.’ So! I summarized it, and some might not align with what you said and for that, I’m sorry… but! We came up with a few ideas :3 may you enjoy!

Your first thought was, ‘He’s watching me today?’

And then it was, ‘Oh, my God. Pau’s watching me today.’ For the first time since the two of you made things official, he’s here. You were quick to stiffen, running a rough hand over your face. Get back into the game—you can worry about it later.

You have enough to worry about already, trying your utmost to create chances for your teammates, to no avail—not that you minded. It was an incredibly tough match, but you’d hope.

The two of you had thought it best to keep things private. Private was good, or at least that’s what you thought. As your teammate passed you the ball, you went on autopilot, the simple yet important action snapping you back into reality. He’s here—whoop-de-doo! Come back, will you?

Maneuvering across the pitch with ease, you realized you’d be surrounded if you didn’t pass, so you did just that. You ran farther down and were met with it once again, your gaze trained on the object and the object alone. You were closer…

Closer, and closer. The box was right there.

Acting as if you were about to pass it on, you kept your gaze on Aitana, striking at the last second, your eyes flickering to the net while you watched.

It’s deflected by the opposing player, sending the keeper off-guard, missing by literally just an inch.

Your eyes widen at that, a big, bright grin gracing your lips as you’re quickly surrounded by your teammates, all plastered with matching smiles.

You just fucking scored.

The expression stays on your face even after the final whistle is blown. Why? Because you guys are Supercopa Champions. You guys are champions.

Six to zero sounded crazy.

You contributed.

Upon receiving your medal shortly after, you try to find Pau once again, only to realize it wasn’t just him who came, but Lamine, Héctor—even Balde. It was sickening to you, and your eyes welled up with unshed tears as you made your way to stand beside your team. You watched as Alexia gently took the trophy into her hands and made her way toward you all, bouncing with pure excitement.

Finally, she lifts it up into the air.

This team was your everything, and this moment just solidified that. Cursed chances be damned.

That’s how it was for the next fifteen-ish minutes until things started to wind down. Your smile threatened to widen when you lifted your head once again for what seemed like the tenth time.

He was still here. Not once had he left, not that you expected him to, but you know. It meant a lot.

Pau’s eyes met yours, and he tilted his head, as if asking, ‘Meet you after?’ Uh, duh. You nodded.

As you rushed toward the locker rooms, the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention, sending a thrill of recognition through you. You knew exactly who it was. Whirling around, you discovered your assumptions were spot on. Not only was it him standing there, but the rest trailing behind.

All you truly wanted in this moment was to be in his arms, as corny as that may sound. You need it.

Wasting no time, the excitement that had been coursing through your veins propelled you to jog toward him, your body crashing into his. You heard the sound of his laughter in your ear, making you nestle your face deeper into his shoulder. “I didn’t know you were here, you idiot.”

“I had to,” Pau murmured softly against your neck before pulling back. “That was an insane goal.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but his words were enough to make you endure the pain for just a little while longer. Then, the sound of someone clearing their throat made you wince.

Right… pulling away completely (fighting the urge to squirm under Pau’s lingering hand on the small of your back), you tilt your head. “Thank you guys so much for coming, seriously. It means a lot.”

Lamine winks. “Anything to see the team win.”

“Anything to see the team win?” Your eyebrows raise. “You’re acting like you knew we’d win.”

“Well, didn’t you? Win?” The Fort boy speaks up, his arm lazily slung over Alejandro’s shoulder.

“I mean—” you stammer. “Like, yeah… it was still super rough. Oh, my God! Did you see their foul?”

“You had it though,” one said, and they all agreed.

Oh, you loved them so incredibly bad. “Thank you guys again. Seeing you helped me a lot, I swear.”

Pau quirks a brow at that. “Really?”

“No. Are you kidding me? I almost shit myself just from seeing you alone,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Imagine how I felt finding out you guys were all here.” That was true; you totally panicked.

Laughter fills your ears and you’re glad they’re able to find some amusement in your temporary misery. Then, “It was a good game,” Balde said, his voice soft. “But we have to get going soon.”

“Ah, you’re right! I should go too—uh, I’ll talk to you later?” You utter, looking over at Pau, who shoots his friends a look you don’t understand.

You don’t notice, but they now have knowing looks on their faces as they walk away, offering their goodbyes, which you gratefully return.

Once they’re gone, and it’s just the two of you, he pinches the fabric of your jersey in his fingers and guides you toward him once again, the action causing you to stumble into Pau. Slowly, before you can even process what he’s doing, his lips are delicately on yours. Taking your breath away.

You smile into the kiss, your hands coming to cradle his jaw while his slide over your waist. It’s short; you don’t mind. “Huh, good game kiss?”

“Good game kiss,” he murmured.

“Man, I’ve really got to try and score more, huh?” Your words are teasing, but there’s an underlying truth in them that makes him place another soft peck on your temple. “Are you leaving already?”

Pau shakes his head. “I’ll wait for you out here. Take your time, spend time with the team, yeah?”

“If you insist,” you hum, your hands trailing down to his forearms and you squeeze gently. “I won’t be long—and I know you’ll say that you don’t care, but I do. I’ll be back!” And with that, you leave.

He follows you with his gaze until you disappear from his sight. To think you had been overthinking the entire match just to have it end how he knew it would be was everything, and he hopes you know that you truly do belong here.

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DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @levidazai + @ferrarifudds + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms + @paucubarsisimp ! ౨ৎ (LMK. LMK.)

[cosmerelists]

Randomly Assembled Cosmere Roommates: How Will They Fare?

[Note: This post contains major WAT spoilers!]

@truthwatcherblog created a poll (which should still be going on, if I've gotten my dates right?) wherein you spin a picker wheel to randomly assign yourself three Stormlight roommates. With OP's permission, I'm going to use their picker wheel not to give myself roommates, but to create trios of Stormlight characters who now must room together. Let's see how it goes!

[I faithfully adhered to the picker wheel except for skipping repeats. Lin Davar came up THREE times!]

1. Lopen, the Nightwatcher, Cord

The Nightwatcher would stay holed up in her room all day, leaving mostly just Lopen & Cord, who did travel together during Dawnshard...a story in which we learned that Lopen has a huge crush on Cord. Hopefully they'd sort that out pretty quick so that it doesn't turn into a Wayne/Ranette situation. 

Cord: And this is my girlfriend, Rysn. Lopen: Well okay, but I'm not gonna stop trying to impress you with my jokes and manly ways! Cord: ...To try to win me over? Lopen: No, I mostly just like making people laugh and and I like being complimented. For my manly ways. Cord: I can live with that. Nightwatcher: [Through the closed door and the ten million blankets that she shrouds herself in] Can someone please bring me ice cream? 

2. Moash, Lin Davar [Shallan's dad], Syl

[sing-song voice] Someone is getting muuuurdered!

Lin: Are you stupid as well as blind, dark-eyes? I SAID to pour me wine! Moash: [already drawing his sword] Syl: In this house, we stan some extrajudicial killings. 

3. Lezian, Masha-daughter-Shaliv [Szeth's wife], Maya

This household is never at peace.

Lezian: I CAN'T do the dishes, I'm busy STALKING and KILLING people! Maya: [arms folded] A good soldier doesn't shy away from unglamorous work. Maya: You can be a "killing slut" later. Lezian: STOP CALLING ME THAT Masha (busy writing): Hey guys, what's a synonym for "bald"?

4. Skar, Rock, Kmakl [Queen Fen's husband]

It all works out great once they set some boundaries.

Skar: No more sex with your wife in the living room without warning us first. Kmarkl: Fiiiiine. Skar: We all love your stew, Rock, but sometimes other people want to use the big pot, too. Rock: Fair enough, fair enough! Rock: And you, Skar, need to stop throwing our stuff out the window just because we leave them lying around! Kmarkl: I couldn't find my lucky socks for two weeks! Skar: ... Skar: Wow, living together really is about compromise. 

5. Roshone, Huio, Taravangian

Mostly, I feel sorry for Huio.

Roshone: Can't believe my wife kicked me out. Can't belive I have to have roommates. Taravangian: Nobody go into the basement, okay? I'm using it to store my...stuff. Roshone: Why does your "stuff" require so much sound-proofing, anyway? Taravangian: It's, uh, a playroom for my...noisy grandchildren? Roshone: Sure, that feels right. Huio: [in the kitchen making soup] Huio: (muttering to himself in Herdazian): I'm NEVER telling them I can understand Alethi. 

6. Szeth, Rlain, Drehy

This is going to be SO good for Szeth's mental health! Drehy's gonna be working overtime helping both of his roommates, though.

Rlain: So, uh... Drehy: Yes, you may ask me all of your "gay" questions. Rlain: I really appreciate that! Szeth: Kaladin says that I must "ask other people" if I have a thought that "does not quite seem right." Szeth: I pose this to you both: if you burn a dinner you were really looking forward to, is death the answer? Rlain: No! Drehy: I'll order pizza.

7. Gezamal [Yanagawn's guard], Ishnah [Lightweaver], Testament [dead-eyed cryptic]

Testament is really the glue that holds this household together.

Gezamal: Ishnah, let's have dinner together tonight and talk. Ishnah: What, why? Gezamal: Testament and I share a bond since she is a dead-eye and I am Unoathed. Testament: [gives thumbs-up] Gezamal: You and Testament share a bond because you are a Ligthweaver and she is a Cryptic. Testament: [gives thumbs-up] Gezamal: For household solidarity, you and I should now figure out what we have in common. Ishnah: ...What's that big book you have? Gezamal: I pre-drafted a list of things we might have in common. Gezamal: For example, as a member of the Unseen Court, were you ever punished with lavatory duty? That happened to me once. Ishnah: Oh, this conversation is gonna be rough.

8. Elid [Szeth's sister], Kalak [herald], Wyndle

Kalak, scared as he is of humans, much prefers one of his two roommates...

Wyndle: Oh, I'm so glad you like this! "How It's Made" is one of my FAVORITE shows, but the  mistress says it's "boring." Kalak: It's great! I've never felt so calm! Elid: Yo, what are we watching? Kalak: Eep! Elid: ... Elid: The Almighty Herald is hiding behind a cushion again, huh? Wyndle: I-I'm sure he doesn't mean to offend you!

9. Wit, Aladar [highprince], Renarin

It's like Christmas came early for Wit--he likes to make fun of both of them!

Wit: [eyes glinting] Aladar: W-We should make an alliance now, Renarin! Aladar: Together we can stand up even to this man! Renarin: Oh,  uh... Renarin: I actually already made an alliance with Wit this morning, when he asked. Aladar: NOOOOO

10. Abidi the Monarch, the Thrill, Tanavast

Okay, I'm sure your mind went immediately to "sheer destruction," but what if...?

Tanavast: Abidi! It's YOUR turn to walk the Thrill! The Thrill: [bouncing excitedly at the word "walk"] Abidi: Not now, you fool! There are people being wrong on the internet, and I must bathe in their blood! [sitcom laugh track] Abidi: And I keep telling you to call me Abidi the Monarch! Tanavast (muttering): More like Abidi the Moron. The Thrill: Arf! Arft! [sitcom laugh track] [Theme song starts playing, revealing the sitcom title: 3 Old Gods]

[nai418]

Punch-Out!! In the Super Mario Bros. Movie

Since I’m ill and this fandom has nothing I tried to find all of the Punchy cameos in the SMB movie (Even the leaked images from the concept art, lmao) and I’m not sure if anyone has posted these already but I want these guys on my blog so yea.

This is gonna be a long post so just open the cut for the rest of the images (PS. A lot of these are going to be in terrible quality so look at them from afar if you want)

So first of all, the Punch-Out!! Pizzeria! I would eat here in a heartbeat (Also I just noticed the continuity error with the bicycle, weird)

On the same wall of the entrance door is supposedly Mac’s stuff, or maybe replicas? There are also framed photos of (bottom left to right) I’m gonna assume Aran for some reason, Doc Louis, Bull (Seemingly his “Does anyone else dare to challenge me!?” pose), Sandman who’s above him, Disco beside “Mac’s gloves,” Little Mac himself, the one in the small yellow frame I can’t make out but beside the clock is Don.

Mac, Mac and Doc, and an article of Mac (The header reads “Little Mac,” and the little photo down there is Bear Hugger.)

Portrait of Doc biking.

The one and only Glass Joe :) He’s super cute in this photo

Title Defense Joe, you can tell by the headgear

Lil Mac and Joe staring each other down lol. The referee is here as well but he looks somewhat younger?

Should be TD Kaiser

Kaiser and Disco in color! (Wow look at that quality.)

Kaiser and Don fighting…

Unfortunately I couldn’t find any Hippo photos as iconic as he is :/

Piston and Bull in a match, it’s hard to make out the second one but Hondo seems to be struggling there

Bear!

I couldn’t find any Tiger portraits either

Don frames! He looks really cool in the second one, I love his smug face (Punch Out fans (me) will say this and it’s the blurriest shit ever.)

Of course we have Aran looking as devious as ever. What even is the stance in the first one

I can only assume it’s Soda in the second image that Mac is fighting because the opponent is pretty tall and looks Pretty Bald, but I can’t say because I don’t think that’s a speedo he’s wearing…?

No Macho images! I’m surprised, you’d think he’d be hogging up the cameras. If he went to this place he’d be pissed there’s not a big fancy portrait of himself.

And Sandman! Looks less bulky in the last image but that’s definitely him. He looks pretty happy?

And lastly these three which I can’t make out who’s in them for the life of me:

The first one looks like Mac fighting… someone, but who else is shorter than him?

I’m pretty bummed about the one on the very bottom it looks like there’s about 4 people (I think Kaiser is one of them, the second to the left seems to have a mustache and his contender haircut) but it’s really blurry so I can’t make it out ~_~

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Twst Unveil Event Part 2

*In the Mirror Chamber*

*Yuurin, Jack, Ruggie, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Rook, Epel, Floyd, and Jade are already there.*

Malleus: Seems that everyone is here.

Sebek: It's a pleasure for us to be in a trip with you, Waka-sama!

Malleus: Yes. Thanks to Yuurin who graciously invited me.

Yuurin: Don't mention it, Malleus-senpai.

Ruggie: Um, Rook? Is that a camera?

Rook: Oui!

Jack: Why?

Rook: To take photos of Monsieur Tranquille, of course!

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: No, Rook. That's our job.

Jack: Yes. We need to update Leona-senpai every hour.

Epel: When did Leona-senpai become such a worrywart?

Floyd: Ne~ Ne~ Damselfish~ Are we going to have a sleepover~?

Yuurin: Yes. I believe so.

Floyd: You can share a bed with me and Jade~. You'll be our pillow~.

Silver: You can't.

Floyd: Eh~ Why not~?

Jade: Is there a problem, Silver?

Silver: Yuurin needs a good night's rest.

Jade: Ah, now that makes sense. *chuckles*

Floyd: Eh~? But I sleep like a baby lamb~.

Them except Yuurin: We all know that's a lie.

Yuurin: It's time for us to go.

Yuurin: We have arrived.

*The fresh breeze immediately welcomes them.*

Them: *sigh in contentment*

Jade: I like this place. *chuckles*

Silver: It feels like a good place to sleep in...

Sebek: Silver! Don't fall asleep!

Yuurin: I'm glad you find the place relaxing.

Yuurin: Though it's good while it lasts.

Jack: Hm? What do you mean by that, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Here she comes.

*The ground started shaking*

Epel: Eh— Are we having an earthquake?!

Yuurin: No.

"YUURIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Them: Huh?

*A giant buff woman comes charging at them; or more likely towards Yuurin.*

Yuurin: Good morning, Philomela.

Them: That's... PHILOMELA?!!

Ruggie: Yuurin! Move aside!

Philomela: YUUURIN! *sweeps her off her feet and gives her a big, tight hug*

Philomela: Oh look at you!

Yuurin: How are you, Philomela?

Philomela: I am doing GREAT! *laughs*

Them: ...

Philomela: Oh. And these are your schoolmates, no?

Philomela: They look promising!

Them: *all of them smiles*

Yuurin: Philomela, can you put me down?

Philomela: Ah, yes, yes. Of course.

Floyd: Wow. She's as huge as a whale.

Epel: What the— Why would you say that?!

Philomela: A WHALE?!

Philomela: Did you hear that, Yuurin? He called me a whale!

Yuurin: Yes. I heard it loud and clear, Philomela.

Silver: She looks happy. Was that a compliment?

Yuurin: Yes. The best one at that.

The others: Oh...

Ruggie: *mutters* Wow. If it were in any other places...

Jack: *mutters too* You would have been slapped.

Philomela: Have a tour of the place while I assist the other schools.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Didn't you say no one wanted to participate?

Philomela: Well, after making an announcement that Night Raven College will join, different schools have shown their interests.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I see. In that case, we will see you later.

Philomela: *takes her leave*

Floyd: So~ What should we do now~?

Malleus: I want to hear the beliefs and culture of this place.

Yuurin: There are tons of them.

Rook: Can you give us an example?

Yuurin: Hmm...

Yuurin: If you happen to lock eyes with an animal and it starts to approach you, run.

Epel: Huh? But why?

Jack: Is it because it's attacking you?

Yuurin: No. It means a god has taken a liking on you.

Them: ...

Rook: And why is that a problem, Monsieur Tranquille?

Yuurin: Kingdom of Heroes have records of wars and long-time disputes just for this very reason.

Ruggie: Yikes.

Floyd: Oh...

Floyd: There's a bald eagle staring at Guppy right now.

Epel: ...

Malleus: You are being liked by a god.

Yuurin: Oh. A bald eagle.

Yuurin: That's not good.

Epel: *panic noises*

*Later, Yuurin has to convince Epel that it was only a myth to stop him from crying*

Leona: How is everything there?

Yuurin: Not a problem so far.

Leona: Good. That's all I have to say. I'll hang up now. *ends the call*

Ruggie and Jack: ...

Ruggie: In 3... 2... 1...

Ruggie: *Leona is calling him*

Ruggie: *answers*

Leona: No sleeping in the same bed.

Ruggie: Yes, boss. Copy. *then Leona hangs up*

Jack: Aren't we sharing beds already?

Ruggie: Shh. You're going to attract the strict brother energy, Jack.