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kaisers-house-of-desires · 1 year

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Can I request korekiyo shinguji x male reader that acts like riddle rosehearts?

Can the kinks be toy use and bondage ♡´･ᴗ･`♡?

Sorry I don't really have a story plot but m!reader is the bottom, and they are still part of the killing game

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Welcome, patron! Thank you for being the first request in Kaiser’s House of Desires! No need to worry of a plot, just enjoy yourself as I deliver your request~

Title: Taming the Prince

Characters: Top!Korekiyo Shinguji x Bottom!m!reader

Contains: Toy usage(vibrator, cock ring, sybian), bondage, begging, slight degradation, some praise, orgasm denial, despair DR

Fandom: Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

“Eyes up here.”

It was almost difficult to hear his voice over the sound of the machine he had on. Korekiyo stood above you, holding a remote that was wired to the device you straddled on, the machine vibrating at such speeds, stimulating the toy inside of you that it nearly sent you doubling over with bliss. It would have been an easier position to stay in anyway had your arms been free, but instead, the Anthropologist had them comfortably tied back, making it, to your (dis)pleasure, easier to remain upright on the toy.

Your back arched back some as he upped the speed for a moment, a way to tease you as let out a small gasp between pleasured breaths. You composed yourself, glaring up at him.

“I-I hope you’re enjoying yourself!” you spat. Despite his mask, you could see that his eyes curved in such a shit-eating-grin way.

“Oh, I don’t think you should be speaking like that…” Korekiyo knelt down, meeting your trembling height. “I mean look at you…Hips rocking, cock twitching…” Extending a hand, one of Korekiyo’s gloved fingers slowly traced down along your shaft, glossing over the small egg vibrator toy that was delicately taped into position before stopping at the cock ring that decorated the base of your shaft and kept you from expelling any seed without his order. “Do not think I’m unaware of your actions, my sweet prince. You desire this as much as I do.”

“T-The hell are you going—ah~—o-on about?”

You could see his mask wrinkle from his lips smirking underneath. “I’ve heard you at night. As I walk by your dorm, you may think you’re quiet, yet I still heard the soft uttering of your desire, your desire to let loose all inhibitions and control and have someone ravish you to no end~”

You tried to recall what exactly he was talking about, but soon you remembered the nights that the stress overtook you. After all, being in a killing game was no relaxing feat; knowing you could die at any point, how you had to be wary around everyone, peek around every corner. This wasn’t living, and you found out that the fantasy of someone topping you was the best way to deal with that stress when you got your hands on a simple dildo you got from the casino, which you tried not to question.

“Your gentle begging for whatever you were using to go harder was so adorable~ How could I pass by the opportunity to assist someone knowing my knowledge of pleasure?” Sparing you a moment, he turned the machine off, earning a whine from you as you panted softly.

“So…y-you wait around like some creep…”

“Quite the opposite…” As he spoke, Korekiyo fished around in his pocket after putting the sybian’s controller in one hand. “I wait for needy little sluts like you to come to me asking for assistance~”

Before you could give a snarky response back, a button was clicked and vibrations emitted from the egg toy on your cock, earning Korekiyo a sweet moan from you as you ground your hips against the sybian’s insert.

Yes you came to him for help, but you had written it on a note, too stubborn(or embarrassed) to say it into words. That’s how you ended up here after all, but you were too blissed out to full remember that by this point.

“K-Korekiyo…~! Stop this…d-device at once! I swear I’ll have your he—a-ahh~!!”

The sybian activated at high speeds before you could finish your threat, immediately silencing you. Your mind nearly went blank trying to process both toys at once, but your body would take care of that for you, rocking your hips to gain the friction of the insert within you while your cock twitched from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh none of that now, dear. Why don’t you just be a good boy and moan for me. Maybe even beg me to cum while you’re at it. Unless you still want to be a brat~”

Waves of ecstasy clouded any form of thought, your moans soon being the only thing you could hear amongst all the other sounds. This was pure bliss, a fantasy come true, and with that in mind you were quick to crumble.

“K-Korekiyo…~ K-Kiyo~!!”

If you could bounce along this thing you would, wishing you could feel the stretching of something moving deep within you and using that pretty asshole of yours.

“Yes, dear? What is it~?”

“W-Wanna cum…p-please! P-Please let me cum!”

“Oh…the prince wants to cum…how pathetic~” He first turned the sybian up before following through with the egg, both devices loudly vibrating into the air and causing you to shriek from the overwhelming stimulation. “After your behavior, maybe you should just sit there and think about what you’ve done…”

“N-No!!” You begged, rapidly shaking your head. Your eyes were wide, wet with tears pricking the corners as you panted heavily. “P-Please! I’m—I’m sorry, Kiyo! P-Please just let me cum! I-I’ll behave I promise!”

Without a word, Korekiyo knelt down to the cock ring, his hand hovering over the object as he chuckled from your pathetic whimpering and silent begging. He had to first admire your trembling form before unclasping the ring, warmth rushing from your shaft to your body as you released your seed with a silent scream. Your back arched back to a concerning degree, but luckily for you, that’s where Korekiyo moved to to avoid being dirtied by your release, holding you steady to ride out your high before slowly turning off the machines.

He chuckled lowly as your body went slack, chest shallowly rising as you attempted to catch your breath. Through his mask, he kissed your forehead, his thumb running over your cheek, relishing the way your spent body appeared after the session.

“That’s my good boy~”

#kaisers house of desires #danganronpa #danganronpa korekiyo #drv3 korekiyo #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #korekiyo x reader #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut #top Korekiyo shinguji #bottom male reader

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duskymrel · 4 months

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Part 6 of TWST as my friend group quotebook

We all need to be put into a psychiatric institute. Also, as always, any line with a '^' before it was something said or done by yours truly <3

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^Jade: *sneezes*

Trey: Why do you sneeze so politely but also violently

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^Ace: I’m pretty sure the nacho cheese at school will give me cancer

*brief pause*

Crewel, cheerfully, without a hint of sarcasm: Oh, that’s good!! 😊

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Ruggie: The urge to be an independent woman leaving my body the second I see my math score

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Ruggie: *makes his Kahoot name “thing”*

^Leona: Ruggie you’re literally objectifying yourself. Whatever happened to feminism?

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^Vil about to do Leona’s make-up: What's your eye shape?

Leona: Black

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Jamil, to ^Azul: I feel bad for whatever prehistoric fish evolved into whatever you are

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Idia: stop showing me ads for SEX WEED1!1!2!1‼️‼️1!1!2‼️‼️‼️1!1‼️!1!21!1!1!1

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^Epel, after Gym: Oh my SEVENS it’s hotter than Satan's sticky, sweaty, puckery asshole in here right now-

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Ace: How do they have ancient African sheet music if they didn’t have any paper

^Sebek: *Actual explanation on how people documented things without paper*

Ace: I asked that question to a group of kids and they all got so offended and called me racist

^Jack: You’re not racist, just stupid

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^Trey, to Cater over text: i’m used to seeing the amazing sunshiney person you are but you look like you air fry children in that picture

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Idia: MOTHERFUCKER HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S "UNHOLY" QUIT KINKSHAMING HIM YOU SAD FUCK 😭😭😭

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Rollo: If God wants you to die, I won't save you. It's God's will.

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^Floyd: If I rip your dick off and shove it up your ass, is that masturbation or gay sex?

Riddle: WHAT-

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Ruggie, to ^Leona: How you got all that in the front but nothing in the back?

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Ortho (About Cater and Idia): Hey, are you two dating?

^Cater: Um, no, why?

Ortho: You were nice to him.

^Cater: HELLO ??!!?!?!💀

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^Azul: I’m too pretty to die 🥺

Jamil: I think your ego is killing you faster than this run ever could

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^Ace: *Bumps into somebody at the cafeteria in the morning* Oh, sorry.

^Ace: ...Nvm it’s just Deuce.

Deuce: *offended noises*

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Ace: Guys I think Riddle is going to turn into a neko catboy he’s coughing like he’s about to cough up a hairball 😭

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y2ashlee · 6 months

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Ace x Female! Reader SMUT

WARNINGS: Cliche, bad writing, dom-ish reader

Author notes:

Stay safe ALWAYS use protection.

I basically stole the plot from one of my previous smut works for a different fandom (obey me!) and the Character is very much like Ace (Mammon)

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Ace walks upstairs to the bedroom of the Prefect of said of Ramshakle after being asked to find the said Prefect the dorm to invite her over to tea by Riddle and the others, as he lost the scissors, paper, rock battle. He opened the door to the shared bedroom of Grim and the prefect and froze as he stared blankly at the exposed skin of her body as he tensed up. “ACE!! What the HELL!!? Knock before coming in!!” She said quickly covering herself as her face flushed. He blinked a few times as his face flushing as he adverted his gaze from her exposed body his trousers feeling slightly tighter. “..sorry..” he said quietly placing a hand in front of himself to hide his growing erection he gulped and bit his lip. She sighed. “Just shut the door and sit down.” She said removing the blanket she used to cover herself. “What!?!” He said mostly to himself. “You can’t leave with that!” She said pointing to what he was hiding. He let out a gasp but did as she said and shut the door. He gulped and looked down to embarrassed to move as she walked closer to him. “You’re lucky I’m in the mood.” She said placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing them down. “Come on, sit.” She said and he listened his back sliding down against the wall his eyes not leaving the ground. She knelt down her bare shins touching the floor while her bare thighs sat on his own. “Ace, look at me.” She said her thighs squeezing his as she placed a hand under his chin lifting it so his gaze met hers. His eyes widened as he felt her other hand palm his growing bludge. She squeezed it gently and he let out a groan. “Do you have any protection?” She asked bluntly as her thumb rubbed his chin gently her other hand trailing her fingers against his bludge. He blinked a few times before answering with a nod followed by a soft grunt. He put his hand in his trouser pocket and pulled out his wallet. She smiled and took off from him fishing around in it for the said protection until finding it and dropping the wallet to the ground before unbuckling his belt. He stops her from doing anything more. “I-I can do it.” He said she nodded and watched him undo his trousers and pulling down his underwear before averting his gaze from hers. Her eyes gaze at his hardening length the edge of her lips quirking before she brushes a finger against its length feeling him shudder.

She shuffled back on her knees and bent down blowing against it gently earning a muffled groan from Ace as he covered his mouth. She smirked before licking the tip then placing the tip in her mouth using her tongue to lick it while she put more and more of it into her mouth moving against it at a slow pace earning soft grunts and moans from the owner. He shuddered and let out a low groan as he released in her mouth. She swallowed it accidentally as she quickly pulled back. “..gross.” She said thinking to herself out loud. She sat up and ripped open the packet before sliding it onto his length. He shuddered still feeling sensitive. “Shuffle forward..” she said bluntly and he complied not happy about her bossing him around but in this situation he thought it was ok. The both of them moved away from the door and she placed her hands on his shoulder pushing him down once more he complied as he felt his back hit the ground he looked up at her his eyes looking at every part of her naked body noticing things he never would have noticed otherwise.

She took a deep breath before placing the tip of his length at her wet entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him letting out the deep breath she took slowly as it shook biting her bottom lip before it was inside her completely taking a moment before she started to rock her hips using him for her own gain. He let out a groan beneath her as he placed his hands on her hips before rocking his hips up against hers unhappy that she was using him. They both grinned their hips together in a sloppy and mismatched pattern. Both of them letting out groans, moans and gasps as they got closer to their highs. He grunted and sat up pulling her close to him as he pushing her down onto the floor as gently as he can still keeping the pace of his hips grinding into hers his thrusts going deeper as he pushed her legs to the sides his hands resting on the back of her thighs pushing them closer to her face. She let out a low moan loving the feeling of the position her hands resting against his chest before grabbing him and pulling him into a sloppy kiss feeling her walls tighten and quiver around him. He pulled away and groaned as he felt himself release once more his pace faltering a little as he shuddered but continued his movements earning a groan in his ear as he walls tightened once more and her back arched their breathing mingled together as they slowed their pace before stopping completely he laid down against her bare chest as he caught his breath before pulling away from her. “I-I’ll get some stuff to clean up.” He said and fixed himself properly before standing up nearly falling over. “Alight..” she said softly catching her breath before just staring up at the ceiling.

Ace checked his phone and messaged the others that the Prefect was on the middle of something but the two of them would be there soon. He sighed before getting a bottle of water out of the fridge for the prefect.

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Wow I wrote this one quickly hope you enjoyed.

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anime-is-godlike · 1 year

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Twisted wonderland dorms x esmeralda reader

One day the dorm leaders (jamil instead of kalim for this one) finds a magical stone with the power to show parts of the past of someone close to them they choose not to use it to respect there privacy of that person but shenanigans ensue and the stone is used and there shown there dear SO’s past

This is the Disney version of the hunchback of notre dame

Heartslabyul-savanaclaw-octavinelle-scarabia - pomefiore-ignihyde-diasomnia

Octavinelle

It was just a normal day at mostro lounge people ordering drink and food, definitely no illegal activities definitely not……anyway as azul was sitting at his desk when he felt something land on his hat he shook his head and there was a small thud on his desk he took it in his hands and it was a stone it looked kinda ordinary but the more he stared at it the more enraptured he was by it suddenly the door to his office burst open revealing floyd

“Ne ne I’m bored” the moment the word bored left floyd mouth, azul’s attention was now fully on floyd

“Jade!!” He yelled out the open door jade came in with a smile

“What is it azul” all azul did was point to floyd and jade understood on a flash what was going on

“Mmmmmhhhh fish man!!” Just then a grim came flying in

“I’m hungry” he had two paws on his stomach azul put both hands on his face and sighed out preying for the day to ends so he can cuddle in your arms and maybe lock you goat jolly outside just so he doesn’t have to deal with his head butts

As azul sighed floyd ran up to his desk and grabbed the stone

“Ne what’s this?” Azul’s head shot up and he looked at floyd

“It just appeared here from the looks of it it’s a memory stone” the others turned to him and jade asked

“A memory stone as in the one which shows the past of the person closest to your heart?” Jade put his fingers to his mouth in thought and Floyd’s faced lights up

“Nene why don’t we see shrimpies past?” At the mention of you azul began thinking well he doesn’t know much about you beside your a gypsy and that you can dance and sing

one time he asked it you could dance and monstro lounge but the moment he saw you in your dress he blushed as red as a riddles hair and immediately made a mental note of how beautiful you looked and said if your couldn’t dance which you chuckled and said okay

“I can’t say that I’m not curious but I spend a lot of my time trying to hide my past so it would be rude of me to look into hers” azul looked pleased with his answer but Floyd’s face fell and he started grumbling he chucked the stone back on the desk, grim then ran forward

“Well if your not gonna use it can I eat it?” Grim didn’t wait for a answer and grabbed the stone and was out to shove it in his mouth when azul shot up and took it from grim

“Sorry grim I’m gonna sell it” as azul held it grim flew up and tried to grab it from azul Floyd’s face lit up again and he tried to take it from azul jade shook his head with a smile a touched his twins shoulder just then a bright light came from the stone and enveloped them and then darkness

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Floyd woke up and Sprang to his feet chuckling he looked around then he heard grumbling from the floor and saw azul and grim and his twin

“This is starting to get interesting” floyd hummed to himself enjoying himself when azul and the others got up they looked around to

There where in a weird place there where tall buildings made of stones and one huge building with a round stained glass window a far cry from where they come from

“Wow so this is shrimpies home world” azul took in the scene hoping to ask you some more stuff about your world just as he got lost in thought everything went black and the a blue orb came floating down

“Hello~” it said in a high pitched voice floyd jumped up and trying to clap his hands on it

“Hey watch it?!” It yelled back as floyd and flew high into the air

“You guys are being incredibly rude!!” It yelled back to us

“Be be fair this magical stone came out of nowhere and now we are in some strange mysterious place with a random orb” jade said with a smirk

“……touché” was all the orb said

“Anyway!!” It yelled back as if to keep on track

“I’m gonna explain the rules” ooh riddle would love this part azul thinks to himself just then three items appeared suspended in mid air it was a small wooden doll which looked like yuu the second one was a golden headpiece which looked like a dancers and the finale item was a necklace with a cross in the middle it looked like it was made of string

“Each one of these items holds a key peace of her personality” the orb flew over to the necklace

“Her kindness” then it flew over to the crown

“Her passion” then flew over to the doll

“And a darkness” azul pauses at the mention of this because you are so incredibly kind what darkness is there

“Pick one item and you can see into her memory but be warned once you’ve chosen a item you can only see memories connected to her personality so what shall it be her kindness her passion or darkness” the orb giggled and flew up in the air and the fishes turn to each other

“Ooh ohh I call darkness the others seem boring!!” Yelled Floyd and jade lightly chuckles

“I’d say I’m most curious about that to” azul has a think just then the orb giggled

“There’s a time limit~” was all it said and everyone looks up waited for something else but the orb goes quite

“And it started the moment the items appeared and let’s just say……your now out of time” before anyone had anything else to say the necklace floats down and everything went dark just then they see you full on sprinting to catch up to someone

“Wait!! I’d like to talk to you” yuu was running up a spiral staircase azul was wonder what was going on

“If I’m mistaken that necklace meant kindness so I have a feeling it’s a memory of her kindness to someone” jade said and azul nods along grim had a sour look on his face but kept quiet

“Here you are I was afraid I’d lost you” the scene changed to a large open place and yuu was in front of this….person

He had a swollen eye and a hunchback azul and the other looked at him with interest and curiosity as to why yuu was so calm the person spoke

“Yes. Well, I, uh- I have chores to do I-it was nice seeing you again” the boy was at a loss for words and look like he was trying desperately to escape

“He reminds me of a baby azul” floyd said and azul flushed

“No he does not!!” Floyd chuckles and jade shakes his head with a smile and grim is still watching

“No wait!” Yuu yelled out to the boy as he ran up a staircase

“I’m really sorry about this afternoon I had no idea who you where I would never in my life have pulled you…up…on…the…..stage” yuu freezes looking around the room in astonishment

“What is this place?” She says in wonder and walked over to a table with a mini Notre Dame on it with wooden dolls of people

“This is where I live” the boy says

“Did you make all these things yourself?” Yuu asked to the boy looking around

“Most of them” yuu touches a hanging decoration

“This is beautiful if I could do this you wouldn’t find me dancing in the streets for coins” azul quirks is eyebrow even more curious about your life

“But your a wonderful dancer” floyd nods

“Shripie is!!” Jade chuckled and grim nods

“It keeps bread on the table anyway.what’s this?” Yuu then lifted up a piece of cloth covering two tiny objects the boy runs over

“Oh! No please I’m not finished” yuu lifted the cloth to reveal two tiny um painted figures of people

“Azul if I’m not those look like wooden dolls” jade says at the mention of them azul looks closer and his eyes widen

“They are?!!” They continued to watch for more answers

“It’s the blacksmith and the baker!” Yuu said with a chuckle in her voice lifting up the unfinished backer

“Your a surprising person quasimodo not to mention lucky all this room to yourself” yuu leans on the table and gestures around the room

“Well it’s not just me there’s the gargoyles and of course the bells” at the mention of the word gargoyles azul cringes him and malleus would get along great

“Would you like the see them?” Quasimodo asked and yuu smiles

“Yes of course wouldn’t we jolly?” Yuu lookes over to see a guilty jolly

“Follow me I’ll introduce you” the two walked up more stairs to a lot of bells

“I never knew there were so many” yuu said looking around Quasimodo then goes on to tell her the names then he asked her a question

“Would you like to see more?” Yuu nods and Quasimodo shows yuu and ladder leading to the roof

“I’ve saved the best for last” he said excitedly they where now on the roof looking out over the whole city

“Woooow” floyd said and jade nods azul looked around with a stunned look

“I bet the king himself doesn’t have a view like this I could stay up here forever” yuu said just looking at the horizon

“Y-you could you know” Quasimodo said

“No I couldn’t” yuu said looking away

“Oh yes you have sanctuary” azul was wondering what that meant

“But not freedom ‘gypsies don’t so well inside stone walls’ “ yuu said is almost sounded like she was quoting the last line

“But your not like other gypsies they are….evil” azul eyes widen at Quasimodo last line

“Azul what’s a gypsy?” Floyd asked

“It’s what yuu is” floyd nods

“Who told you that?” Yuu asked

“My master frollo he raised me” yuu then sat down with Quasimodo

“How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you?” The 4 looked at each other

“Who’s frollo and why do I get the sense he’s not a very nice man” azul said getting the overwhelming urge to end that whole man’s career

“Cruel? Oh no he saved my life he took me in when no one else would I am a monster you know” something about Quasimodo words struck something In azul

“He told you that?” Yuu asked with one hand on Quasimodo back

“Look at me” at his last like yuu had a determined look on her face

“Give me your hand just let me see it” azul smiled knowing what yuu’s about to do, she held Quasimodo hand and started tracing the creases in his hand

“Hmm a long lifeline oh and this one means you’re shy hmm..hmm.hmm mmm?” She said in a sing Songy type of way

“Well that’s funny” Quasimodo looked at yuu

“What?”

“I don’t see any” he looked worried

“Any what?” Yuu smiles

“Monster lines not a single one” azul smiles remembering the time she did that with him he looked down at his hand fondly rubbing the palms with his fingers

“I’ll see you in a bit” it’s strange but in a weird way he really misses you even though your right in front of him

“Now look at me do you think I’m evil?” As soon as yuu asked that both Quasimodo and azul yelled

“No!” But Quasimodo continued on with a red azul looking away from the twins and grims stares

“No you are kind and good and” yuu finishes his sentence

“And a gypsy and maybe frollos wrong about the both of us” she gets up and Quasimodo gets up with her yuu looks over the banister with a woeful look

“You helped me now I will help you” Quasimodo said holding yuu’s hand

“But there’s no way down there’s soldiers at every door” azul now has a worrying feeling

“We won’t use a door” now azul felt his heart in and throat

“You mean climb down? Yuu lookes so worried

“That’s looks like fun!!” Floyd said soon yuu was holding jolly and Quasimodowas holding yuu and now this where both over the edge, to say azul was having a full on panic would be a understatement

“Remember azul this is the past” that calmed him down some what

Quasimodo was hopping around and gripping onto the side of the building making his way down with yuu and jolly the entire time azul was on pins needles

“Finally there where down to the last bit and a guard walked past so yuu pretended to be a statue one the guard had left everyone breathed a sigh of relief

“I hope I didn’t scare you” Quasimodo said

“Not for an instant” yuu said with a smile jolly on the other hand didn’t looks so peachy

“I’ll never forget you yuu” azul smiles at there friendship yuu then touches Quasimodo hand

“Come with me” yuu said with a smile

“What!?” Quasimodo said shocked

“To the court of miracles leave this place” yuu pleaded and he shook his head

“Oh no I’m never going back out there again you saw what happened today no this is where I belong” Quasimodo then caresses the side of the building

“all right then I’ll come to see you” yuu smiles

“Here but the soldiers and frollo!?” Quasimodo yelled

“I’ll come after sunset” Quasimodo then begins to ramble so yuu lightly pats his head shutting him up immediately

“If you need sanctuary this will show you the way” yuu then took of a necklace and the groups eyes widen

“Azul!?” Grim yelled pointing at the scene

“I know!!” Azul yelled back

“Just remember ‘When you wear this woven band you hold the city in your hand’ “ and the scene fades to black and there back at the lounge azul walks out there and straight to your dorm to see you asleep on the chair

“I love you very much my kind hearted gypsy” he lightly caresses her cheek with a soft smile

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Hope your enjoying everything

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #azul x reader

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megamindsupremacy · 9 months

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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (part 7)

ghosts in the machine by hollimichele

History, Peggy has learned, never tells the whole story.

romantic tomography by pigeonstatueconundrum

Remaining neutral about Eddie Brock was much easier in principle when he’s the unseen ex of your girlfriend, a little harder in practise when you’ve helped him through the worst week of his life.

“Pay up.” Anne flops down next to him on the couch two months later. They’re still fishing bits of the Life Foundation Rocket out of the Pacific, but no evil or chaotic neutral ex-terrestrial goo has been recovered. Supposedly.

Dan fishes the promised $20 out of his wallet, “He finally told you.”

Dr Dan Lewis would like to stop feeling like the third billed in the romantic comedy that is his life.

call every girl we ever met maria by irnan

"You're telling me," Rhodey said, gleeful, "you're telling me that you've been shot, stabbed, sewn up, been riddled with shrapnel, had a magnet implanted in your chest, spent two years poisoning yourself with palladium, spent twenty years as a functioning alcoholic and had a vasectomy and you still managed to knock Pepper up?"

decoys by littlerhymes

The serum makes Steve stronger, but not bigger. Instead of a superhero, he becomes a spy.

Respectibility, Politics by brawltogethernow

Per the prompt, "the Spider-Man fic where anti-mutant bigots think JJ is one of them because of how he is about Spider-Man and he experiences no personal insight whatsoever in reaction to this but is so offended he dedicates the front cover of the Bugle to spotlighting the X-Men for like three days straight and Peter is keysmash feelings".

Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst

Flash, let it be known, doesn’t like Peter. He’s too good at everything—infuriatingly so—and nobody ever calls him on his bullshit, like with AcaDec nationals. Flash has to put his all into everything he does for a fraction of the attention Peter gets for his bare minimum, and it pisses him off, to say the least, so sue him for looking for chances here and there to knock him down a peg.

However, when he notices, he shuts his entire operation down.

Maybe Peter has a decade on his age when he was in the thick of it, but Flash remembers what it was like. He gets having school be a safe place, and nobody, not even himself, is going to jeopardize that for Peter.

Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all.

Far Out by Bergen

It all started the way it usually did; with Tony doubting his own sanity. “Happy,” he said, turning the paper over, then turning it back, squinting at it. “What the hell is this?” Happy barely glanced up from his phone. “How should I know? I just drive you around, I don’t try to understand your designs. You’re the one who left it in the back of the car yesterday.” Tony turned the paper towards Happy, tapping a finger against the scribbles in the margin. “I didn’t write that. I thought it, but I didn’t write it. What sorcery is this?” “Oh shit, sorry,” Happy said, expression resigned. “I’m guessing the kid went through them when I drove him to school this morning. He has no regard for personal boundaries.” “The kid.” “Um— My girlfriend, she has a—“ “Your stepson did these calculations?” “That’s not entirely—“ “Bring him to me,” Tony commanded.

Where the Need is Greatest by Niitza

In which Steve Rogers takes one look at the history of American military interventions since the end of World War II and nopes straight out of it, follows in his Ma's footsteps to become a paramedic, joins Doctors Without Borders, gets sent on an unsanctioned humanitarian mission to Syria, and somehow still ends up being a determining factor in Hydra's downfall - all of this without throwing a single punch.

Somehow, he's okay with it.

If you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) by mindshelter

MJ still remembers Ned’s initial disbelief when Peter—infamous for missing class back in sophomore year, suspended for two weeks freshman year—finished his bit of the group write-up four days early. The work was perfect, and so was Ned's chemistry grade. After that it was Peter this, Peter that, Peter parted the Red Sea, it’s true, MJ, I was there; I saw it. MJ, hey, are you listening?

Then Ned says, “We should invite Peter to join AcaDec.”

or;

peter isn’t rock bottom on midtown’s social ladder; he’s underground. friendless, rumoured to get into street fights. ned declares him bestie material anyway, and mj catches feelings.

she also meets tony stark(?) in foodtown, of all places, and makes a spider-man(??) sighting.

Cannon Fodder by KieraSayre

During the war, Steve and Bucky get stuck with press duty. Sometimes reporters are racist assholes. The Howling Commandos decide to take this as an opportunity to get creative.

you had your soul with you by napricot

Three timelines and a Reverse Time Heist.

#fic recs #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec list #fic rec list

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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HELLO here for the drabble weekend if its not too late! hehe what about steven grant with fluffy 'oh no they're so cool how am i ever gonna initiate a conversation' troupe?? but the the reader's like sup and stevens soul just leaves the body 😭😭

HI LOVE!! this was so much fun to write <333 bless him i love his awkward soul

walking on sunshine.

pairing: steven grant x gn!reader

word count: 600

warnings: none!

☕️ drabble weekend (closed) ☕️

Steven nervously stared at you from the top of his glasses. He was labeling the new products, or what he liked to call them junk, and was bored out of his wits. It was a tedious job and strained his eyes, which was the reason he was wearing his thick framed glasses. But his tedious day was quickly being proved not to be tedious anymore as you walked in through the glass doors. You had caught his glance, nodding as a small smile formed against your lips– Steven almost had a heart attack at that very moment.

Today wasn’t the first time Steven noticed you, you were one of the museum’s finest researchers and you’ve worked on the field in the past as well. He admired you, wanted to talk to you but he was too nervous. Shaking his head, Steven quickly shifted his glance back to his so-called “work”. Oh, how he wished to engage in conversation with you but it just wasn’t in the cards for guys like him. At least that was what he thought. In the end, despite hunger for knowledge, he was merely a gift shop employee. A sigh left his cracked lips, he licked them and reached out to his cup of tea–

“Hi,”

Steven’s heart leaped out of his chest, hands trembling so much that the boiling beverage spilled to his hand, making him jump away and drop the cuppa entirely. The sound of glass shattering echoed in the room, his heart was thudding loudly in his chest as he tried, very hard if he might add, not to freak out.

“Oh my god, are you alright!? I’m so sorry for startling you,”

“No no, that’s quite alright,” Steven looked up, holding his burnt hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. “Did…did you need something?”

“I just wanted to say hi,” you replied, face riddled with guilt. “Did you burn yourself? Let me see, gosh I’m so sorry,”

Steven was set on not showing how bad it actually hurt, but as you locked his eyes with his…he just didn’t have it in him to say no. Pushing his bottom lip out, he extended his hand, almost flinching away when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing against the burnt area. A hiss left his lips. Heart hammering painfully in Steven’s chest, he felt gross, hands clammy while he watched you observing the top of his hand. You clicked your tongue and looked back at him.

“We should apply something cold, there’s ice in the fridge yeah? Let’s go–”

“I-I don’t want to trouble you,” Steven stammered. “I can go by myself but thank you for offering to help,”

“Nonsense,” you waved your hand, dismissing his offer. “This is my fault anyway, I should’ve made a bit more noise before saying anything,”

Steven chuckled at that, following her to the kitchen.

“Not much you can do about that, love. The floors are quite noise proof,”

“Unless you’re wearing heels,” you snorted. “But I’m too clumsy to wear them,”

“Well, that just can’t be true now can it?” Steven’s heart fluttered when you gazed at him. “I can’t imagine you being clumsy,”

“Well you better believe it,” you nervously scratched the back of your head, which Steven found endearing. “I guess there’s a silver lining to everything, I’ll get to know you better while I’m putting ice on your hand,”

Steven’s mouth felt drier than an overcooked fish.

“You…You want to know more about me?”

“Yeah…I thought that was obvious? Why do you think I came to say hi,”

“I–I don’t know,” Steven quickly cleared his throat. “I wanted to know more about you too. So win win I guess?”

“Exactly,” you chuckled. “This is a win-win scenario. Though I am still really sorry about your hand,”

“How about you make it up to me with coffee?”

A smile graced your lips meanwhile Steven was shocked at his own boldness.

“I would really like that, Steven.”

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant fluff #steven grant imagines #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight tv #steven grant x y/n #steven grant imagine #moon knight tv series #drabble weekend !#your friendly neighborhood queue #scheduled

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Memory Test (The Riddler x Reader x Scarecrow)

Jonathan heard frantic pounding on his door. When he opened the door it was you. "Hi. Can you hide me?" "From...who?" He looked you over as you panted, clearly out of breath. "Riddler." You breathed before doubling over and panted, trying to catch your breath. "Fine, come in." Jonathan sighed. "What have you done now?" He asked.

"Got my revenge." You grinned between pants. "Hm?" He tilted his head. "Okay, so here's the story." You managed out. "Let me get you water. I'm listening." Jonathan said before walking to the kitchen. "So you know how Edward is being an ass as he always is and made me do those stupid riddles?" You began. Jonathan hummed. "I got the bastard back and he's hunting me down. This is what I did."

It started off with tiny things. You took random sticky notes off of his walls. Just one. The next time you were in his apartment you took another. You waited to see if he'd notice. He never said a word. Then you started taking things like pencils and pens. A green highlighter. None that were on the desk or the Riddler would notice. Given his photographic memory, he'd remember where he put things so it couldn't be objects he'd notice straight away and used regularly. Three pens, one highlighter and seven sticky notes in and Edward began to take notice. Confusion struck him and then he figured that he must be remembering but getting the time wrong. Plus these weren't anything of real value so theft wouldn't immediately come to mind.

Then you began to spice things up a little by replacing things with others. His green pen you took was now replaced with a black one. His highlighter replaced with a green marker. This was when he began to get very confused. "What on earth?" Edward picked up the marker. "What is it?" You called from the next room. "I lost my highlighter. I could have sworn I put it in this jar but now I have a green marker in its place." You peeked your head around the door. "Don't look at my plans!" He yelled and you squeaked, backing away. "Sorry! Well you must have put it there!" "I couldn't have, I'd remember doing that." He huffed. "You don't need to think that hard over putting a pen down, Ed. Plus you don't sleep much. You must have done it whilst tired. Either way, I wouldn't worry about it!" Edward sighed. "I suppose. He didn't see your smug smile from behind the wall. You began switching two keys on his computer keyboard. Seeing he didn't look down as he typed, he didn't notice. You switched the colour of a paper clip holding documents you couldn't understand. It didn't take long for him to start screaming about how those paper clips are colour coordinated and someone must be doing this. You gaped at him perplexed. "Stop gawking at me like a fish!" Edward snapped, startling you out of your stupor. "Get used to it. This is what he does." Penguin sighed, sending you a look. "Ed, when did you last sleep?" Jonathan asked. "Three nights ago! That has nothing to do with this!" Edward exclaimed. "Get some sleep, Edward. You're making silly mistakes and too tired to even realise it." Jonathan sighed. "I'm telling you! I don't make such errors! Even if sleep deprived!" Edward argued. "So your alternative is someone broke into your apartment and switched your green paper clip with another different coloured paperclip and left?" Penguin deadpanned. Edward sputtered. "Get some sleep tonight, Edward. Consider it an experiment. If the errors continue then you can be suspicious." Jonathan drawled.

The second you heard that Edward slept you left everything alone and untouched long enough for him to come to the conclusion it was him. You waited until it wasn't on the forefront of his mind. Until things such as sleep weren't so much as a priority to him before you started again.

You took a battery. Another sticky note. A random piece of paper with scrawls on it. That was when he was back to his hysterical state. "Where the hell could it possibly have gone! I put it in this book!" Edward screeched. "Edward, your place is a mess. Do you really think you wouldn't lose things in this?" Jonathan drawled. "It is organised...!" Edward retorted, tapping his temple. "...in here!" Meanwhile you popped a button off of one of his remotes and dropped it on the floor. "Oops." You whispered before sneaking away.

Two days later, he noticed the button missing. "I think I'd know when a button comes off, Crane!" He screeched and Jonathan sighed, couching down and picking the small bit of red plastic off of the floor. "Found it." He said dryly. "I'm telling you, I don't do this!" Edward cried out. "Maybe you have a brain tumour." Jonathan replied. "Not the time, Jonathan!" Edward glared.

The Riddler had been scribbling away on a bit of paper, jotting down equations as Two-Face and Penguin spoke, the three creating a plan. "Damn it!" The Riddler threw his pen away. "What's wrong?" You asked. "My pen ran out of ink." He grumbled. "Anyone got a pen?" "I do. Hang on." You smiled to yourself, digging out his green pen and handing it to him. He did a double take on it and gave you a questioning look. "What?" You asked. "Is that my pen I lost?" He asked darkly. "Uh, no? I bought this." You looked at his quizzically. "Let me see that." He frowned, snatching the pen. "Hey! Don't snatch!" You flapped you hand at the feeling of his nails. "It's chipped at the same-" Edward was cut off by the door slamming open.

"Start praying now!" Ivy glared daggers into him. The Riddler scoffed. "I don't pray. Nothing is superior to me. Religion is for fools." Two-Face leaned back. "Um, Ivy, what's up hon?" He asked warily. "I'm about to splatter this thief over the walls!” Ivy lunged and The Riddler jerked out of his seat. "Thief!? What are you talking about!? Have you become even more crazy than you were prior!?" He remarked, keeping the table between both him and Ivy. "Ivy, explained yourself!" Harvey said quickly. “I couldn't find my Liverworts anywhere! Where do I find it!? In your apartment! You rotten-" "Woah, woah, woah, stop. One second. Why the hell would I steal your plant!?" Edward snapped. "I don't care why you did it!" She snapped back. "You will pay with your life!" "No, use some damn logic, what use do I have for a plant!?" "It was in your apartment!" She seethed. "Why would it be in my apar-" Edward cut himself off, his eyes on the pen once again before a dark look crossed his features. It had just occurred to him that you were always around in one way or another. You shivered under his gaze. "Well...haha...I best be off- bye!" You said loudly. "Hey!" The Riddler yelled but you were out the door so fast, you could have been that flash fellow they hear about every now and then.

"So that was you, hm?" Jonathan smirked. "Yup and now I'm screwed." You nodded. Suddenly there was a kick to Jonathan's door. "Jonathan! Open up!" You're eyes grew wide. "Time to go and hide." Jonathan grinned. "Don't tell him I'm here!" You squeaked before taking off into his room.

Jonathan opened the door and Edward pushed past him. "Have you seen (Y/N)?" Edward demanded. "Yes." Jonathan replied. "Where is the little menace-" Edward scanned the room. "I don't know." Jonathan answered. "What!? What do you mean!?" Edward frowned. "You just said you saw them!" "Correct." Jonathan said with a nod. "Stop messing with me and tell me where they are!" Edward snapped. "Edward, you asked me if I've seen them. I have seen (Y/N) before." Jonathan replied. "I mean recently! Today!" Edward snapped. "Then say what you mean." Jonathan remarked coldly. "No I haven't seen them today. Why?" "You! You thought it was me! It was (Y/N)! They've been taking my things and now that crazy woman is on my tail about a stupid plant they put in my apartment!" Edward ranted. "Then I suggest you move quickly and go elsewhere before Ivy catches up." Jonathan said crisply. With a huff, Edward stormed out just as quickly as he came in, not seeing Jonathan's smirk as he left.

#batman #batman villains #the riddler #scarecrow #edward nygma #jonathan crane #reader #oneshot #one shot

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jiminrings · 3 years

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yoongi grills stem koo’s ass <3

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo wants to explain himself and yoongi may not want to listen

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

“the one that’s all knuckle?”

oh my god

IS THIS A RIDDLE????

yoongi tilts his head in amusement when this pathetic excuse for your past crush is calculating what he just said in his mind

what is a sandwich that’s all knuckle?? but it doesn’t even rhyme!!

aren’t riddles sUPPOSED to rhyme????

jungkook’s more than well-versed in stem-related problems that are just rephrased 237 times over and over so that it wouldn’t be as easy to solve

he can solve that!!!

but this!!! :O his mind is short-circuiting pls do not approach him

“hm?” yoongi’s smile patronizes him further and puts him on the spot, straightening his figure and jungkook’s quick to stop him from coming back inside your dorm

“i want to-“

“i asked you — have you ever had a knuckle sandwich?”

yoongi enunciates with so much clarity that kook finds his mind blanking, tripping over his words he hasn’t even formed yet

“i-is it-...” he stalls, trying to rack his mind for the bread he’s not sure he’s ever even heard of in his life, “i-is it like, a pork thing? uhm, t-the pig’s knuckle? and then you put it between, uhm, bread?”

,,,, laughable

jungkook’s supposed to be smart, isn’t he? or atleast that’s what yoongi thinks he’s supposed to be

lmao he would’ve laughed at the boy’s poor attempts if only he wasn’t furious at him

he’s dumb but not the endearing kind ://

“no,” yoongi drawls out, pretending to fish something out from his pocket

jungkook watches in intrigue, thinking that yoongi’s reaching for his phone to show him a picture of what it looks like

the hypothetical situation in jungkook’s mind is clearly not the one that happens

jungkook SHRIEKS as he stumbles on his heels backward — crystal clear to him that yoongi was not looking for his phone, but instead balling his fist and him being the receiving end

almost the receiving end

yoongi almost sucker-punches jungkook in a blink, fist literally a millimeter away from his nose and the only thing he could see at the moment is red

... red and jungkook’s wide eyes that have never carried this much fear up until now

“that’s a knuckle sandwich, kid. would’ve fed it to you if only y/n isn’t in the room right behind me.”

holy fuck

his heart is beating right against his ribcage and that shouldn’t be possible, fists closing upon themselves nervously as he tries to soothe his thumb so his mind relaxes

spoiler alert: it doesn’t work

jungkook’s mind is all over the place, even more rattled than it was when he takes a text without studying (he was so low he got a 98), but the only thing that’s clear is that you’re behind this door

“yoongi — mister yoongi, please. i-i need to explain myself, and if only you let me try, i can!! i swear. i’m not forcing you but-...”

there he is again

jungkook’s only been in his sight for like two minutes but his eyes are already sore

“why are you even here?” he scowls and even if the younger boy’s taller than him, every bit of his posture and demeanor at the bite of his words scream small, “why go all this length for someone you stomped on today, then have the gall to be a crybaby about it?”

he's speechless and it only serves him right, looking at his mudded-up converse and trying to focus on anything besides the guilt within

"m-my explanation," jungkook mutters, hands behind his back as if he's being scolded, “will you tell y/n?”

yoongi releases an agitated breath at him muttering your name

he dOESN'T get to say your name!! no!!! not after what he did to you

“i’m not concerned about you. what i decide to do or not, has nothing to do with whatever you say right now.”

kook solemnly nods, and even if yoongi's much harsher in your words compared to yours, the gravity of yours with him not being related to you cuts deeper

there's nothing else he could care about, actually

jungkook follows campus curfews to a T and would come home two hours earlier in the rare event that he goes somewhere

but now, he couldn't care less when the dorm master could just be there any second and he'd pass a hall monitor like usual

for the whole day, you were the only one that occupied his mind

"i know hyeji isn’t the one."

god, it was clear as day

he'll be the first one to admit that he can't read people very well, but he knew from the start that it's probably not hyeji who's been packing his lunchboxes

jungkook sometimes takes attendance in behalf of the professor because as much as he's shy, he's also a teacher's pet

the classes she shared with hyeji? she wasn't present everyday for the whole duration of two weeks, and how could it be that she still managed to make him a lunchbox if she wasn't present in the campus at all?

there was a probability that it could've been her, but it was so low that it sat right next to improbable

"i-i entertained the possibility briefly that she was, but then nothing was making sense the more i thought about it."

jungkook sometimes also checks papers because his professors trust him enough and he has perfect scores anyway, so he uses his own as his answer key

"i needed to interview y/n for an assignment, a-and a signature above a name was needed and it was just so familiar."

the moment he racks his head for hyeji's writing, it seemed fAR from the writing on the sticky notes on the lunchboxes

"then she seemed mad at me, but when i went to her on the field to try and confront her-" jungkook pauses and almost whispers the next part, the shame on his skin starting to seep into his bones, "she told me that we weren't related for me to feel hurt about it."

yoongi clenches his jaw, a pressure forming on the center of his eyebrows because he knows where this is leading

"a-and i thought it was hyeji again."

jungkook can't bring himself to be elated that it's been you the whole time because he might be a little too late; a little too late when he's already subjected you to the heartbreak you didn't deserve

"i-i didn’t know what clicked in my mind but i was just so hurt that-"

that's the fiNAL straw for yoongi

this has been him trying to keep his anger at bay the whole time, but this one!! this one he can't just accept

"you are a fucking asshole. honestly."

jungkook slightly winces with the sudden cussing, but it barely scratches the surface

"you think you’re the only one hurt? tell that to me who’s never seen y/n cry so hard before — or even cry at all."

his explanation wasn't an excuse and he knows it, but nonetheless, it tears him apart

"i’m sorry."

his lips quiver and he's trying sO hard not to cry in front of his senior, but yoongi doesn't feel even the slightest remorse for the kid

"i don’t care. you don’t apologize to me; you apologize to y/n. whether she forgives you or not, which for the record i don’t think she should, you cannot take back what you said."

if what jungkook said was eVER said to yoongi, given that he had the same circumstances as you did, he wouldn't know how to bounce back at all

it's a pain he doesn't wish to feel and he could only helplessly look at you who's trying to navigate it

perhaps you don't even plan to navigate it — knowing you, you're just gonna sail through it all to the point you're not giving yourself enough time to even realize that you already are

it was the same cycle of trying to move on without grieving through it properly that it hurts yoongi and seokjin and the tiny amount of people around you

"grovel at her feet. cry her an ocean. commit penitence. whatever you wanna come up with, no matter what, you do not make my y/n feel like she isn’t deserving of love."

you're family and yoongi goes above and beyond for family.

"i don’t care if you make up. i don’t care if you don’t. all i know is that in any other place besides outside the room she sleeps in, i’d hurt you like you hurt her."

jungkook almost wishes that yoongi punches him now and he won't even try to dodge it

"i deserve it."

"you do."

they whole-heartedly agree and it's the only time that yoongi can get behind jungkook's words

"i’m always gonna be on y/n’s side, kid."

there's no other way around it and as much as you know it or not, you've cemented your position in yoongi's heart unknowingly

"the only way that i’m gonna be on yours is when you’ve earned my utmost respect," he can't even see when that happens, crossing his arms across his chest, "and you don’t."

jungkook's tears are falling to the floor but they don't get on his cheeks, the sudden set of footsteps coming from his side making his head straighten and wipe his eyes immediately

he's the only one alarmed and he spares yoongi a glance, then to said person

yeah right that couldn't have been you :((

the guy who's approaching doesn't stop walking and he looks like.... he's uh,,, coming to where he's exactly standing????

he seems oddly familiar though

“oh, taehyung!"

where did he hear that name before??

taehyung stands at the same height as jungkook, maybe a centimeter or two taller, but he just couldn't stop looking at him from the corner of his eyes

yoongi's oblivious to jungkook's ongoing deduction, immediately engulfing taehyung in conversation

"y/n’s already asleep. i could do her part of the project-“

he offers because he recalls that right, you told him that taehyung's coming over to finish your shared project of a business plan late tonight

uhhhhh you're kinda zooted and going through it rOUGH so yoongi doesn't mind doing your contribution for you

“yoongi!! oh no man, it’s not what i came here for," he leans for a side hug, eyes landing on jungkook to drop a polite smile to acknowledge him

jungkook only slightly bows, confused but even more intrigued because he heard your name in the conversation

"i just uh, i just saw y/n crying while i was on my way home awhile ago, and i didn’t get to ask why, but i felt bad, so i came by to drop some cookies.”

taehyung continues talking and it leaves yoongi and jungkook stunned, but he only focuses his attention on the former

“you looked like a hazelnut cookie kind of guy, so i baked some too!! is y/n allergic to peanuts? i put some too in a separate container in case she is.”

yoongi laughs and they go from there

IT'S LIKE JUNGKOOK ISN'T EVEN HERE!!!!

baby he's here he's nOT a hallucination!!!!

despite the fact that he's sticking out like and (unacknowledged) sore thumb, no one makes a move to take the conversation elsewhere

“thanks, tae. damn, you did all this yourself?”

yoongi whistles when he takes the tupperware opening it and almost watering at the sight

he doesn't mind baking cookies for you in case you wake up hungry, but taehyung really just did himself a nice favor without knowing it

he smiles softly, eyes narrowing in intrigue now that he realizes

"taehyung. no offense, but you’ve only interacted with y/n like once and it’s only for a project. why would you bake her uhhh 28 cookies?”

hehe

“35, actually :D”

tae interjects, waving him off when yoongi's jaw drops even further

“yeah, i know. i just felt so sorry for her — i’m not related to y/n but i just felt like i wanted to make her feel better.”

jungkook's jaw locks at this, his breathing becoming shaky all over again, fists balled this time

“it’s like,, economics!! i don’t actually know, maybe??? i’m in visual arts. y/n took over my part for me when i was sick-“

".... so you made her 30 cookies."

taehyung's the personification of a golden retriever and now that he thinks about it, jungkook reckons seeing him more than a handful of times

he laughs deeply at yoongi's rebutt and it may be in unfortunate timing that jungkook realizes he kNOWS him

he's in the same year!! he's the one that takes the portraits for the school paper and it's always his name in the credits

"good night, yoongs. hug y/n for me. tell her i'll take over her part, no questions asked."

taehyung walks away and he's perfectly content even if he didn't get to give you the cookies like jungkook thought he would

"night, taehyung."

yoongi looks at the retreating figure briefly, then looks at jungkook pointedly

he doesn't realize that he's still budging and listened on an entire conversation, dropping his head when yoongi points to the elevator

"bye, jungkook."

"good night, yoongi."

he feels hesitant to leave but it's probably for the better, putting his hands in his pockets still not enough to make his hands stop trembling

kook stops at the middle of his walking, turning his head to look back at yoongi whose mouth already has crumbs

"c-can i see y/n tomorrow?"

"i'm not her dad."

jungkook nods somberly, leaving it at that while his bulk of emotions consume him

he thinks all about the ways he could attempt to make it up to you, a million ideas in his head but his head doesn't hurt

his nose twitches at the lingering scent the cookies left, annoyed at the persistent smell and perhaps the boy that brought them

jungkook's never really liked cookies.

#WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT :O PLACE UR BETS BESTIES #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook au #jungkook angst #jungkook angst imagine #jungkook scenario

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simpingfortwst · 3 years

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Mc vs The World’s Worst Pick Up Lines

Everyone decided it would be funny to wind up poor Mc, to absolutely no one’s suprise, it went terribly. It’s almost like they searched ‘basic pick up lines' and chose the first thing they saw.

Riddle

Riddle: Your body is a wonderland, and I'd like to be Alice

Mc: WHAT THE FUCK, ALICE IS LIKE 10

Riddle: OH SHI-

Trey

Trey: Is your dad a baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns

Mc: Is your dad a dentist? Because dealing with you is like pulling teeth

Cater

Cater: ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

Mc: How the hell do you even say that out loud?

Ace

Ace: *dickpic*

(Sorry Ace fans but I don’t make the rules)

Deuce

Deuce: Did it hurt?

Mc: *already knows where this is going* When I crawled up from Hell? Yeah, like a bitch

Leona

Leona: They say you are what you eat… and I want to be you

Mc: And I want to be dead, we can’t have everything ya know

Ruggie

Ruggie: Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart

Mc: Good God, even you can do better than that

Jack

Jack: I heard you like alpha males, well thats great because I’m the leader of the pack

Mc: Isn’t Leona the dorm leader?

Azul

Azul: If I told you, you had great chromatophores, would you hold them against me?

Mc: Chromatuhwhat now?

Jade

Jade: I love seafood, and your breath smells like crab cakes

Mc: !!!

Floyd

Floyd: Does your pussy smell like fish? Because I like eating sushi

Mc: Yeah and I like eating eel, back off fish lips

Kalim

Kalim: You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine

Mc: Kalim… What… Okay I’ve definitely heard worse. Thank you for not being intolerable

Jamil

Jamil: Whether Jafar or Ja-close, I’ll always be yours

Mc: And I’ll always be one shit pick up line from overblotting

Vil

Vil: Are you wearing lipstick? Mind if I taste it?

Mc: Lipstick is makeup, not food. You of all people should know this Vil. I’m disappointed

Rook

Rook: Mademoiselle, you appear to be suffering from a lack of Vitamin Me

Mc: Oh… Is it found in vegetables? I don’t eat a lot of vegetables…

Epel

Epel: I’m the eighth dwarf, Sexy

Mc: Because you’re short???

Idia

Idia: Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I’m feeling a connection

Mc: How about I connect my shoes with your face?

Malleus

Malleus: You could never be ice cream. You’re too hot… and a person

Mc: Lilia put you up to this didn’t he?

Malleus: Yes

Lilia

Lilia: Do you believe in love at first bite?

Mc: Nope

Silver

Silver: I'll make you want to spend more time in bed with me than Sleeping Beauty

Mc: Sleep is my only escape from this pick up line horror show, I really don’t need your help

Sebek

Sebek: Go out with me… Stupid human

Mc: YES, ABSOLUTELY OMG SOMEONE FUCKING NORMAL AT LAST

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foli-vora · 4 years

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more than words, pt.4

A/N: Hello, angels! I hope you’re all safe and healthy! Next instalment is here, and I’m very excited for what’s coming. I really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy, too! Love to you all! (I hope I haven’t forgotten to tag anyone but if I did, I’m really sorry!)

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader, best friend!Benny Miller x f!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, swearing, brief alcohol mention, bit of spice (reminder: this fic is 18+), Frankie being the tease he is

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.5 / pt.6

Your lips were still tingling when you woke the next morning, eyes fluttering open and a smile creeping onto your face as the events from last night replay through your mind for the millionth time. Frankie had been on your mind the entire drive home, the tenderness of his first kiss kicking your heart into double time, and the pure unrestrained passion of the kiss that followed hitting a far lot lower.

Was it possible for a first date to go as well as it did? There wasn’t a single moment in your time spent with Frankie that had you unsure about his character or intentions.

Benny had actually done it. He had found you a guy you really liked. Is Hell freezing over?

You reach for your phone as you slip from bed, stretching leisurely as you make your way to the kitchen, and finding Benny’s contact before pressing ‘call’. It takes a few rings, until his drawl finally greets you through the phone.

“Did you puke?” is his immediate answer and you roll your eyes, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you putter around your kitchen putting some breakfast together.

“No, you asshole.”

He laughs. “He’s that whipped, he’d probably thank you.”

What? What does that mean? Has Frankie spoken to Benny? Did he talk about last night? What did he say? Did he think it went as well as you did? Shit. Calm down. You try to steady your suddenly quickening pulse, a pleasant flutter consuming your stomach as you attempt to sound casual.

“Oh? Has he said something?”

Benny’s voice is sly, teasing – he knows you far too well. “Maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Maybe I’m sitting next to him right now. And maybe he’s sitting here blushin’ like a little –” Benny grunts suddenly, seemingly in pain, and the phone crackles as he shifts on the other end, “don’t fuckin’ kick me. Anyway, Fish wants to know what you’re wearing.”

You hear him then, raspy voice piping up in the background with an aghast ‘What?! No–’ and then there’s more scuffling, more grunts of pain, and Benny’s snort of laughter.

“What are you even doing up?” Benny redirects his attention to you after a few minutes of bickering with Frankie, words muffled as he talks around whatever food he has rolling around his mouth. He had noted the early time when your face had flashed over his screen, wondering what could’ve possibly gotten you up and out of bed so early on a day off.

You shrug lightly, even though he couldn’t see it, and prepare your pancake batter. “Just couldn’t sleep in.”

He’s quiet, chewing thoughtfully and then asking softly, “You okay?”

“Yeah – I’m fine, just bored sitting at home. For some reason, I wanted to see what you were up to and if you wanted to hang out, but you’re busy so never mind.”

Benny laughs, “Aw, you missin’ me, angel?” he teases.

“Ugh, I take it back. I’d rather sit here in silence and stare at my wall.”

You can hear him laughing even as you pull your phone away and press the red button, shaking your head and smiling to yourself.

A week passes by before you even know it, work taking over much of your week, and much to your delight, Frankie had eagerly organised another night to meet up. You had talked all week of course – a phone call every evening once Mena had been put down for the night, texts here and there throughout the day, and when he had asked if you were free at all over the weekend, you had agreed without a second thought.

Eagerness buzzes through your system the entire day of the date and the drive to the restaurant, a much welcome change from the anxiety riddled one before. It was a breath of fresh air.

Frankie was waiting for you, as he said he would, leaning against the wall of the restaurant and a smile immediately widening his features when his eyes find you.

This time there was no hesitation, no voice in the back of your mind wondering how to tackle the situation. As soon as you saw him – you couldn’t help yourself – you were in his arms and giving him a soft kiss in greeting. Pleasantly surprised, he smiles against your lips, arms winding around your waist, and the electric tingles that rocket up from your palm when his rough hand gently takes yours has your heart going wild in your chest.

It’s dinner instead of drinks this time, and the two of you squeeze yourselves into one side of the leather booths, instead of sitting opposite each other. You order quickly, and sip at your beer while you listen to Frankie talk about his week, the conversation soon moving in all sorts of directions as you wait for your food.

“How could you not?” You cry at one point, slapping a hand on the table and watching his shoulders shake as he laughs, stomach twisting at the pleasant sound of it. “The universe is huge – like, huge. We are not alone.” You say ominously, and he laughs harder, head hitting the back of the booth.

“Where’s the proof?”

“What?”

“The proof! If it’s so big and we’re not the only ones here, where is everyone?”

“It’s a cover up.” You sniff indifferently, sipping your drink and fighting the twitches threatening to turn your pursed lips into a smile. “Oh my god, you were in the military – are you in on it?”

He’s struggling to breathe, cheeks aching under the grin stretching his features and stomach starting to cramp. “In on what?”

“That’s it! You’re part of the cover up!”

“Yeah, you’ve got me. I was actually a part of a crew chasing away UFO’s.”

No longer able to keep it in, you erupt into a fit of violent giggles, melting over the table top and letting the laughter shake your frame. Frankie watches you fondly, affection flooding his system and causing his insides to warm pleasantly.

He was still trying to work out how he was here, with a beautiful woman, having great conversations, fun conversations, and laughing more than he had in… shit… a long time. It was refreshing and, if he were completely honest with himself, slightly nerve-wracking. Nothing ever stays so perfect, and that thought had him ensuring he was enjoying every second he could with you before you inevitably realised you were incredibly out of his league and went looking elsewhere.

But… how could you ever? When you peak up at him, you can’t help but study the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his dimples deepen in his cheek, and you honestly couldn’t imagine anywhere else in the world you’d rather be. It was… scary. You’d only known him a couple of weeks, and you were feeling like this?

The night melts away before you both even know it happens and soon, you’re snatching up the bill before he can move, and walking out onto the street, Frankie’s arm slung around your shoulders and keeping you pressed close up to his side as a sharp late evening breeze sweeps through you both.

“You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

“Chickens?”

“I’m sorry, but have you ever been chased by a rooster? Those things are fucking vicious, Frankie.”

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay, well what about you?”

“Heights.”

What?

You frown, “But you’re a pilot?”

“I can handle heights if I can control the situation. Flying is easy – I know what to do when I need to do it. It’s when something’s out of my control – falling off a cliff and shit. It’s just… a long way down.” He’s quiet, obviously dwelling on something before he’s shaking his head and smiling, “Do you have a favourite book?”

The short walk to your car takes longer with the leisurely pace you both had unconsciously set, wanting to milk the remaining minutes of the date as much as you could before having to part ways.

“Thank you for dinner.” He spins you into his arms and you laugh quietly, smiling.

“You’re welcome.”

Silence falls over you both as you regard the other.

Frankie… your voice is so quiet, the soft whisper of it dances in his ears, igniting a fire through his veins. He unconsciously presses himself closer, lost in the way your lashes flutter when you look at him. You raise a hand, fingers trailing softly against his jaw and he turns his face into your touch, chasing the feeling of your warm fingertips as they glide up and around his neck.

“Kiss me?”

He smiles, enjoying the way your face scrunches slightly as he nuzzles his nose against yours, “Say please,” he mutters playfully, grin widening when you breathe a quiet giggle.

“Please kiss me, Francisco.”

Oh shit.

You don’t miss the way his face slackens for a brief moment, eyes widening and breath seemingly getting caught in his throat. He swallows, the flicker of a flame that had been burning lowly in his stomach suddenly blazes red hot and then he’s moving, hands cupping your cheeks and claiming your mouth with an intensity that had your knees buckling the second his lips touched yours.

You melt instantly, unable to stop the small whimper that bubbles from your mouth as his tongue traces teasingly along your lip. You open your mouth automatically, tongue immediately sliding greedily along his. His mouth was hot, rough against yours, and the grunt he lets out when your fingers dig into the dark curls at the nape of his neck has a delicious heat shooting to your core, your hips rolling against his.

Fuck. Did you just grind on him?

The sudden stab of panic at potentially going too far is quickly extinguished when his hands fly to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer and keeping you tight up against him while his fingers dig hungrily into your flesh.

The sudden blaring of a car alarm has you both jumping apart and a mile high, Frankie’s hands tightening on you instinctively, and it’s not until you look around that you discover it’s your car making that God awful noise that is ripping your ear drums apart.

“Shit,” you fumble for your keys, quickly pressing the button while Frankie chuckles into the skin of your throat, hands softly rubbing up and down along your waist to calm you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault.” He grins, not at all remorseful for causing such a big disturbance. “It was probably for the best – any longer and we might’ve been arrested for indecent exposure.” The words are growled playfully against your skin, but you can’t help thinking he wasn’t far from the truth. You laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and placing a final kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Drive safe,” you say as he begins to pull back, and he smiles warmly at you.

“You too.”

You slip into your car, watch him disappear down the street and sigh dreamily, body working on auto-pilot for the drive home while your head remains firmly in the clouds. You could only hope you had actually somewhat paid attention to the road and didn’t miss any stop signs or red lights.

Your phone goes off in your hand when you eventually walk through the door to your apartment, and you read the text as you shrug off your jacket. Your eyes have to read it back and forth a few times before the words actually sink in, and then you’re holding it to your chest, delicately cradling the device while you rest heavily on your door, heat flushing along your cheeks.

I’ve thought about whether or not I should say this the entire drive home, but fuck it... miss you already.

Well, fuck.

Delivering a sharp little karate chop to the remaining flat cushion on your couch to fluff it, you place it with the others and then neaten the edges of the blanket hanging over the back, casting one final glance around your apartment and trying to imagine seeing it through a visitor’s eyes.

Clean.

Really clean.

Frankie was picking you up for a ‘mystery date’, which meant – naturally – you had spent the entire day scrubbing every surface in your apartment until it looked like you semi-had your life together. Did you inhale more bleach than what is probably considered healthy? Most definitely. Do you regret it? No. Will your apartment ever be this clean again? Also probably a no.

Checking the time, you’re startled to see how long you had spent fluffing fucking pillows and chant curses as you run to your room, kicking the clothes you rip off under your bed to deal with later and quickly pulling on the outfit it had definitely not taken you two hours to decide on. Your eyes dart to the alarm clock next to your bed when a knock on the door echoes throughout your small home.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he’s on time –

God, why can’t he just show up half an hour late like the others? You immediately regret giving him the code to your building… that could’ve bought you an extra few minutes.

Stupid perfect face with his stupid perfect punctuality –

You open the door with a grin, hoping your forehead doesn’t look as sweaty as it feels, face softening when you find Frankie standing on the other side with a little potted houseplant cradled in his palms. He sees your eyes fall to it curiously and holds it out to you, your fingers brushing his when you carefully take it from his hands.

“You said flowers make you sad when they die, so…” he shrugs lightly, a gentle smile curling his lips.

Oh.

Emotion claws at your throat as your fingers trace the patterned leaves softly. Not only had he paid attention and actually listened to you during your many conversations, he had gone out of his way to find you a gift you could nurture, one that wouldn’t inevitably end up in the trash after a week or two of blossoming.

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, clearing your throat quietly before glancing up at him, shy and overwhelmed by the wave of adoration that inundates you.

“Thank you, Frankie. I love it.”

And he knows you really do. He can hear it in your voice, sees the gratitude shining in your eyes. He follows you as you turn back into your apartment, eyes following you fondly as you walk around, eyeing potential places to situate your new addition.

“I think he looks good there.” You say, turning to confirm his approval over your shoulder after you situate it in the middle of your small dining table. He smiles, nodding his support and watching you turn back to look at the plant, taking his own little minute to admire you and the way you look bathed in the bright afternoon sun shining through your windows.

Fuck. He was captivated, completely infatuated by someone he had only known, what – three weeks? He should be nervous, should be alarmed that such strong feelings had developed so quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything other than joy – hope. Maybe this could be it, you and him. Endgame.

Fuck. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

His arms open automatically when you saunter up to him, enveloping you into a warm embrace while you press an appreciative kiss to his cheek.

“So, this mystery date,” you say, pulling back to gaze up at him while your hands wrap loosely around his neck, “will I need a jacket?”

“Yes,” he nods, grinning when your brows pinch in contemplation. “You’ll never guess so don’t hurt you head trying.” Lips press against your forehead and you press back into the soft touch, heart jumping at the tender gesture.

“Minigolf?” You question, looking up at the colourful entrance.

“Is that okay? If not, we can go somewhere else –”

He’s nervous – you can hear it in his voice.

Easing his anxiety, you shake your head and grin, “It’s perfect.”

You watch him relax, a pleased smile curling his lips, and then your hand is in his as he leads you through the gate and to the reception area to pay. The both of you meander outside once collecting your clubs and balls, and you feel childishly giddy at all the bright colours and fun obstacles set throughout, bouncing slightly in excitement as you walk to the first hole.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He asks around a grin, head tilting as he watches you set up and take your position.

“This isn’t my first time,” you hum, shifting on your feet and lining up your shot. Swinging the golf club gently, you watch the neon orange ball bounce along the walls and finish up teeteringly on the edge of the cup before falling in with a satisfying clunk.

“Oh, by the way,” you spin, smirking, “I kick ass at minigolf.”

“Good,” he returns your smirk, gently nudging you out the way, “I don’t have to take it easy on you, then.”

What had started out as fun, quickly becomes competitive, and with competition comes foul play. Frankie had pinched your sides when you went to hit your ball, your body jolting with a yelp of surprise as he exploited your ticklish spots. In return, you knocked his golf club when he swung, and giggled wildly when he immediately turned on you, wrapping you in a tight hold and raining scratchy kisses along your throat in punishment.

The afternoon melts into evening with mix of steady conversation, laughter and hidden kisses behind obstacles – Frankie stealing the breath right from your lungs when he crowds you against the side of the colourfully decorated windmill and claims your mouth, the crowds of other couples and families wandering around the course oblivious to the two of you hidden in the shadows.

If he was trying to work you up, it was working. He had to know what he was doing to you, had to know how all-consuming his presence was when he swept you up into kiss after kiss. You were so wrapped up in the touches he would caress you with, so focused on the feel of his moustache as it tickled the skin above your lip, that you were completely unaware you were losing… until you peaked at the card Frankie kept sticking out of his back pocket (totally not because you were checking out his ass) and the wave of vicious competitiveness shadows the overwhelming desire to jump him right in the middle of the course on the artificial turf.

Payback.

The next course, you took your short as normal, squirming as you feel Frankie come to stand right behind you. Focus –

Breathe, he’s not there. Breathe, he’s not there. Breathe –

Goosebumps rise along your arms in waves, the skin on the back of your neck prickling as he ghosts his curved nose down the column of your throat, your head tilting ever so slightly to allow him more access.

Fuck. No, breathe –

You swing the club, satisfaction rolling through you when the ball ends up in the cup perfectly in one shot. He’s slightly shocked, incredibly impressed, and presses a soft kiss of praise just below your ear. You watch as he takes your place, dropping his ball on the ground and readying his posture.

God, you need to stop looking at him like that.

The golf club feels loose in his grip, palms clammy from the fiery gaze locked onto the back of his neck as he hunches over for his turn. He feels a presence behind him but doesn’t pay any mind to it, and instead pays all of his attention to lining up the ball, mentally calculating what sort of angle he’d need to get it through the tunnel and around the winding corners to the cup a short dip below.

The cool puff of air suddenly blowing past and tickling his ear makes him fumble, the ball missing the tunnel and bouncing off of the sides and rolling back to his feet. He sighs, eyeing you over his shoulder with a playful frown as you blink innocently back at him.

He lines up again, tensing when warm hands work their way under his jacket, resting softly on his hips. He could feel the heat of your palms through his t-shirt and clears his throat, shifting on his feet and trying to focus back on the ball. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, teeth nipping lightly at his skin when he swings the golf club softly. Another miss. Frankie watches the ball return again, stopping at his feet with a light knock to his shoe.

“Yeah, that’s right, Morales – I’m onto you.” Your soft voice rings in his ear and he grins, knocking the ball into position with his club. “You may play dirty… but I do, too – try again.”

The words settle hotly in his stomach.

“You think you can win?”

“I know I can.” You all but purr into his ear.

He blocks you out then, focusing everything he has on getting that stupid fucking pink ball through the tunnel. He’s got it this time. This time –

Fingers dive under his shirt and his stomach jumps as they trace along his hot skin, slowly following along the waistband of his jeans teasingly. Fire shoots through his veins, muscles clenching under the feather light touches, your nails softly dragging along his skin.

Fucking Christ –

“Are you just going to stand here all day, Francisco?” You question slyly, voice soft and mocking. At your teasing, both verbal and physical, he hits the ball a little harder than intended and it bounces off the turf entirely and into the bushes lining the course.

You’re smug as you watch it disappear into the shrubs, “I’d say that’s forfeit.”

You go to step away when he starts to turn, but a hand grabs your wrist and keeps you flush against him, your insides somersaulting as his dark eyes burn through you.

“You’re trouble.” He accuses gruffly, heart still hammering in his chest while his skin burns from the ghost of your touches.

“You love it.”

He does.

Fuck, he does. Too much.

“Come on, loser,” you murmur, lips leaving a whisper of a kiss against his. “I’m hungry.” And with that, you turn, winking cheekily at him from over your shoulder, and he watches you walk away with a dumbfounded expression before he follows along behind you, jeans feeling a little tighter than what they did before.

The tension is stifling in the truck on the drive home. You feel your heart beating in your ears, the anticipation bubbling in your chest growing with every mile Frankie travels closer to your apartment. You were aching. Physically in fucking pain, and rubbing your thighs together was doing nothing to soothe the insistent throbbing from your core.

All that playful teasing, the touches and the rough kisses during the day, had caught up, and it was destroying you.

Frankie had briefly mentioned Mena staying with his parents for the night, and it had kickstarted your thoughts into overdrive. Was that a hint? Was he giving you a green light to potentially take this further? Was he saying he would be open to staying over? Was he asking to?

You were worried you were thinking on it too much, maybe getting the wrong idea and he was just expressing how nice it would be to have a night all to himself, but then his hand landed on your thigh and squeezed, and any inklings of doubt all but vanished.

He watches you from the corner of his eye, trying to focus on the road and not the way you keep shifting in your seat. He feels every time you squeeze your thighs together, feels the muscles move under his hand, and he physically has to stop himself from making a noise every time you do. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to him?

Your building comes into view and then he’s pulling up outside, removing his hand from your thigh and throwing the truck into park, letting it idle while you study the structure and get your thoughts together. Swallowing the sudden spike of nerves that settle in your stomach, you look to Frankie and find him already watching you quietly.

For a moment, you say nothing, and he doesn’t bother filling the silence. He lets you have all the time you need while you decide on your next move. Not that you need much time – you know exactly what you want.

“Do you want to come up?” You ask quietly, watching his eyes darken as they flicker to your building before returning to you. You watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows, and then he’s nodding, turning the keys in the ignition and the truck cuts out beneath you.

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genshin-scenarios · 3 years

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You turn into a koi fish (Inazuma)

The Inazumans now have to make sure you survive until you turn back. Shorter HCs than usual because, well...

Disclaimer: This is a humor post please don’t come for my kneecaps

Characters: Kazuha, Gorou, Thoma, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Kokomi, Sara, Baal, Scaramouche (not sure if he’ll even appear in this region but we can manifest it, right..?)

Warnings: Near death and suffocation/lack of air

Kazuha

I’m sorry to say that he almost cooked you to make his special dish - if it helps, Kazuha puts a lot of care into his cooking so at the very least you would’ve gone out in style.

It was an accident though and he realized that wait, this isn’t the kind of fish you use to cook - later he notices that you were the fish so... disaster avoided!

Gorou

So everyone knows that you can’t just keep fish in a small tank, right? Right. So Gorou leaves you somewhere with more space!

He might have overlooked the fact that there were other koi in that pond, and now uh... he can’t find you because every time he tries to get a closer look they all swim towards him thinking there’s food.

Thoma

I am once again sorry to say that !! His curiousity might’ve gotten the better of him and-- well, hear him out. You got turned into a fish, but you’re actually a human, so... Do you really need to be in water..?

The answer is yes, after you almost died when the moisture dried out from your body and no, you can’t breathe like human-you did. He noticed in time though! And you did leap out of the water to smack him in retaliation after, if that helps.

Ayaka

She forgets you can’t talk as a fish and ends up asking you a question that you cannot answer above trying to do fish-charades and nodding or shaking your head.

It’s alright though because you still got to listen to her musings! Ayaka also painted you at one point since koi fish are pretty, and every time she sees the image she chuckles to herself at how this was the first painting she made of you - you’re quite cute as a fish!

Yoimiya

Okay so!! This is how it went; she was going to try and find someone she knows that can keep you safe, but then... they mentioned that since you’re not an actual koi fish, Yoimiya could take you around with her so you don’t get bored staring at a room.

So now you’re in a fish bowl that she’s carrying as she goes about her day! It’s nice to see everyone happy when they’re with Yoimiya, plus some kids took to decorate your fish bowl with a pretty ribbon.

Kokomi

She was going to draft up some letters and read for the day, so you spent the day with Kokomi in her study! It’s nice to spend time with her, and while you can’t really speak, she reads out a part of the book she’s reading to you (in truth, she’s rereading it, sharing a favourite part)

Kokomi also uses her vision to give you an out-of-tank experience, though it’s not as hazardous as Thoma’s version since she’s controlling a sphere of water with you in it! She’s almost disappointed when you turn back to normal, since it really was quite fun to transport you around like that.

Sara

Sara has taken care of fish before but since this is literally you... Forgive her if she’s a bit unused to the situation. She makes sure you have enough space in your tank, but every time you fix your gaze on Sara she gets a bit awkward; what are you thinking about? She can’t even ask you that since you don’t have a voice to answer!

Her subordinates have no idea where you came from or why Sara seems so protective over a koi fish, but no one dares to comment on it. She might’ve also tried to give you fish food at one point out of habit, but you refused to stoop that low (she got you bread instead later on).

Baal

She just goes about her day like normal, though if you squint... Baal does seem a bit more agitated than usual, even if she doesn’t allow it to seep into her ethereal, composed mannerisms.

Baal is just the littlest bit annoyed when she was unable to turn you back to a human immediately - though this also just makes her more determined to become stronger. In the meantime, you’re in a very prettily decorated fish tank with lots of things to investigate (a curious token, a riddle on the underside of a rock formation) - you’re pretty occupied for the day so you barely have any complaints, while Baal seems more displeased on your behalf.

Scaramouche

Very grumpy about this whole thing but Scaramouche also doesn’t have the time or patience to explain in any degree, why he was so annoyed at a fish. (A fish that he was also simultaneously being very careful with, despite his complaints.)

Why are you so troublesome? Why is it that he can’t bring himself to just leave you to cope? Who knows! All in all he spends the day grumbling to you while his subordinates remind themselves once again, that one does not question a harbinger.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin scaramouche #genshin baal #genshin kokomi #genshin sara #genshin ayaka #genshin thoma #genshin yoimiya #genshin kazuha #genshin gorou #genshin imagines #genimp headcanons #genshin scenarios #gi headcanons #inazuma spoilers #traveler wishes

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sandbees · 4 years

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Child! Yuu: Heartslybul

So I was planning to write a full on plot idea for All the chapters, then I look at the chapters themselves and...yeah that’s going to drain a lot out of me. So instead I’m going to write what each dorm will think of Child Yuu and general headcannons about it.

Ace:

The older brother that Yuu looks up to.

When they first met, Ace was ragging on Grim. He didn’t say anything too mean to Yuu, though. That’s because of his inability to make kids cry.

Really, who makes a 10 year old cry? (Looks at the overblots)

I think Ace would act as the brother Yuu would look up to because he acts all cool around them.

He’d definitely teach Yuu some card tricks he learned from his family.

He treats them like a little sibling. (He’s always wanted a little sibling actually, to tease and joke with)

Yuu has smacked him 100% for being stupid (“Even I know not to make deals with shady fish men. Big brothers, why?”)

Look me in the eyes and tell me Ace doesn’t praise Yuu for causing trouble. Look me in the eyes and tell me.

I mean he’d probably lightly scold them but still.

If anyone makes Yuu cry? Guess they’re going to be thrown back in a gust of wind, with a lot of insulting words to boot. No one messes with Yuu.

When Yuu called Ace “big brother”, he smiled widely, and proceeded to act all smug about it (but he’s really happy that Yuu calls him a big brother)

Deuce:

Deuce is trying his best to be a good big brother.

He has no idea how to be a brother, he’s never had a younger sibling - or a sibling in general.

He’s going to try extra hard to be an honor student; he doesn’t want Yuu to grow up like him! He has to be Yuu’s role model!

Yuu wants Deuce to use magic to lift them up like he did with Ace. Deuce says no.

Low key scared that he’s going to scare Yuu if he goes into his “bad boy mode”

“Those poor chicks...” “...NOOOO THE CHICKS D:”

Ace explains to both of them that the eggs they have aren’t fertilized and never had chicks in them - it’s a chick shock x2

Yuu is softer to Deuce if he does something stupid, but will still scold him.

Both Deuce and Yuu are the excitement duo; they will be excited for anything and will be very hyped up about it.

Deuce is Yuu’s favorite brother (but they don’t say anything because it might make the others jealous)

Deuce summoned a cauldron by accident once, and Yuu climbed in and played peek-a-boo until it was...unsummoned? (I have no idea what happens to the cauldrons summoned by Deuce.)

When Yuu called Deuce “big brother”, Deuce was very flattered. “Big brother? You think of me as your brother? Well, I’ll be your best brother in the world!”

Cater:

So I imagine Cater taking a lot of cute pictures of Yuu.

He’s posted some photos of you on his Magicam and his fans love you.

He totally shows Yuu all of his cute animal photos he’s collected over the years if they asked.

Cater has two big sisters, so he knows the ins and outs of how to be a good sibling.

I can see Cater swapping foods with Yuu - he gives Yuu any sweet food in exchange for some salty food

Yuu doesn’t complain because they like the sweets Cater gives them

But sometimes it becomes a full on debate/trade deal that they take way to seriously.

“What about if I give you this, and you give me this?” “Never! That’s my favorite part, what about this?” “Hmm...I rather do like that...but what if I sweeten the deal and add this!” “....Clever, clever brother.”

Small photo shoots, Yuu is happy to hang out with him!

I think if Yuu ever wanted to wear a Heartslybul outfit Cater would be the one to help find one that suits Yuu (Trey would be the one to tailor it to make it fit better)

Yuu calls Cater “Cay-kun” whenever they want something from him, and he can never say no.

Yuu can always rely on Cater for any troubles they may have.

“Yuu~! Smile for the camera!” “Ok! :D” “I’m saving your smile forever.”

When Yuu first called Cater “big brother”, he laughed and went over to take a photo to celebrate a new sibling bond. (#gotayoungersibling #arenttheysocute? #newbigbrother)

Cater will live up to his big brother role, after all, as Yuu’s new big brother he has to take care of Yuu, no?

Trey:

Yuu thinks of Trey as a big brother and also the best parent.

Would buy Trey a #1 Dad mug if Yuu didn’t also see Crowley as their dad (sorry Trey...but your Yuu’s favorite 3rd year if that helps-)

When they first met, Yuu just got big brother vibes from Trey. Immediately went to hug him.

“You have big brother vibes and I vibe with that.” “What?” “It means Yuu likes you.”

Trey goes full big brother mode whenever Yuu is around. No one with ill intent (who has malicious thoughts about a child?) would think of approaching due to Trey being around.

He definitely spoils Yuu with any treats he bakes (though not too much - they’d get a stomach ache if they ate too many sweets!)

He’s totally the reason why Yuu went on a Sugar Rush around the school (luckily, nothing of value was broken)

I mean, he has a little sister and younger brothers so he knows how to deal with Yuu being hyperactive.

So the damage of the Sugar Rush incident was less destructive than it would have been.

If Yuu is sad, they can rely on Trey to be a shoulder to cry on. He’s very good at listening to their problems.

When Yuu calls him “big brother”, Trey carries the title with pride. Yuu also uses this as an advantage; call Trey big brother? He’s more willing to hear out whatever Yuu is asking more.

Riddle:

Riddle, Riddle, Riddle.

How do I put this? He made Yuu cry.

Yeah, not the best first impression.

During the Unbirthday party, when Riddle knocked the tart off it’s plate, Yuu is quick to defend Ace. Riddle retaliated with yelling at Yuu.

And Yuu (in my canon) does not take people angrily yelling at them well, which makes them panic and cry.

Cater and Trey didn’t have to force them out - Deuce and Ace left as soon as Yuu burst into tears and ran. (As good brothers, the duo went to go and comfort Yuu)

Riddle, for what is was worth, suddenly had a flashback of when he ran away in tears when he was young. He tried to convince his mother to have a tart, and she scolded him to tears.

He feels like an jerk now. A big, mean jerk.

After the overblot business, he didn’t expect a lot of forgiveness. Which is why he was surprised when Yuu walks over and hugs him when he was conscious.

Riddle: Wh...Why are you hugging me? Why do you think I deserve this?

Yuu: Because you look like you needed a hug. I forgive you for earlier, you had your reasons, as much as I disagree with them.

Yuu: You’re fine now! I hope I can help you make amends with Heartslybul big brother! :D

From that moment on, Riddle became Yuu’s big brother.

It was a really sweet moment, and no one dared intervene (well, Grim tried to but Crowley held him back)

As a big brother, Riddle is very overprotective. Be around Yuu in a way he deems “inappropriate” and “as a bad influence”, expect him to go “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Despite that, Riddle is particularly soft with Yuu.

If Yuu broke a rule, he’d softly scold them, but he did it in a way that was like a soft reminder and not like a lecture.

He’s never had a younger sibling before so he’s asking Trey for tips to be a good older brother.

I’d like to think Riddle teaches Yuu proper tea etiquette whenever they come over for Unbirthdays

Both share a love for sweets, so they tend to share/exchange sweets during lunch

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland mc #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #child!yuu #twisted wonderland headcannons #Heartslybul #ace and deuce almost punch riddle #Yuu is too pure for this world #and the world will burn if anything happens to Yuu #the more people Yuu drags into the family the more the world will suffer if they get hurt

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S02E06: The Game Show Killer (Part 1)

1. Paulina Gets Fired

Paulina stood in the elevator, her hands fidgeting at her sides. She plucked at the fabric of her well-kept slacks, needled at the strings inside her pockets, and tried not to chew a hole through her own cheek. He’s gonna let me off easy, I know it, she tried to convince herself. He likes me. We’ve known each other a long time… Has this elevator always been this slow?

The doors opened into a massive room. It was nearly as large as a tennis court, and the entire back wall was made of glass. Through it she could see alien shapes moving in the thick, dark water, cast in an eerie blue light by lamps from beneath the aquarium. The fish swam round and round, some looking at her with eyes as big as saucers. Others had no discernable eyes at all. And one of them had a tiny light of its own on a long, thin tendril, dangling right above its hideous maw.

“Paulina,” came a cold, clear voice. She snapped to attention. At the end of a long carpet, a pale and sickly-looking man—his hair and skin a gauzy white, his form beautiful even in his gauntness—laced his fingers together. “Why did I receive a call from the head of Top Tier this morning?”

“I-I dunno, boss,” Paulina stammered. “Why?”

“This isn’t a riddle, you goon!” President Amar roared, bringing his hand down onto the desk with a sound like a gunshot. Paulina jumped. “I had to spend thirty minutes convincing Percy King that I wasn’t responsible for his dim-bulb host coming home with bruises. Would you care to explain why you moved without my explicit authorization?”

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I thought…I thought it was the right time. I mean, you always said Sparker was the weak link in TT, so I thought I could help you.” The excuses tumbled out of her as she gesticulated. “I know you’ve always wanted him out of the picture! I just jumped the gun a little, that’s all!”

“That’s all? Do you realize the nightmare you’ve put me through?” Amar spun around in his chair to face the aquarium, sighing irritably. “I've already had my hands full with that idiot nephew of mine terrorizing Sparker and his friends on the road! Don't tell me you two came up with this on your own."

“I don't know anything about that, boss,” Paulina groveled. “I swear! I can talk to him, if you want," she stammered. "He and I get along real well, but--"

Amar spun back around, his gaze cold. “No, I think you’ve done quite enough for one day,” he declared. “I wouldn’t dream of imposing any more work upon you. Collect your things from the hotel, Paulina. I’m terminating your employment, effective as of…” He glanced at his watch. “Now.”

Paulina froze.

“Did you hear me? Get out of here,” her boss ordered. He pointed towards the door with an immaculately manicured white finger. In the lamplight, it sparkled like snow. “Go back to the underground, where I plucked you out of the dirt and dust. I’m sure those rats in the tunnels will be more than willing to welcome you again.”

Paulina had made the trip to the tunnels hundreds, if not thousands, of times, but it was one she was hoping she’d never have to make again. To get to the town’s generators, the workers had to take buses to the lowest residential tier, 1-1, and then board the massive freight elevators that carried people and equipment down, down, down towards the very bottom of the city. Past the isolated farms, the crowded factories, and the prisons was the heart of Electricopolis itself: the power plants.

“Please, no,” she begged, quavering. “Please, Mr. Amar, I can make it up to you!” From out of the shadows, two figures approached, winding their arms around hers, dragging her towards the exit. “I swear,” she cried out, “I’ll make it up to you!”

---

Past the prisons, she thought to herself. Even lower than the convicts.

The power plant was ring-shaped, like the rest of Electricopolis' layers, and large enough to be a town in its own right. The electricity transfer lines criss-crossed each other and sprawled outwards in a jumble of wire and metal. Radio towers for worker use jutted upwards, blinking red and yellow, and the fluorescent lights flickered weakly.

Distantly, the wind whistled through the vents in the walls, but it wasn't enough to dislodge the dust and grime that settled on every surface. Paulina pulled her face mask up over her nose and mouth.

"D24," came a short, clipped voice from a man with a notepad. "D24."

She checked her work ticket, then looked up. “Here.”

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” the foreman remarked. “You’ll be on Team F, laying cable from points 28 to 32.” He reached down, grabbed a spool of heavy-duty cable, and shoved it at her. “Get going, don’t slack off, and don’t cause any trouble.”

As she walked past him, she heard him let out a knowing, smarmy chuckle. A wave of revulsion rose in her. “And welcome back,” he added.

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At the end of the day, Paulina dragged herself into the bar. It was the only one in the maintenance tunnels, and it was crowded at all hours of the day and night with workers nursing their drinks and swapping stories. As she collapsed into an empty seat near the back of the room, she felt herself start to unwind and relax. This was where she felt most comfortable--in the din and dimness of a crowd of people. After the harrowing experience of being pinned under the eyes of Mr. Amar and the foreman, she relished the chance to do the pinning instead.

Her eyes wandered around the room, pulling from one end of the bar to the other. Some of the women were playing cards, some of the men were arguing over who owed money to whom, and some of the others were watching the television. It was a dingy, black-and-white little thing, looking about twenty years past its prime. It was playing Shock 'Til You Drop, one of the ones Paulina recognized as a rerun, and most of the folks at the bar were whooping and hollering whenever the contestant managed to weather another of Sparker's electric shocks.

Only one man at the bar was silent. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth pulled tight into a barely restrained grimace. Oh, now this was a kindred spirit.

Paulina grabbed her glass of water and shoved herself into a gap between the barstools. "That show's on almost every night," she said. "You like it?"

"Not…" the man cast his gaze from the television down into his glass. "Not very much."

"Me neither," Paulina said, nudging him with her elbow. "Somethin' about that guy just rubs me the wrong way."

The man looked up at her for the first time. His eyes had deep hollows under them, as if he hadn't slept a wink, and his voice was hoarse. But his fingers tightened around the glass with a strong grip, and his features hardened, even as his voice betrayed his curiosity.

"You mean Bob Sparker?" he asked.

Paulina nodded. She watched him, and he watched her. For a moment, they traded stares. And then the man gave way once more, looking down again. And he admitted: "I don't like him much either."

Jackpot. Paulina leaned over, curious. "You know him?" she asked.

"Do you?"

"I met him once or twice, back when I worked up top." On the television screen, Bob Sparker cavorted around the stage, cackling with laughter as he threw the switches to the electric chair. "I tried to give him some…career advice, but he just blew me off. Ungrateful, if you ask me."

The man blinked. "Hey, the same thing happened to me. Well…sort of. He was ungrateful, that's for sure."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Well…" He fingered his glass, drained it, and then confessed: "I used to know him growing up. We used to be…best friends. But now that he's a big star, he completely blew me off. Acted like he didn't owe me anything. Like I was just some big burden to him." The words came out quickly, in a rush. "It makes me so mad, when folks go up top and then suddenly they're too good for--"

He heaved a sigh, shuddering, and put his hand over his eyes. "For the rest of us," he finished. "Sorry. I guess I got worked up."

"Hey, don't apologize." She leaned over and patted the man on the shoulder. "I feel the exact same way. Those assholes like to just use people and throw them away," she lamented. "Just like me."

"Exactly." The man nodded. "You get it. You're the only person who does." He looked around, then leaned in. "Everyone else acts like they're gonna make it big someday. Like they're going to go to an audition once they get the time and the money, and then they'll be stars too. Can you believe that?"

Paulina laughed. "Delusional."

"Yeah," he said, echoing her. "Delusional."

Their laughter faded out, covered by the chatter of the bar. Paulina and the man looked at each other. She smiled. He smiled back. Slowly, he reached out a calloused hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he said. "I'm Sam Gale."

"Nice to meet you too," Paulina replied, grabbing his hand and shaking it heartily. "Name's Paulina Sweet. You know," she added slyly, "I think we might just get to be friends."

He invited her back to his dormitory, a small one-room apartment where some of the workers lived. He told her the whole sordid story there, and what a story it was--full of resentment, bitterness, despair, near-traffic collisions and even a fist fight, to boot. By coincidence, Samuel Gale's run-in with Bob Sparker had occurred only a few months before Paulina's, and they bonded over their shared hatred of the man. Paulina's hatred, however, was mostly a result of her professional rivalry; it was obvious that Gale's dark feelings came from a much deeper place in his psyche. The poor guy truly felt that he was owed Sparker's adoration, his attention, some small part of his golden shine, as payment for having once been his friend.

Paulina had absolutely no sympathy for him. But she did recognize an opportunity when she saw one.

"I used to live near him," Sam Gale said, his eyes dewy and dark. "But I can't go back up there anymore. The idea that I might see him again--it's been killing me."

"You been to a therapist?"

"No."

Good, she thought. She moved closer to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Can you tell me something?" she asked. "If you did end up seeing him again, what would you want to…do to him?"

He buried his head in his hands, groaning. "I don't know. I don't want to fight him, not physically. I just…" He let out a deep sob. "My head and my chest keep pounding. I just want him to know how it feels. I just want him to understand how much it hurts."

"I know, pal. I know." Paulina patted his shoulder and pulled him close. "What if I told you I could get you on his show?"

Sam laughed and wiped at his face with his sleeve. "Don't bother," he said. "He already said I wouldn't be any good."

She leaned in, whispering. "I'll make you good," she said. "I'll make you a shockproof, voltproof machine."

"How? Cheating or something?"

"No, no cheating. That's the beauty of it," she explained. Slowly, a spark of life began to shine in Samuel Gale's eyes, and he looked up at her, blinking tears away. "We'll do it fair and square, so he can't ignore you anymore. You'll beat him on his terms, and then he'll have to give you your due. Would you like that?" she asked sweetly. "Does that sound good?"

His gaze lifted away, and he stared into the distance. Somewhere inside him, Paulina knew he was there on the stage, triumphant. "What would I have to do?" he asked.

"I tell you what." Paulina turned towards him and clasped his hands in her own, like a child sharing a secret. "I have some money saved up from…some side jobs I've been doing. What about you?"

"I think I might have some, too."

"Good, good." She patted his hands. "See, I'm a game show junkie. I have tapes of almost every program on TV, and the ones I don't have, I can get. We're gonna need to know everything about everything. Quiz shows, endurance shows, obstacle courses, guessing games. And I know a great gym we can train you at."

"Training? Quiz shows? But I thought we were just going to--"

"One step at a time, pal," Paulina snickered. "Consider me your game show coach. By the time you make it to Shock 'Til You Drop, you'll be more god than man. If you're prepared to give me a year of your life…"

She grinned terribly.

"I promise you that you'll bring Bob Sparker to his knees."

#the game show killer #electricopolis #paulina sweet #giuseppe amar #spoiler ahead in the next tag #sam gale

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mocha-tapioca · 3 years

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Mario Kart but Even Worse

part two of the twst!au game night, where canon is thrown out the window and the only way people can legally strangle each other is via games! :) (also co-written w the bestie @starsunns)

“Well. It’s official.” Ace leaned against the arm of the couch, a huff of laughter coming from him as he tried stifling it to no avail. “You suck at Mario Kart.”

“Ah—“ Airi blinked as she was fished out of space once again. Turning to face her rival, she stuck her tongue out. “Well, pardon me, but I’ve never played Rainbow Road.”

“Look at the screen or else you’re gonna fall again.”

“Please, as if I—“

She fell again.

“…dammit.”

Saturdays were nice at NRC. Game night was a lot of fun, and even if there WAS a bit of rule breaking, it gave everyone a chance to relax.

You can’t relax with these two around though.

“Gah, no, I fell again-!”

“Then keep your eyes on the goddamn rainbow!”

“What do you THINK I’m doing?!”

Silver groaned, raking a hand through his hair as he stared at the two of them on the other couch, bemused. “Shut up for once and let me sleep…” he muttered softly.

“You shouldn’t have come to the game room then,” Lilia chided, humming as he watched the screen. “Every Saturday, we get the tamest war in this place. Might as well be able to watch.”

Deuce was also annoyed, mainly at Airi. “Oh no, oh no, come ON, Airi, I’m betting money on you here— nonono don’t FALL NO—“ he wailed and leaned his head back onto the couch as he gave a fistful of money to Floyd, who was grinning.

“This is why you don’t bet with Octavinelle~” he sang.

"'M gonna..." Deuce started before dropping off silently. No one commented, I mean, it was Deuce who was speaking, who really listened to him?

"Ah, Floyd, I think this is mine~," Lilia cooed softly, reaching over to grab the wad of cash Deuce had just given to him.

"What! I thought you'd forget," Floyd said, reaching back for the money that was just (not really) stolen straight from his hand. "I won that fair and square!"

"And I won this fair and square," Lilia shot back, looking through the money. "You're short two thousand though,"

"O~oh," a voice popped from behind them all, but no one turned to look. "Are you guys making bets without me?" Of course, it was Trey, not even that weird at that point. "Here's some money. Ace and Airi are going to fight, and then Ace is going to get angry and call me four-eyes, so then Airi gets angry and throws her controller at him, to which Ace dodges, and the controller hits Riddle,"

"That's way too specific," Floyd said, "I'm taking the chances,"

"I'll put my cards down," Lilia adds in.

Deuce shook his head. “Sorry, Trey, but I honestly doubt that’s gonna happen.”

Silver, who had given up on trying to sleep, also put a wad of money in. “I bet I saw this in a dream once. If they don’t shut up, might as well make them useful.”

Ace, who had been hearing him, scoffed. “Useful?! What am I, a hammer?” Honestly, he and Airi were aware of the betting. (A portion of the funds went to them anyway, so they let it go on. He didn’t think the rest of NRC would start doing it, but whatever. At least they get money out of it.)

Airi sniggered as she threw a shell at Ace, finally getting the hang of the controls. “You’re about as useful as a broken clock. Only two times a day, and completely trash the rest of it.”

“You’re one to talk, Miss ‘Kamek’s-fetched-me-out-of-space-with-a-fishing-rod-nine-times’!”

“See?” Airi remarked, starting the third lap. “That name’s solid proof you’re right only two times a day. True fact, but wow, you suck at naming.”

“Shut up, I’m winning,” Ace retorted, shoving Airi so she lost grip of her controller. “Oh look, gonna have to change the name to TEN times instead, huh?”

“Cheater-!” She responded to that by kicking him out of the way, snagging first place yet again.

From bystanders, the pair looked like they were this close to murdering each other. To be honest, they probably were.

And then Lilia pulled the move.

“You know what they say~ all’s fair in love and war!”

They stopped driving.

“Love?! Please, Airi’s so short I’d have to break my back in order to kiss her—“

“I’d rather not need to carry around mouthwash for this guy, thanks—“

“How am I supposed to play basketball if my ribs are crushed?!”

“Please, as if I’d ever like a REDHEAD—“

“You were dating Cater, for God’s sake, weren’t you?! What does he have? RED HAIR—“

“Cater isn’t a guy with a superiority complex—“

“Who said I had any sort of complex whatsoever— oh look, I win,” Ace cut himself off with a nonchalant tone and a smirk.

“YeahbecauseyouCHEATED—“ Airi yelped as she was unceremoniously shoved off the couch, but not before she threw her controller at Ace.

Ace dodged it, and guess who it hit?

A now very red-faced Riddle Rosehearts.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!”

As Airi scrambled back up and away from a short redhead chasing after her, the others still in the common room grinned at Deuce, who was sweating buckets.

“Pay up, Spade.”

“…crap.”

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