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chiliyue-archived · 11 months

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I can feel your eyes staring

↬You catch him staring

Includes; All NRC students ♡

Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: Can be read as an established relationship or not

Not requested !

He blushes a bright red, coughing into the crook of his arm as he quickly diverts his gaze. He hopes you don't notice his fidgeting hands, which are increasingly becoming clammy or how his lip quivered slightly. Spoiler alert; you do! He attempts to steal a couple more gazes, unbeknownst to him, it's not subtle at all and only adds to the fuel of his fuming face, heart quickening with each each fail attempt.

Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Cater Diamond

Gives you a sheepish smile, a small tint of red coating his cheeks from mild embarrassment. He gives you a little nod of his head, a form of an apology as he gazes away. He's a lot better at sneaking glances afterward, careful not to be caught by the intensity of your gaze again. All the while, that smile is still tugging in his lips as he nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jack Howl, Silver

He has absolutely no shame whatsoever. If you catch him staring, he's going to send you a cheeky grin as he continues to admire you from afar. He even sends you a small wave, a teasing gesture with his grin spreading further, going from corner to corner whilst he takes in your reactions. He may even take it as an excuse to approach and talk to you properly; evident playfulness and genuine affection within his mischievous gaze.

Floyd Leech, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge

Nearly let's out a loud squeak when you catch him, almost making a scene right there in front of his peers. He's covering his incredibly reddened face with his hands as he faces away from you, hoping to just disappear. He wants nothing else but to curl up in the corner and sob:(( intentionally avoids you for a while because he doesn't want to risk you being upset at him for staring

Idia Shroud, Azul Ashengrotto, Deuce Spade

Is busy comforting his older brother the best of his ability; said older brother is curled up in his blanket, chewing nervously on his nail and cheek; his face flushes to a cherry hue as he tries to forget what happened but each time leads him to get even more embarrassed.

Ortho Shroud

He merely looks away and acts as though it never happened. But he thinks about it late at night and he can't sleep because he's a little embarrassed. His brain is mainly fixated on your eyes, or your pretty cheeks and even your lips, and oh dear, he's becoming terribly red.

Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Epel Felmier, Cater Diamond

Pretends like it never happened and never thinks of it again. If you bring it up, he will flick you against the forehead with a lazy roll of his eyes. "Dunno what you're talking about."

Leona Kingscholar

You don't even catch him. He's skilled with his eyes, stealing glances with quick and fast movements that you hardly even realize it. He's just cha cha smooth like that <3

Vil Schoenheit

He doesn't even realize you've caught him, and he thinks he's being very sneaky; but in reality, you found out the very first moment he attempted to steal a glance at you because he's horribly obvious. It's quite an amusing sight, however, his cheeks are a little rosy as he attempts to be sneaky, smiling a little as he succeeds at his "stealthy" attempts

Deuce Spade, Sebek Zigvolt

It becomes an awkward stare down because he can't take his eyes off you, and now you're both looking at each other with a hint of adoration. Who will look away first ? 🤷‍♀️

Malleus Draconia, Ace Trappola, Jade Leech

He's staring at you innocently. His intentions are pure!! He flashes you a kind smile and a friendly wave. He's kind of rocking on his feet as he stares at you from afar. He's very respectful, genuine warmth appreant in his irises ♡

Kalim Al Asim

When your eyes lock on each other, he's already planning your first date, kiss, movie to cuddle on, the day it will rain so you dance together, your wedding, the rings, your romance tropes- a whole 500k words pure fluff with him because he is a simp for you and he's down horrendous

Malleus Draconia (sorry not sorry)

FALSE. You're staring at him because he's a sight, and you're a simp <33. He chuckles lightly when he catches you, sending you a friendly smile. His hands become a little shaky as a pink flush covers his face in embarrassment(even though you're the one staring⁉️)

Your faves <3

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mochinomnoms · 4 months

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Hiii! For the Hanahaki event can I request Vil (romantic) with prompt #7? A gender neutral reader would be appreciated, thanks!!

Also if youre up for it maybe prompt #12 with Ace (Platonic) with the reader’s object of affection still being Vil? This prompt with Ace is too funny for me to ignore I just HAVE to sneak him in 😭😭

vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, humor, semi enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, sickenly sweet [wc} – 3,458 prompt 7: “I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” prompt 12: "No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!” note - writing this was surprisingly hard. but i got it and i think it's very cute, i just hope Vil is mostly in character :skull: also i don't know german so idk if the nickname is an accurate translation! comments loved and appreciated! a floral inconvenience

Marigold: often used during festivals like Diwali and Navratri, marigolds symbolize purity, auspiciousness, and the divine.

You were going to murder him.

“Heyyyyyy Prefect!” Ace gave you a cheeky grin as he held your glass bottle of very expensive salicylic acid serum, balancing it precariously between his fingers. “What about this? Can I take this—whoops!”

“ACE!”

You shrieked as the bottle slipped from his fingers, only to be caught by his other hand, an infuriating grin still on his hand.

“Hehe, relax! I’m just messing around—oh shit!” The bottle slipped again from his fingers as a now panicked Ace scrambled to capture it. “Oop. Got it. It’s fine.”

“Oh my gooooooooood, Ace, I’m going to fucking kill you, give that back!” You snatched the bottle from his hands, giving him a good kick behind the knees as you walked past him.

“Owwwww, Prefect, why are you so mean to me?” Ace pouted as you put your serum back on your desk with the rest of the skincare Vil had gifted everyone at the start of the SDC training. Ace continued whining as he packed his bags to go back to Heartslabyul, being left behind by Deuce who went to get snacks from Sam’s with Epel.

He felt bad that all the food you had was cursed by Vil at the beginning.

“It’s almost like you want me out of your dorm, kinda rude, you know.”

“You know what’s rude?” You smacked down the pillow Ace threw your way as you huffed, “Your face. Ugly ass, you know you had a room next door, how’d all your stuff end up in my room?”

Ace shrugged as he shoved his wrapped up sweater into the now bulky backpack he’d brought over, throwing himself onto your bed and grunting as he bounced on the squeaky frame.

“I don’t know, how’d you burn the Queen of Hearts’s statue—”

“That was you—”

“—the world will never know.”

You rolled you eyes as you laid on your stomach next to him, hugging a spare pillow to your face. Closing your eyes, you sighed as the events of the last few weeks replayed in your head. Between acting as manager for the SDC group, to barely keeping up with classes, to Vil’s overblot, you were utterly exhausted. Speaking of Vil…

“Ah, that’s right, I should check on Vil before he leaves. I wonder if he’s doing okay?”

“With you at his beck and call? Perfectly fine, I guarantee you.” Ace yelped as you smacked his side, giving him a red-faced glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ace turned on his side with a teasing smirk. The kind of smirk he gave you whenever he wanted to fluster and embarrass you in front of your friends and teachers.

“It means whatever you want it to mean. Maybe someone should consider not acting like a little kid with a crush whenever they’re around Vil—owowowowowow—stop hitting me!”

You pounded your fists onto Ace’s sides and back as he tried to roll away from your reach, arms cradling his head in meek protection. He managed to roll off the bed, turning over to look at you briefly to stick his tongue out and politely flip you off. Ace let out a small shriek as you launched off the bed after him, running out of the room into the hall and turning into a goosechase. You could practically hear the yakety sax song playing in your head as the two of you pushed past Jamil and Kalim, the former crying out at you in annoyance.

“Watch it!”

Ace practically threw himself down the stairs, jumping past four whole steps, using the banister to whip him around into the main hallway where he ran into the living room. Finally catching up to him, Ace positioned the coffee table between you two as he continued egging you on.

“Ayeeeeeee, embarrassed Prefect? Gonna throw a fit?” Ace let out a low cackle as you both shifted around the table.

“Gonna throw your ass into the fucking sun, little bitch ass! You got something to say then fucking say it!”

Ace snorted as he pointed behind you. “You’re one to talk, you wanna talk about the marigolds coming from behind you? It’s like you’re growing a garden out of your ass, wanna talk about that?”

“The fuck? I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. The hell you’re talking about,” You turned your head to look behind you, still growling at him now with confusion. “Why would you even ask that—WHAT THE FUCK!?”

You hissed as you jumped backwards into the table, the edges jamming into your skin. Behind you had been a long trail of beautiful, shimmering orange flowers. Upon closer inspection, you were pretty sure they were marigolds.

“...Ace, this is your fault.”

“What! Nuh-uh, I’m not the only with flower sickness—”

“The fuck is flower sickness?”

“You know, hanahaki? The love disease? How do you not know what flower sickness is, it’s like basic 8th grade bio—”

“I didn’t go to school here, dumbass!”

Ace’s mouth formed an ‘oh’ shape as he remembered. “Oooooh yeah, I forgot.”

“Forgot what? You little potatoes are acting awfully rowdy so early in the morning.”

You looked up to see Vil standing in the hallway, a bemused Rook behind him inspecting the flowers on the ground. Vil briefly made eye contact with you, both of your sharing a small smile before an irritating, itchy feeling made its way in your throat.

You felt a hand pack your back as you started roughly coughing up several bunches of marigolds into your hands as Ace grimaced.

“I forgot that they’re not from here, so they got no clue about hanahaki…or any other illness…huh it’s kinda a miracle they haven’t gotten sick from something else yet.” Ace hummed, as he leaned down to look at your face.

You made eye contact with your peripheral vision, motioning Ace to lean closer into you and horasely whispered, “Come… closer…”

Confused, Ace obliged, ear up to your lips, giving you the perfect opportunity to sock him straight in the gut. Your dear, beloved friend gagged from the pressure, hands cradling his stomach as he fell to his knees, groaning in pain.

“Y/N…” Vil sighed in exasperation, walking over to give you a gentle flick in your forehead as he chastised you.

“It’s unbecoming of a friend of mine to be so belligerent, do you really have to be so crass with all your friends?”

You clicked your tongue, licking the spit from your lips. “I’m not with you, besides Ace deserves it, you know how he is.”

“Mm-hmm, and how long have you been coughing out the flowers, meine Süße?”

A pleasant warmth flooded your cheeks at the nickname. You choose to ignore the tickling sensation of marigolds growing from the tops of your head, which instead formed into sneezing fits.

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” He remarked, leaning down to observe the blooms. “Now, answer my question, meine Süße.”

“Achooo! Ugh,” You sniffled as you replied, “Um, not that long—achoo!—ago, ugh. Just today—”

“Ah! The little trickster started expelling the belles fleurs approximately a month and a half ago!” Rook chirped, a little too happily for your tastes. “Two weeks after we began training for the SDC.”

Vil let out another sigh as you whipped your head to glare at Rook, hissing out, “What. The. Fuck.”

“Excuse me?! Language Y/N!” Vil barked at you, making you flinch and burst into another coughing fit. Noticing this, he softened his voice, though the blonde still sounded angry.

“That’s nearly two months with the flower sickness, have you been taking potions to help with the symptoms?”

You shook your head, clearing your throat. “Ahem, no, uh. I didn’t know that there was medicine for this kinda thing, haaaaa I just figured I was being pranked by someone.”

You heard a snort behind you as Ace stood back up, grumbling, “Of course you would, dumbass.”

“I will actually kill you—”

“You will actually not.” Vil placed a gentle hand on your upper back, guiding you to the front door. “Rook, ensure everyone packs up and cleans their mess by the time we get back, I believe Kalim may still need help packing up.”

“Oui! How kind of you Vil to escort our lovely Trickster to get them a remedy for their affliction!”

Rolling your eyes, you let Vil guide you out of the dorm, calling out to Ace, “Don’t forget to grab the rest of your stuff, it’s still in my room!”

“Okayyy!”

With that, the door shut behind you two as you began a pleasant walk over to what you assumed would be Sam’s shop. A pregnant silence fell over you two as you walked down the pathway leading to main street, having to maneuver past the alchemy building and botanical gardens. You were hyper conscious about his hand that remained on your back, which is when you started another coughing fit.

“Oh you poor dear, did you really have no clue what was going on all this time?” Vil spoke to you in that soft tone that he’d been reserving for you since you first became friends, a few months ago. You’d gone into the Film Research Club interested in working as a stagehand, plus you had a good working knowledge costume design and general clothes repair, which was sorely needed.

It’d been an incredibly rocky acquaintanceship at first, as Vil made subtle, snide remarks on your disheveled appearance, while you shot back with loud, brass comments on his ‘Regina George wannabe’ act. Now, he didn’t know who Regina George was back then, but took offense that a ‘dirty, lumpy potato would have the audacity to insult him’.

He only kept you on in the club because no one ever willingly signed up for backstage work, and you only requested free access to spare cloth and sewing materials to fix your clothes. Vil was also more than happy to point out how scruffy the patches all over your uniforms made you look:

“You certainly fix the part of the ramshackle Prefect, now don’t you?”

Though, looking back on it now, you’re pretty sure he wasn’t aware that everything of yours was either found in Ramshackle’s attic or bought with the meager allowance Crowley gave you. Shortly before finals, Vil found you crying in an isolated part of backstage because another first-year permanently bleached your only jacket during a botched potions class.

“What’s going on back here, practice your scenes upfront with the rest of us, I don’t care how ugly you look crying—Prefect?”

You jumped, scrambling to get back up from the dusty corner you’d shoved yourself into. You awkwardly wiped the tears from your face, wrapping your arms around yourself as you gave Vil a feeble glare.

“What do you want Vil, I already told the others that their costumes wouldn’t be ready yet, if you want me to get stuff done, you gotta stop annoying me—”

“You’ve been crying.” His simple statement shut you up, as he approached you with a firm look on his face.

“…Yeah, stating the obvious much?” you muttered back, finding the scuff marks on the ground very interesting. Vil let out a sigh, reaching into his jacket to take out an off-white, embroidered handkerchief.

“I’m trying to be sympathetic. Ugh, you’re all red and puffy, let me see.” Vil tipped your chin up with his fingertips, gently patting at the tear streaks on your cheeks. “You look worse than normal…is the red bleach stain on your uniform meant to be a fashion statement?”

Pausing at the stuttering breath you took, sniffling, you answered, “No, some dumba—”

“Language”

“—Some jerk,” you drawled, “from my last class messed up his potion, and it got all over me. Stained my only jacket, right when it starts snowing, too.”

Vil raised a brow at you, leaning back once he was satisfied with your dried cheek.

“Only one? Even Ruggie has a few spare uniform jackets from Leona, did you seriously not think ahead to purchase a spare?”

You half-laughed, half-scoffed at his statement.

“You think Crowley gives me enough money to buy another jacket for his bougie ass—I mean, fancy, school? I barely have enough to feed myself and Grim between the roof caving in and the water pipes breaking. The bathroom flooded again last week.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you felt a migraine coming in, unaware of Vil’s growing horror.

“I was lucky enough to find my uniform in the attic, it waaay too big and makes me look homeless, but at least it keeps me warm…now it just looks even more like shit.”

You finally looked up at the blonde, expecting him to lecture you on your foul language. Instead, you were surprised to see Vil’s horrified expression.

“What do you mean, you barely have enough for food?”

It was then that you discovered that no one outside your group of friends were really aware that you were stuck on campus, victim to Crowley’s whims and needs. You know the others in Heartslabyul were faintly aware of your predicament, being from another world and stuck until Crowley found you a way home. Ace and Deuce did their best to help repair things around the dorm, but could only do so much. Savanaclaw and Octavinelle knew of the disarray of your dorm, but based on comments from Leona and Floyd, weren’t aware of just how much you were struggling just to eat and sleep.

Ruggie definitely was, seeing as he occasionally slipped you a spare meat bun or snack that he happened to buy extra of when running errands for Leona. Ruggie was a real one, as long as you didn’t point it out.

Since that day, Vil had sort of taken you under his wing, along with Epel who you hadn’t met yet at the time. You had to give him credit, he wasn’t the villain you’d made him out to be in your head. And Vil admitted, he enjoyed that you were quick on your feet and enjoyed your banter, as long as it was unique to him.

He spared you his previous uniforms that he’d grown out of his freshman and sophomore year, minus the band and vest, watching as you mended the waist and ends to fix your stature. More often than not, especially after hearing that you’d be stuck by yourself during winter break, Vil was sending you care packages with personal hygiene products from brand deals he never took. He’d send fabrics and sewing supplies with sewing patterns. Vil even started buying you breakfast and lunch once back to school, though you refrained from joining him for dinner in Pomefiore.

In exchange, you managed to replicate, with his help, some of the scripts for the more famous musicals from your world. You even told him who Regina George was! He still wasn't fond of the comparison, but did find the musical intriguing. Vil was fascinated by the works of art your world produced, and just slightly enamored in the way you described them with glee and fondness. Still, the exchanges still felt a bit uneven.

You’d once made the joke that he was practically a sugar daddy, just without the sugar. He snapped back, “Well, I’m not stopping you, now am I? I’ve never had a sweet tooth, but you’re more than welcome to give me thanks, meine Süße.”

(You spent that night screaming into your pillow with a red-hot blush while Grim looked on with concern.)

Truly, you two had developed an unlikely friendship, one where you both spoke your minds to the other with no hesitation or fear. Which is why the lack of conversation at the moment was slowly driving you insane.

You sneaked a peek at Vil, taking a sharp breath as your eyes met his own. It seemed that he was watching you with his very lovely, sharp purple eyes. The thought sent a hot flash through you as you sneezed a flurry of petals and pollen.

“Ooof, ugh, this is gonna make my allergies go haywire.”

“Sam will have some potions that will help with the symptoms, though you will have to confront the root of the cause.” Vil slid his hand down to rest in your mid-back, rubbing his thumb against you in a soothing motion, though it cause you to shiver and flush.

“Yeah, okay.” you managed to squeak out, groaning as you felt the tickle of glowing marigolds pop up on your skin and in your hair. “Ummmm, so how do you get rid of, uh, Ace called it hanahaki?”

Vil nodded and opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the faint screaming of your name. Both of you looked down the path, where you saw Deuce running over to you two, followed by a confused Epel chasing after him.

“PREFECT! PREFECTPREFECTPREFECTPREFECT—”

Yelping as Deuce skidded to a half and grabbed you by your arms, shaking you with intense concern, you managed to reply a stuttered, “W-w-what?”

Deuce paused his shaking to give you a concerned lecture, “You didn’t tell us you had the flower sickness!? Why didn’t you say something, you’ve been running around for SDC all this time—”

“You too—”

“But I’m not sick!” Deuce dug through the paperbag you’d just notice he was holding and shoved a pale pink potion in your hands. “Here! Take this!”

Before you could even touch the bottle, Vil plucked it from a confused Deuce’s hands, studying it with scrutiny.

“Hmm…This is an average allergy relief potion for hay fever, did you actually ask Sam for a hanahaki symptom relief potion, or did you just grab the first thing you saw off the shelf?”

Deuce visibly deflated, opening his mouth to sheepishly reply before Epel interrupted him with a harsh, “I told him to ask, but he got all riled up and started yammerin’—I mean, uh, talking about getting the Prefect help immediately.”

Vil sighed, handing Deuce the potion back and shooed the two away with a wave of his hand.

“Just go back, I’ll handle it, just make sure your messes are all cleaned up before we get back.”

The two replied, “Yes sir!” and continued on their path, waving goodbye to you. Though you could hear Epel mumble to Deuce, “Those are marigolds, right? I think Vil’s favorite flowers are those, you don’t think…”

You slowed down to ponder Epel’s words, remembering what Ace initially called the illness.

“Vil…Ace called it a love sickness…would these flowers related toooo, I don’t know, a hypothetical crush somehow?”

Vil briefly opened his mouth, closing it as he hesitated to speak. You think you could make out a soft blush on his cheeks.

“Yes. Your hypothetical crush must favor marigolds. Can’t say I blame him, I’m fond of them myself…”

The two of you made eye contact, a knowing look in his eye and tone making your heart skip a beat and you look down in embarrassment.

“Oh…I see…” You coughed awkwardly, a few petals flying from your mouth. “So you said there was a way to get to the root cause?”

Vil hummed, stopping at the entrance of Sam’s shop to turn to you with an unreadable expression.

“Yes, as an illness based on love, appropriately the cure is to confess your feelings to the one you’ve found yourself fancying.”

A cold flash went through your body as your stomach dropped. Again. “Oh.” The thought of confessing to Vil made you sick, like you could puke at a drop of a coin at any moment.

“I wish you’d mentioned something sooner, I could’ve helped you…ease into it.” Vil murmured, his hand moving to cradle your cheek. He squished your cheek with a fond look in his eye.

“I know it’s a daunting task…I won’t rush you into it.” Vil moved his hand to brush your hair away, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “When you’re ready to say something, just let me know.”

Leaning back, VIl covered his mouth to hide his amused smirk. Your face was a blazing red as the marigolds grew a trail down your neck and chest. He motioned for you to follow him into the shop, holding the door open as he held a hand out to you. At the moment, you’re having a hard time imagining why he’d only ever been typecast in villain roles, he looked more like an enchanting love interest catered for you specifically.

“For now, I’ll be by your side. I will wait for you, meine Süße.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil shoenheit #twst vil #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #a floral inconvenience #nnbrk

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cheapshrimpysheep · 11 months

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First Date - Heartslabyul

SUMMARY: What would your first date with him be like? I know first dates might not go so well, but let's pretend these are different. ;)

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts; Ace Trappola; Deuce Spade; Cater Diamond & Trey Clover

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Flirting; Kissing

WARNING: Spoilers from Ace SSR Suitor Suit (Vignette); Book 5; end of book 4; Cater SSR Birthday Boy (Vignette)

WORD COUNT: An average of 570 words per character.

Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle / Scarabia / Pomefiore / Ignihyde / Diasomnia

COMMENTS: Damn, making this for 5 characters is hard. And I still want to make it for all characters! What am I doing to myself? XD Tho, this is fun to write. I hope you have fun reading too. ;)

Riddle is an extremely Lawful person (Like in Lawful Neutral Character it's what I mean). And in this context, to be extremely lawful would mean to be extremely cliché. Then a Candlelit Dinner will be!

He asked Trey to cook. First: because Riddle knows he's not a good cook and your date had to be perfect, and for that the food should be too. Second: Trey's food and especially sweets are incredible! Perfect for a date! Riddle probably blushed asking Trey that favor, because Trey would tease him a bit too. But just a little bit.

He decided to use a smaller room for your date. Still, it had a large window overlooking the beautiful maze. If anyone even dared to think of interrupting your date it would immediately be OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

Trey was the one who made the food, but who would serve you would be Riddle himself. He didn't want anyone else in that room with you. Mainly because he was still a little embarrassed and nervous.

He will enjoy talking to you. Know more about yourself and your world. Tell you more about the Queendom of Roses. The two of you praising Trey's cooking. And since you're being cliché, why not do the same with dessert?

Strawberry Tart was the dessert. You insist that you cut the tart yourself. You cut a slice, put it on the plate, take the fork and take a piece of the slice. And before Riddle can ask why you only took your slice, you hold your fork out to him. He is slightly confused.

You just say "Aaaah" and he finally realizes what you're doing. And blushes. He sighs, more to calm himself a bit. and opens his mouth without being able to look you in the eye. His cheeks were starting to match his hair.

“Next time, I'd like to be the one cooking you a strawberry tart.” you say, after seeing the delight in Riddle's smile after eating from your fork.

He blushes a little more, but answers in a soft and sweet voice: “That would be wonderful.” And he quickly pulled the rest of the tart close to him, to cut a slice and feed it to you as you did to him. Who was blushing now?

“Rule 53.” He says with his little smirk. “You must replace anything you steal. You made me steal a piece of your tart. In other circumstances, it would be off with your head for making me break a rule you know?” He was smiling nonetheless, so you smiled back and ate the tart he offered you.

Before leaving for Ramshackle Dorm, you remembered that rule. And you dared to be cheeky. Riddle was accompanying you out and you took advantage of his low guard to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He stopped, astonished.

“Oh no!” you say with fake concern “Did I just steal a kiss from you? And according to the rules I must replace anything I steal correct?”

He should be mad at you, but he couldn't. He was trying so hard not to smile, he just gave up. And that smirk of yours, took its place. “In fact. What you just did was a tremendous infraction.” He gets closer to you. “Because it wasn't just a kiss you stole from me. A long time ago, you stole my heart as well.”

Since his Personal Story from SSR Suitor Suit, I can only think of one thing: Amusement Park Date! Ace will not treat this like a date date. It's better for him if you just have fun together without worrying about being on a date.

You'll go with him on thrill rides. Mainly because you would challenge each other. And then you would try to convince each other that the other was the most scared.

When you're already tired of so much adrenaline, it will be time to eat something. You'd going to eat hot dogs and laugh at each other for dropping the straw potato through the other end of the hot dog. If you get sauce on the tip of your nose, he might kiss it to lick the sauce off. And he will be pleased to make you blush. If you guys eat dessert, like ice cream, be careful. Because he'll try to nibble on your dessert just to mess with you.

Even though you're having so much fun with Ace, you still wanted to do some date stuff. Like, for example... Oh! That baby flamingo plush is so cute! I remember you from the ones of Heartslabyul. And what a coincidence (or maybe not), it’s one of the prizes of a basketball game stall. But when you mention it to Ace...

“So why don't you try to win one? Your throws are pretty decent.” He smiles with fake innocence. You look at him sullenly. “Ha ha ha. I know, I know. I haven't completely forgotten that we're on a date. But if I get you the plush, what do I get from that?”

You give him two options: bragging about how good he was on the game and how cool he looked like when he got you that plush. Or a kiss.

“Are you telling me I can only choose one of those? Not fair! That game could be really hard, you know~” You laugh and end up saying that if he really got that plush for you, he could have both.

Are you surprised that he failed on the first tries? Probably from overconfidence? Being fair, the hoops are also different from real basketball hoops. Eventually hitting those hoops becomes a matter of pride. But before he keeps trying, he starts talking to the stall guy. It looks like a normal small talk, but Ace is actually trying to take the trick to win out of the guy. When he gets the information he wanted, he tries again. And wins!

The stall guy give him the baby flamingo. Ace extends his arm to give you the stuffed animal, but, oops, too high. He raised the plush high above his head. You’ll not jump, you’ll play dirty, like he would too. You start poking him around the belly making him tickle. And get your baby flamingo!

The day was already ending and it started to get dark. You heard that the view from the top of the Ferris wheel at night is very beautiful, and it seemed like a nice, and chill way to end an amusement park date. He agrees, he was tired too.

“I thought you were tired.” You comment as he starts trying to swing the Ferris wheel carriage. Then he stops, really tired, he can't even do that. But he’s smiling a lot. The Ferris wheel was very tall, and only one lap took some time. You already had your prize in your hands, but you still hadn't given Ace his.

I got this idea after book 5: a Magical Wheel ride somewhere. “It's a surprise” he tells you, when you ask where you two are going. One of his lines from his PE card is "Are you free? Then why don't we go for a ride on my blastcycle? No, wait, I almost forgot—we need permission to leave the school grounds."

Either he got that permission or just went YOLO like he did with Epel. And since this is you first date, he would be very capable to do that if he didn't get the permission.

He would already be extremely excited to drive a Magical Wheel freely. But with you behind him, that enthusiasm multiplies. If you like speed as much as he does, he'll be over the moon. So happy that he can make that for you. Feel the same excitement he feels.

If you don't like speed and maybe even fear him going so fast in such an unprotected vehicle, you'll probably hug him even tighter and maybe squeeze his coat. And he'll be able to take that as a sign to slow down. He won't be sad that you don't like speed as much as he does. He’ll be disappointed in himself for forgetting your limits and scaring you. He'll apologize to you for that later.

For this, let's assume he used the Dark Mirror to get you somewhere. Because I imagine him taking you on a ride through green plains or mountain range.

And using this last example, where does it take you anyway? How about a river beach, perhaps near a waterfall, to have a somewhat improvised picnic? This because he didn't have the picnic stuff like a picnic blanket or food, so you would need to buy it in the little nearby stores. He was more excited about riding a Magical Wheel with you, so he ended up forgetting about the rest. Sorry.

It was such a beautiful sight. And the sun began to set. “Deuce” you say “Do you remember when you got on a Magical Wheel and took Epel to Sage's Island beach?” he nods “I got a kind of jealous, you know.”

He spits out the soda he was drinking. “Of what? *cough* *cough*” you are both sitting by the water.

“I mean, you take a Magical Wheel that isn't even yours, break the rules about whether or not you can leave the school grounds, and still take someone to the beach at sunset? Epel rode with you on a Magical Wheel before me.” you take your drink to your mouth “And sunset on the beach?” you murmur “That's romantic stuff.”

“Whoa, what? Wait! First of all my intentions were never romantic! I have no interest in him, just to be clear! I just wanted to help him. I would have done exactly the same for you. Maybe even more.” and speaking of which, he remembers: “Hey, wait a second, I've already done even more for you! Do you remember when you got stuck in Scarabia on winter break? Ace and I made it all the way from the Queendom of Roses to Sage's Island without using the mirror. just because you sent that message and we couldn't talk to you afterwords. I'm pretty sure that’s more than taking someone to the beach.”

You smile. “You’re right. And I never thanked you enough for all that work. Or for everything you've done for me since I arrived in Twisted Wonderland.” You put down your drink and hug him. Will your first kiss be enough thanks for now?

Cute Cafe Date! Why? Cater SSR Birthday Boy - Vignette: “I love visiting cafes, but we all know the most photogenic thing on the menu is dessert. Well, I can't take a picture of something without ordering it, and how am I supposed to order something I can't eat? It's a real pickle! ...Wait, I've got it! (MC), what if YOU ordered something and I posted it to Magicam? That settles it. We GOTTA hit up a cafe sometime soon. I know all the hottest spots for 'cammable desserts! And don't worry--food's on me. Deal? Deal!”

He dressed for the occasion, just like you. Everyone could see that you were a couple. And you would be the cutest couple in that cafe. If you're already shy, you'll probably be even more shy. Because someone like you and the handsome young man with you will catch some eyes.

And to make it worse if you're already a little embarrassed by your shyness, Cater will find you so cute that he will put his arm around you and pull you closer. Maybe even give you a few kisses on the cheek.

He will take so many pictures that it will look more like a photo shoot. Photos of the food, of him, of you, of the two together, of the place, everything! You two will talk A LOT. About NRC, about your colleagues, about Magicam gossip, etc.

He already talks cute to most people. So with someone as special as you, not only does he talk in that cute and affectionate way, but also becomes very touchy with you. He'll want to hug you and kiss you on the cheek a lot. If you like PDA, that's perfect. If not, he'll respect that, but still try to at least hold your hand.

You will be there for so long that only when you start to see the space becoming empty, with fewer and fewer customers, will you realize that closing time is approaching. As he promised, he paid for everything.

When you left, the sun was already setting. “Hey, (Y/N)-chan.” He tells you, in a whisper “Before we go back, There's one last place that I would like to go with you~.” And his fingers touch yours, like an invitation you could refuse. But you accept and he intertwine your fingers.

You walk a little until you reach a park. You walk along the dirt path, through the trees and the lawn with flowers. its a pleasant walk. And as night came you could hear the crickets. He stops by the lake, the two of you sit on a bench and he takes another selfie with you. To next giving more attention to his Magicam than to you for a long moment.

You sulk a bit and you decide to go to your own Magicam to see what is taking his attention away from you. You see that he didn't tag you in the photos and that the comments on the photos with you were disabled. “I wanted to show you off but...” Cater says, looking at you with his phone's screen off. “I wanted to make sure no one spoiled this day. You... know...?” He tries to keep his smile.

You put your hands on his face “You don't need to show me off. The best things in life are offline, you know? I don't need to be part of your feed to be part of your life.”

He smiles at you, his most genuine smile, as if to say: this is why I love you. And he can't stand not having you in his arms and kissing your lips.

A Picnic with the best food: his. He’ll carry the basket and picnic blanket in one hand and your hand in the other. He’s the one who usually plans the Unbirthday Parties. Planning your picnic date is a nice change of pace. Plus, he loves seeing your delightful face when you try and like his food and pastries. He would take you to a quiet and peaceful place to enjoy yourselves and each other.

This is his opportunity to rest from his Vice-Houseworden duties. And you can take a rest from Ace, Deuce and especially from Grim's shenanigans.

He would definitely feed you his cooking, mainly to see your smile better after you taste it. He's more of a giver than a taker. So if you did something for him and you were able to sneak that in the basket until he takes it of the basket surprised and feed it to him, he will hesitate at first, flattered. But happily eat it.

He chose a place where hardly anyone would casually find you, so he’ll feel comfortable lying on the blanket and inviting you to lie down with him. You two will probably keep snacking while chatting. He’ll let you rest your head on his chest and play with your hair.

Deep down he can be cheeky. But he doesn't show that side to everyone. You are one of the lucky few.

Your picnic was being peaceful. Maybe so much that that's why he decided to play a little prank on you. You were feeding each other cherries. He puts one in your mouth, but when you bite into it and taste it, it tastes like banana. “TREY!” You complain with the cherry in your mouth without knowing whether to spit it out or not. You even raised to sit down.

He bursts out laughing. You were caught so off guard. “Hey, look on the bright side, I could have been a little meaner. I could have done it with a sour taste.” he smirks.

You couldn't use magic like him, but that didn't mean you couldn't get your revenge. You look into the basket and see the cake you ate a few slices earlier. Cake that was decorated with whipped cream on top. You get some whipped cream on your finger and attack Trey while he's still lying there laughing at you.

But he is faster and manages to grab your wrist and deflect his nose from your finger. You lose your balance and end up on top of him. And to make you blush even more, he licks the whipped cream off your finger. And instead of you getting your revenge, you gave him another reason to laugh: your pinkish face.

He wanted to be cheeky? Well, two can play that game. Why not give him a taste of his own prank? You were close enough and you kissed his lips. You feel his lips twitch into a smile.

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pineapplequencher · 3 months

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wherein surfer portgas d. ace tries his hand at snowboarding. he fails, but he's pretty sure he's met the love of his life.

surfer!ace, snowboarder!mc, afab reader, unedited, sfw, 3.6k words

tw: blood mention

a/n: this is my entrance exam into floptropica university (i also suck and snowboarding and avoid it. im a surfing girl. sorry if i got osmething wrong)

Should be easy enough, Ace thinks. I surf, so this’ll probably be easy. Besides, what’s the difference between snowboarding and surfing? He’s totally gonna shred regardless.

But the gear is heavy, and the boots are clunky, and the helmet looks ridiculous. He’s used to the autonomy of having no shirt on, with sun on his back and wind through his hair. The air here is frosty and unkind, the sun is hidden behind a blanket of clouds, and the other people in the gondola line look mean.

As he approaches the gondola to take him up the mountain, a worker with green hair and goggles barks at someone else before he turns to Ace. Ace hefts the heavy board under his arm and gives the worker a cheeky grin. “Hey.”

The worker’s name tag sports chipped letters—Zoro—and the worker himself gives Ace a tight line of a smile.

“Hey, uh, after I get on this thing”—Ace motions to the swinging carriages supported by the lines that stretch to the high, white peak—“which way do I go to get to the bunny hill?” Zoro’s lips twitch, as if in an effort to hold back a laugh. Ace, a bit insecure now, adds, “My brothers went up before me, and I’m new to the area.”

Zoro glances at the mountain, then back to Ace. He checks his clipboard and readjusts the goggles over his eyes. Ace is sure those aren’t prescription-based, but Zoro’s voice is confident. “Sounds like you’re headed for Drum Island Hill. I think you take a right, and then a left. Should be right there.”

“Thanks, man,” Ace replies coolly.

“Yeah,” Zoro says. He turns back to his busywork. “You should probably strap a boot in before you go up. Okay, stand there, and the ski lift will take you up.”

Ace does so and waddles to the area. He flops his bulky body on the bench. This is his first time doing a winter sport, and he didn’t want to pay the hefty fee of lessons. The ski lift gains traction and lifts him into the air.

When he reaches the top, he stumbles off the bench. He’s not used to his foot directly strapped onto his board. It gives him no leeway. He balances poorly and dismisses the worker that’s about to help him.

“I got it,” Ace says. “I’m good.”

Now, what did that guy below say? Ace peeks down the mountain. This is way higher than he thought. This is where the bunny hill is, right? He looked online at the review, and it said that this place is good for beginners. He’s starting to doubt the Internet’s honesty.

Ace traverses across the hard, thick snow. He sludges his strapped boot behind him, copying the fellow snowboarders, and takes his steps with utmost carefulness. A right and a left. Should be easy enough, Ace consoles himself again.

Having another board strapped to his foot feels like cheating on his surfboard at home, though.

After he drags his body to the right, he makes his way past a few wooden cabins with skis perched outside. He must be headed the right direction. A few skiers chat and laugh as they leave the cabin, Modelos in hand. Ace doesn’t feel that safe here anymore, but he has to meet Luffy and Sabo. And master this craft. He paid good money to rent the snowboard and gear. Can’t let it go to waste.

Once Ace reaches a thick collective of white-tipped evergreens, Ace scratches his head. This is a good spot to turn left. He navigates through the forest until he notices a sign: Black Diamond. That doesn’t sound like Drum Hill Island, but the names of these mountains go hard. Maybe they’re synonymous.

There’s very few people here—only two besides Ace—and one measly cabin. It looks closed. One of the snowboarders nods their head at the other and tightens the goggles. Then, they disappear down the snow. Ace’s gaze follows them.

Um, Ace thinks.

The road is steep, with bumps and swirls that slither down the mountain. The skinny trail is fenced off by the forest, and rocks jut out sporadically. The snowboarder slides and turns around the rocks and flips off of a mound. They hoot.

Ace turns. There’s no Luffy. There’s no Sabo. Maybe they’ve begun to make their way down as well. The second snowboarder here pats Ace’s back. “Hey, man, you from around here? You look nervous.”

“I’m not,” Ace says. “First time.”

“First time here? Oh, dude, this path is hella fun. Mind the giant rock when you’re around thirty feet in, though. It’ll trip you up, and it’s for sure accident prone,” the snowboarder replies. Then, they flip their snow goggles over their eyes. “See you down there.”

Then, Ace’s last bit of company is gone.

Alone in the desolate snow, Ace fantasizes about his surfboard. Whatever. Everyone’s a beginner at whatever they do. Luffy and Sabo probably had so much fun without Ace already. That alone fuels Ace’s FOMO into transmission. He will surf this mountain, or whatever they say.

Ace shakes away his nerves. He fixes the goggles over his eyes and knocks on his helmet for good luck. Then, he fastens his other boot onto the board. This doesn’t feel right, but that’s just his muscle memory. Ace feebly totters to the edge of the path. The wind whistles in his ears, further emphasizing how alone he is at the top.

Before Ace could hype himself up more, his balance shifts, careening his board, and suddenly he’s plummeting down the mountain. Ace screams.

He holds his arms out in an attempt to position himself better, but the speed at which he’s shredding this mountain makes it impossible for Ace to maintain himself. He swears the other boarders weren’t going as fast as he was. They were skidding and sliding alongside the mounds of snow. Ace is just skidding.

Ace wobbles on his board. It’s so skimpy and malleable compared to a surfboard. Every small adjustment he makes essentially carves his path down here. Somehow, Ace sees himself not making it out of here alive. He has to choose how he wants to go out.

He sees how this could be fun to an experienced snowboarder. He’s not that guy.

A bump in the path sends Ace into the sky. Falling on his back sounds bad. Falling on his face sounds worse. With how thick the snow is, he could fall headfirst into the snow and never be seen again. Ace channels his energy into twisting his body so that he lands on his butt. A busted tailbone is an easy fix.

He curls his body and braces for impact.

Once he hits the snow, he hits it hard. The ocean waves are much kinder when it comes to falling off. The back of his helmet slams against the harsh snow, and his ears ring in pain. His tailbone takes a direct hit against the sleet of snow and ice, and rapid throbs of pain follow. His head is dizzy, and momentarily his legs lose feeling. The weight of his snowboard tugs him further down. Ace flails his arms to hold himself in the snow.

Ace unbuckles one of his boots, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He’s alive, that’s for sure, and it hurts. Ass planted in the snow, Ace stretches his limbs and decides to wait a few minutes before he creates an action plan. The snow did a number on him. He can’t think. He might throw up. He’s the perfect bait for a bear. He’s going to die. He can’t even push himself out of his ass-created hole in the snow.

The high altitude of the mountain allows for the wind to whip Ace’s helmeted head around. His heavy head lolls around his shoulders. He can’t breathe. Ace fumbles to undo the clip, and he sloughs his helmet off next to him.

His black locks are damp on his forehead. Ace shakes the sweat from his head, but the rapid movement causes him to groan. His snowy, cold glove grasps his forehead. This biting pain is uncomfortable. He might have to wait for help.

Ace tosses his helmet to the side and sighs, waiting for the pain to subside. What he tripped on must have been the rock in the road the other snowboarder informed him about. Just his luck.

Then, a giant shadow crosses the sky. Ace looks up.

It’s another snowboarder flying above him. His mouth is open. He should shout for help, right?

Their form is impeccable—it’s something you see on a YouTube video. Their hand is gripped on the edge of the board, their knees tucked, and their other arm splayed out. Ace would give a lot to see a GoPro video of this person shredding snow.

He doesn’t need to shout for help; the snowboarder notices Ace. The snowboarder is distracted long enough for them to release their hold on the board and tumble into the snow. Ace hears a crunch and winces.

Ace watches the other snowboarder tumble into the snow. So that’s how you fall, he notes. The snowboarder’s gloves grasps against the mountain snow. They’re quick to unbuckle their boots and check their limbs and ankles. After they do a windmill with their arms, they pick up their snowboard and use it to hike their way to Ace. Snow cascades down their covered shoulders.

Although the helmet and goggles conceal their expression, Ace has a feeling that this person is mad.

Since he’s stuck, he lets the angry snowboarder approach him. He gulps. The slow, steady, and experienced stomps of the snowboarder alongside the harsh pikes of their snowboard against the mountain lets Ace know that there’s more pain bound his way.

Once the snowboarder is close enough, they peel back their goggles to reveal their face and shed the helmet entirely. They tuck it under their arm and stake their snowboard into the snow.

Fuck, Ace thinks. Why’d it have to be a pretty girl?

Similar to Ace, her hair is damp against her forehead and is frizzy from the tight hold of the helmet. Her lashes fan over her cheeks when she blinks, and her nose is scrunched. The sun behind the woman infuses her with a brilliant glow, which causes Ace’s breath to hitch, and her rainbow-hued goggles glint. Her brows create a pinch in her glabella, and a sneer is plastered against her face. Forget the GoPro, Ace would give a lot to see this woman’s smile.

Then, he notices her bloody, bruised lip.

“What—the fuck”—her voices comes out in angered pants—“is wrong—with you?” She pokes a gloved finger against Ace’s chest, and he throws his hands up in surrender. “You’re a hazard, hello? At least get out of the path.”

“Sorry,” Ace replies meekly. “Um, sorry about your lip, too.”

“You have a lot to be sorry for,” the woman hisses. “Where’s your etiquette?”

“I’m new here.”

She doesn’t let her bottom lip stop her from chastising Ace. In fact, blood drips onto the white snow, fresh and bright. “New to the area, or new to snowboarding?”

“New to snowboarding…” Ace lowers his arms.

The woman’s hand flies up to her head. Her visible rage has yet to leave. “This is a Black Diamond path, AKA what they use to categorize the most dangerous paths, AKA where only pros go, AKA metrosexuals like you shouldn’t be here.”

He still has time to look suave in front of her. He brushes his hair back and says, “I figured. What’s your na—”

“You should be at Drum Hill Island. This is Skypiea.”

“Okay.”

“Did you not see the experts only sign?”

“I saw the Black Diamond sign,” Ace offers, but he must’ve added fuel to the fire since the woman plants a hand on her hip, unimpressed. “I—I didn’t know what that meant. I said I was a beginner.”

The woman sighs. “Give me a second.”

Ace watches her plod into the forest. She takes a moment to drop her helmet, unglove a hand, and check her phone in her pocket. She holds her phone close to her lip to see the damage. Then, she pockets her phone, fits her glove back onto her hand, and screams.

A flock of birds fly into the sky.

After she’s done, the woman grabs her helmet and slogs back to where Ace sits, still ass-down in the snow. Her blood begins to drip down her chin, a red trail is left behind in her wake. She’s too angry to pay attention to it, and Ace would rather not upset her more.

“You stuck?” she asks, her tone gentler than before, yet it still has an icy edge to it.

“Yeah,” he admits.

The woman kneels down to unbuckle Ace’s foot free. She takes his snowboard and plants it into the ground next to him. She stands and dusts the snow from her knees, then she holds her hands out expectantly. Ace takes them, and she pulls him out of the snow.

The force of it pushes her back—he’s a heavy, muscled guy, you know—and Ace trips over her. They land on the snow. Their faces are inches away from kissing, and Ace might’ve gone for it if she weren’t mad at him already, if her lip wasn’t bloody, and if he had some liquid courage. Both of their breaths come out in wispy tendrils of fog, and the woman’s face is studying Ace. He’s unsure if she’s incredulous or captured by his good looks.

He decides it’s the former when the woman says, “Can you get off.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he murmurs and pries himself away. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says as she sits upright. “Rough landing. I’m used to it, though. Anyway, you’re lucky I know a way out of here.” She stands up, plucks her helmet from the ground, and holds the edge of her snowboard. “Just get your stuff and follow me. You’ll be fine, if you have no other injuries.”

“I’m okay,” Ace says. He might have a concussion. This woman really is pretty.

“That’s good. No need for a rescue helicopter, then.”

Ace chuckles. “Yeah, that might be too much.”

The woman’s eyes crinkle. She must be trying to smile, since her lips wobble and her brows are raised. Obviously, her new wound makes it impossible. Ace is kind of proud of himself, and then his confidence is lowered because it’s his fault she busted her lip open.

Without another word, the woman goes into the forest, leaving Ace to frantically gather his gear and stumble behind her. He jogs—and nearly slips—until he’s next to her. The woman says nothing to him as he catches glances at her.

It isn’t until the woman stops to free her hand from her glove does Ace say, “I’m really sorry, by the way.”

The woman looks at him as she raises her careful hand to her bloody lip. She wipes some of it away and hisses at the pain. She looks at the red on her finger and wipes it on her snow pants. “It happens.”

They continue their journey. Granted, she has every right to be upset. Ace clears his throat. “Do you come here often?”

“Yeah, I do,” she says. “Whenever I’m on break, I make the trip up here.”

“From what I saw, you’re pretty good.”

The woman smiles, this time with great care, in consideration of her lip. “Thanks. Lots of practice. But I never had the audacity to try a Black Diamond on my first try.”

“I followed instructions, I swear,” Ace insists. “There was this guy down there—Zoro, or whatever—and he told me to take a right, then a left to get to the bunny hill. I literally did that and ended up here.”

“Oh, that guy’s working today. No wonder,” the woman says. “He’s shit at directions.”

“He convinced me. He sounded so confident.”

The woman’s eyes meet Ace’s. She quickly refocuses on the slow shuffle of her feet. “I wouldn’t be surprised if other beginners are at Skypiea, too, but they wouldn’t have the audacity to actually ski or board it.”

She’s back to jabbing at him. He’ll take it. Ace shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m full of myself.”

“So you do get that a lot.”

“I get it more often than I should,” Ace says. “Hey, once you get to know me, you’ll find that I’m a humble guy.”

The woman snorts and shoves Ace. “Humble people don’t say that.”

“And you would know that because you’re humble, huh,” Ace retorts.

“Yeah, once you get to know me, you’ll find that I’m a humble girl.”

“Okay, calm down.”

After that, she doesn’t respond. Ace struggles to find a conversation topic. She might not want to talk because of her lip, but it seems she’s not exactly opposed to it.

“Do you usually come with friends? I noticed you were alone,” he points out. Yep. He’s good. That’s good. Casual and smart.

The woman sighs. “Sometimes. I came with a college friend this week, but he sprained his ankle yesterday doing Skypiea. Did you come here with anyone?”

“Yeah, my younger brothers! They should be at the kiddie hill. I was tryna look for them before this happened…”

Ace wishes they met under better circumstances. If he had his iconic orange cowboy hat, he would have taken it off, held it to his chest, and asked for her name with a smile. He’d do that cheesy thing where he bows a bit and kisses her knuckles. Then, he’d impress her with a trip to the beach and show her how well he surfs. She’d ask him to teach her, probably, and he’d get to—

“Hello?” the woman says.

“Sorry?” Ace is saying sorry a lot today. It’s fine. This woman deserves it.

“Your name? Excuse me?” the woman asks. “I’ve been asking.”

“It’s Ace,” he replies. “Sorry, your lip must hurt a lot. Um, what’s yours—”

“Oh! We’re here!” the woman chirps, and she points to a ski lift, buried in the clearing of the forest. Around the lift is a populated area, with plenty of children and families. Settled in the valley of the mountain, there are smaller slopes and neon netting to prevent accidents. There are lessons held with snowboarders and skiers alike in blue uniforms, watching the people work their way around the snow.

Ace’s shoulders droop. “Oh. We’re here.”

“Go ahead and find your brothers.” The woman gives him a dismissive wave. “I’ll check in with the infirmary about my lip. I might need stitches.”

Here’s his chance. “Yeah, I’m really sorry. If—If it costs anything, I can give you my number, and you can let me know about the cost. I’ll pay.”

The woman hesitates. Ace crosses his fingers discreetly. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes please say yes please say yes. She fishes a hand in her pocket and waves her phone in front of him. “Sure. Go ahead.”

Ace takes it. He remembers he has gloves on. He sheepishly sheds them off and tosses them to the side as quick as he can. “Oops. Um. Let me see…” Ace’s hands shake as he types his name in, and then his phone number. He double-checks the digits. He triple-checks it even. He makes sure it’s right. He really wants her to reach out.

“Hey,” the woman prods.

“Here you go,” Ace says and hands her phone back. “Call me. Or text me. Do whatever you want. Do whatever’s comfortable for you.”

“Okay… I will,” she replies, and Ace takes it as a promise.

Again, he watches her maneuver through the people in the area until she reaches an information desk. She rings the bell, and a worker comes out. The woman motions to her lips, and the worker freaks. Ace watches the woman laugh, throw her head back, and wave her hands.

Damn. Ace wants to make her laugh like that. He’ll wait for the text. He’ll cook up something good. Something that’ll make her kick her feet and giggle.

Behind him, a familiar voice says, “Looks like you made it.”

Ace turns around. It’s Zoro, the freak from the bottom of the ski lift. It looks like his goggles are still for show because he has them strapped around his eyes with no helmet. Ace wants to yell at this guy for making him look like a loser in front of a pretty girl, but he finds that he’ll settle for a nasty Google review.

“I did,” Ace says through gritted teeth. He then points to the woman. “What’s her name, by the way?”

Zoro whistles. “This is a place to snowboard and ski, not pick up chicks.”

Never mind. Ace is ticked. “Yeah, well, your directions actually led me to something called a Black Diamond Skypiea thing, and she helped me out. I just wanna know her name, dude.”

Zoro laughs.

Ace waits.

Once Zoro’s maniacal laughter is over, Zoro says, “That’s [Name]. You got lucky by meeting her. Wow. This is crazy. Sanji’s been trying to get his contact in her phone for ages. Good luck.”

Smug, Ace can’t hide the growing smile on his cheeks. That Sanji guy must be butt-ugly and not worth [Name]’s time at all. Ace’ll show her what a real man can do. Well, he would, but the ball’s in [Name]’s court. All Ace has to do is wait for the hospital bill to come in.

Ace pats Zoro on the back. “Thanks, man. I mean it.”

✭✭✭✭✩ decent place to ski and snowboard. personal faves are skypiea and wano. i've done alabasta too but i've heard things about it being artifical snow and you know what i can tell it's artifical... read more - [name]

✭✭✩✩✩ Gyatt damn is all i gotta say. Nami is fine as hell i want her 😍 I also broke my skull doing thriller bark they need to fix that shit asap - brookhardboner

✭✭✭✭✭ Would’ve given this place 1 star but Im pretty sure I met the love of my life today - firefistace

#portgas d ace #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece x you #one piece ace

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Mane Attraction (18+)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe because I was missing my favourite long-haired lovable mechanic!

Eddie notices your love of his glorious mane of hair and decides to tease you about it.

Word Count:1,482

Warnings:Small bit of fluff at the beginnng, but the rest is just smut. Kissing/Making out, Oral Sex (F rec.), Fingering. Idk if there's anything else? but if I've missed something you want tagged just let me know.

Also not proofread, so if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't :)

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie slides his body out from underneath the car he was working on, wiping his black, grease-stained hands on the rag that hangs from the back pocket of his coveralls. He’d stripped the top half off, tying the sleeves around his waist, leaving him in his white vest as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Motörhead’s ‘Ace Of Spades’ rumbles out from the old radio sitting on the workbench, and the clanking of Randy working on another car outside in the yard all fall into the background as his attention is diverted by his sweet girl walking into the garage.

“Hey! You forgot your lunch this morning!” you beam brightly as you hand him over the brown paper bag.

“You’re an absolute peach, you know that?” he smiles, kissing your cheek.

“Also I popped a few of the cookies I made yesterday in there, because I know they’re your favourite.”

“You made snickerdoodles?!” he beamed brightly, his eyes widening in surprise as he quickly opened up the bag to see the sweet treats sitting inside .

“Only the best for my hard-working handy-man.”

“Thanks Sweetheart! I’ll see you back at home later, yeah?”

you wave him goodbye with a cheery smile and a cheeky wink.

“Bye Teddy, I love you.”

“Teddy, huh?” Randy nudges him in the arm with a scoff. “Who knew you had such a soft side?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be fixing that old Pontiac?” Eddie fixes him a hard stare.

“Only for you, Teddy.” Randy teases him with his best put-on sultry girly voice that his deep southern drawl can manage, before laughing on his way back out to the yard.

Eddie pushes through the door with a tired sigh.

“Honey I’m home!” he calls out in the way he always does when he comes home to you.

You rush over to him, immediately wrapping him in a tight hug, which he welcomes whole-heartedly, picking you up in his arms and twirling you around.

“How was work?”

“Good, it was a nice surprise to have you come visit me” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to

the crown of your head. “Those cookies were delicious by the way.”

“Oh I’m glad you liked them. I had a day off so I thought I could make them to surprise you!”

“Well consider me surprised, Sweetheart.” he smiles, pulling his long dark curls free from the knot tied at the nape of his neck, raking a large hand through his hair with a quick ruffle. Having his hair as long as it was meant that whenever he was working it had to be tied back, something about safety regulations or whatever, so when he came home he liked to take the opportunity to let his wild mane free.

“I’m gonna take a shower, and get changed, then we can order takeout? How does that sound?” he asks, as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“You read my mind.” you giggle, settling yourself into the comfort of the couch cushions.

Freshly showered and changed into a pair of red and black plaid pyjama bottoms and a soft grey Henley, Eddie slumps his body down on the couch next to yours.

“I picked up a film from Family Video for us to watch this evening.” you smile, snuggling up to his body, the all too familiar and welcoming scent of his body wash filling your senses. You flicked the remote and the bright light of the television illuminated the cosy living room.

It didn’t take very long for the film to go utterly ignored in favour of slipping your tongue between Eddie’s lips and tangling your fingers into his messy curls, earning you a low groan as you gently tugged against the dark strands.

Pulling away from you with a knowing smirk playing at his pink, kiss-bitten lips, Eddie looks down at you before speaking. He wants to tease you a little, see what your reaction would be.

“I was thinking it was about time that I got a haircut, was going to ask if you’d do it for me, y’know, since you’re the professional and all.”

Eddie tries to suppress his giggling amusement when he sees your reaction.

Your eyes wide in shock, and your mouth opening to say something, and yet nothing comes.

“Just chop off all this long hair. Would be easier at work too, wouldn’t have to keep tying it back.” he says, awaiting your reaction, watching as your eyebrows draw together in confusion..

You gather your thoughts just enough to form a sentence.

“I don’t think I can do that, Eddie. It goes against my beliefs as a well-respected hairdresser, and as your girlfriend.” you explain with a laugh. “You know I love your hair. Where else am I supposed to tangle my fingers when you go down on me, huh?” you murmur, your lips close to his, before leaning in once more to kiss him.

“Good thing I was only joking then.” he laughs in that adorably boyish way that makes it oh so hard for you to be mad at him.

“I can’t believe you would joke about something like that Eddie!!” you join in on the laughter, playfully hitting him with one of the cushions on the couch.

“How about, as a recompense for being the target of my joke, I get down on my knees for you and you can show me how much you love my hair, hm?” he offers, his voice dropping to a smokey gravel, as he presses as reassuring kiss to your lips.

You flush under his words, but still you nod, eager to feel his lips on your body.

“Yeah, is that what you want Sweetheart?” he murmurs softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Want me to make you feel good?”

A breathy whine of ‘please’ falls from your lips, and that’s all the go-ahead Eddie needs before he’s skating his hands up your thighs.

“Lift your hips up for me.”

You comply with his wishes, raising up enough for him to hook his fingers into the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties and drag them down the length of your legs in one swift motion.

“There she is…my pretty girl…I've missed her…” he almost purrs out when he's greeted by the sight of your pussy. “You, and I have a lot of catching up to do.” he smiles, his lips curling into a salacious grin.

He kisses his lips to the soft pudge of your stomach before he trails down nosing into the thatch of curls between your legs.

He smiles against your wet slit, his tongue slipping past his lips to drag slowly across your folds. Flattening his tongue against you, licking up the essence of your arousal.

He's moaning deeply as he pushes into you as close as he can, wrapping arms around your plush thighs, and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

He quickly flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit with practised precision, before sucking it between his plump lips in a way that has your back arching up into his touch.

It isn’t long before he feels the familiar tangle of your fingers into his hair, tugging the dark strands as he continues to lap at your wetness. Tugging gently at the roots of his hair, directing him right where you need him most.

“Taste’s so fucking sweet, pretty baby..” he slurs out his praises, his tongue never stopping it’s relentless endeavour. “You want one of my fingers?”

“Please..Wanna feel you, Eddie, please..” you beg breathlessly.

He continues to lap at your wet cunt like a man starved, slipping one of his thick fingers into your tight wet heat, pressing against that spot that has your thighs shuddering close around his face.

“That’s it Sweetheart..so fuckin’ pretty like this I swear..” he teases, his voice a steady growly as he fucks his finger into you.

“..C-close..” was all you could stutter out, before Eddie was doubling down in his efforts to please you, sliding one more finger into you, and crooking them inside you so perfectly.

He’d happily been in this position many times before, knew all the tell-tale signs of your impending high, and with one more flick of tongue over your sensitive clit you were riding out your release against his face, clenching around his fingers with a wet gush.

He drinks you in, gently lapping over your clit as you come down from the euphoria of your shuddering orgasm. He pulls away from you, his mouth glossy with his spit and your slick juices lingering on his lips.

“So, I was thinking we could order pizza tonight?” he says as though he hadn’t just given you the best head of your life.

“Yeah,” you sigh with a soft breath. “W-we can get pizza if you want to.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @xxbimbobunnyxx @eddiesxangel @paybacksawitch @mrsjellymunson @heydreamchild @munsonsbtch @keeksandgigz @ali-r3n @seatnights

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x female reader smut #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson fanfic

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yaksha-lover · 9 months

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I have just fallen in love with your vampire AU lol (you may have seen me going through the tag in your notifs haha)

I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you'd be up for writing something cute like - how would some of the vampire AU guys (Epel, Ace, Ruggie, and Malleus) react if they asked the reader to date them/be their S/O only for the reader to react with a pause and respond 'i thought we were already dating..?' all flustered and embarrassed about the misunderstanding (if that's cool with you lol)

Your writing is super awesome, keep being amazing! And remember to stay hydrated! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

This is super cute, thanks for requesting!

Malleus would love how absolutely love how adorable you are when you’re flustered. While he wasn’t sure of your own feelings, in his mind he’s already hearing wedding bells as soon as you start to get close, so it’s not like he’s much different to you. He already thought of you as his, he just wanted you to confirm it with your words. Would tease you:

“You’ve already decided to give yourself to a vampire before hearing my terms? How salacious of you~”

Ace secretly thinks you’re cute but would definitely use this as an opportunity to make fun of you. He was fairly sure you felt the same as him, but loves to hear you say it. Teases you about being presumptuous, but quickly retracts if it makes you upset. Will take you on surprisingly tasteful and romantic dates. If you even mention him biting you now that he’s your boyfriend, you’ll get him as red in the face as his hair.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re just cute when you’re flustered. If I’ve been your boyfriend for a while without knowing, I guess I must have a lot of dates to take you on to make up for lost time.”

Epel would honestly malfunction for a moment. You might be worried that he’s suddenly changed his mind but really the thought of, ‘You mean I’ve spent countless hours in pining wondering if you like me as more than a friend just for you to think we were dating the whole time??’ is running through his mind. Decides to play it off casually (he is blushing and avoiding eye contact).

“Well, I knew we were somethin’, but I’m traditional. I wanted to make things official by asking ya out on a date.”

Ruggie gets flustered by your words, so the two of you are pretty much in the same boat. He didn’t really know if you thought of him as more than a friend, so this he’s fighting a smile at how well things went. He’s a little cheeky once he recovers from his intial reaction.

“We’ve been dating this whole time but you’ve never offered me your blood. Do you know how much money I could’ve saved? Just kidding. You’re sweet.”

#twst x reader #twst vampire au #malleus draconia x reader #ace trapolla x reader #epel felmier x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #malleus draconia #ace trappola #epel felmier #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland #twst

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simatomica · 4 months

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top 23 of 2023

Ty for the tag @plumbewb <3

23) Leo getting yeeted off of Bruce was one of many highlights for me this year.

22) Swamp Witch Frankie (Groovy edition)

21) Living my greenhouse fantasy

20) Gothy baby Frankie

19) Nadia waiting for Horse Ranch to come out

18) Akane judging everyone during karaoke

17) Ame la chica mas linda

16) Desmond moving to San Sequoia

15) Ace was in her cowboy Barbie era

14) A cheeky devil

13) Una enamorada

12) Una loba como yo

11) Cybernetic Shay

10) ME PUSE LINDA PARA VERTE

9) Madre

8) Maggie's revamp

7) Poisonetta

6) Something fishy

5) Axe man!

4) Season of the vvitch

3) Granny cat

2) When I actually tried

1) Sanji

I tag anyone and everyone who wants to do it :)

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yunarim · 4 months

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— LITTLE CAPRICIOUS CHRISTMAS | CHENYA X READER

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ summary : rsa and nrc are having conjoint christmas party within nrc walls. your crush, chenya, is also here to help you with decorations. everything's going smoothly until you both find a mistletoe — now this is where the chaos unfolds.

— characters : chenya x gn!reader, ace, deuce, grim

⌞tags⌝ : gn reader, pure fluff, everyone being a little silly

— w.c. : 2.8k

.ᐟ this is my christmas gift for a dear friend! hope you enjoy this silly thing i wrote literally at 5 am LMAO (local joke to add: a)

Your first Christmas within NRC walls appeared to be surely promising, leaving you in small splashes of genuine excitement. Knowing your friends’ reactions, you were ready for silly commentary on your sweet anticipation of the upcoming holiday (Ace’s capricious eye-rolling at you smiling widely after Crowley’s announcement that the Christmas this year is about to be huge — made you dismiss your friend’s oh-so-annoyed smile).

Still, you couldn’t even imagine that Crowley would suggest what he mentioned to be ‘joining forces with RSA’. You always found those little annoyed ‘ugh’s from NRC students when RSA was mentioned rather funny, not really caring about that entertaining confrontation between two schools. You genuinely enjoyed RSA students’ company, although not exactly noticing yourself that one particular person has been especially interesting to you.

Now that was very funny to your friends, your gentle oblivion and bunch of ‘What do you mean I’ve been staring at Riddle’s childhood friend with the name no one can pronounce?’. Not to mention you could pronounce his full name absolutely fluently.

Crowley said that the Christmas itself will be held in NRC, although RSA is coming to help with decorating. Not only that, Neige and Vil will perform on stage, which instantly caught Azul’s attention, inspiring Octavinelle students to start making preparations already — you could literally see numbers flashing behind Azul’s eyes.

RSA will be arriving today beforehand, but it was already quite lively around NRC with students making preparations already. You weren’t the exception, and now, following Ace and Deuce, you were carrying a huge box of Christmas decorations.

“It’s so nice to see someone being so excited for Christmas,” Deuce said, carrying two boxes in his hands, which appeared quite impressive to you, who barely managed to carry one, with decorations almost falling out. “I mean, refreshing even.”

“Are you referring to me?” You asked, the box popping in your unstable hold “I always loved Christmas back in my world. Imagine my reaction when I realized that it’s a thing here, too!”

“Refreshing, huh?” Ace replied, box with lights in his hands.

“Yuu’s reaction is certainly nicer,” you couldn’t see Deuce’s cheeky smile, but you knew it was there, spreading in his face.

“Ha! I just don’t get it — why spend Christmas with RSA? Have you seen their decorations? Who’d want teddy bears under their Christmas tree?”

“Teddy bears are cute,” you giggle, amused by Ace’s annoyance towards RSA, knowing he doesn’t really mean all the things he’s saying.

“Now say you’d want mistletoe to kiss under and we’ll call it a day.”

“H-huh?”

You startled, stumbling on your feet, and were ready to pretty much kiss the floor at this point, ruining the box with decorations you were carrying, but it never happened.

You feel a firm grip on your shoulders, preventing you from a not so graceful fall, and glance towards what - or rather who - helped you, catching familiar glimpses of pink and purple.

“Why hello, nya!~”

The smile on your face was quick to appear.

“Chenya-san!” You exclaimed, bowing slightly as you regained your position, ignoring little sighs from your friends. “Hello! When did you arrive?”

“Just nyaw,” he carefully took the box from your hands, and you could finally see what was happening around. “Where do we put this?”

“Ah, you shouldn’t have to!—“ Chenya only hummed at your reaction with amusement, so you allowed him to continue carrying your box. “Music club room.”

“Got it.”

You watched Chenya’s ears twitching every time you glanced at him, finding it adorable. Adorable to an extent you almost forgot that Ace and Deuce were also present, until Ace spoke.

“Alright, see ya later.”

“Oh?” You turned around and spotted Ace and Deuce stopping before another class. “Ah, yes. See you guys!”

You heard them discussing if you’ll manage to concentrate on decorating at all, but you preferred ignoring their little assumptions, and were quickly to return all of your attention to Chenya.

You opened the door to the music room, surprisingly not finding Kalim, Cater or Lilia there, and pointed where your new companion could place the box.

“Chenya-san, were you on your way to checking out Riddle and Trey? I must have startled you.”

“While I really was, they could wait~” He smiled, sending an unknown emotion to your heart. “Besides, it seems you need my help more than them, hm?~”

“Don’t worry, I can manage!” You smiled in response, but Chenya only started pulling decorations out of the box.

“I’ll help, nya. That’s why we arrived here in the first place, after all.” He took a garland and turned to you, jumping on the windowsill like it wasn’t a big deal. “So, chief, what would be the instructions? Where should I put it, nya?”

You giggled, certainly appreciating his help, and took a look at the room, pointing at the place where he can put the garland.

You took a Christmas tree decoration, placed it on the lower branch of the tree in the room, and the rest of the decorating process was pretty much relaxing, remaining in comfortable silence.

Occasionally you couldn’t help but throw your glance at Chenya. His figure almost floated when he jumped in the windowsills, reaching out for the ceiling to put something there. If you were a little bit more aware of your own gaze, you’d certainly notice how fixed yet gentle your eyes are on him. The only thought of you looking at him that much appeared funny — was it all Christmas that put you in that giddy silly state?

Another decoration, and you found that you almost finished. Chenya’s really handy, you thought, watching him pulling out the last one decoration and gasping at once.

A mistletoe.

“Now where should we put it?~” Chenya asked, turning to you and finding you becoming an incoherent cute mess. “Are you alright?”

“Totally,” internally you curse Ace for his stupid little remark about mistletoe. “How about right above the door?”

“If we are to imply that little tradition with kissing under a mistletoe…” Your stomach performed a sudden flip at his words, but you’re quite stunned to find it not unwelcome. “Sounds like fun! Maybe above the window though, nya?”

“I’m afraid not everyone has a habit of jumping off the window as a way of leaving the room like you do, Chenya-san.”

“I must say I don’t need doors or windows to enter at all~”

“Heh,” you smiled at him, sending a competition arising. “Above the piano then? Or better yet — the drums?”

“How about… sofa ~”

“Don’t feel like it, you demonstratively jumped on the sofa, as if testing if it’s the right place to put the mistletoe above.

“Inside the wardrobe,” you snorted at his suggestion.

“In the hall,” you continued throwing suggestions, opening the door and pointing out at the ceiling in the hall. “So that many people could see.”

You in turn couldn’t see him materializing behind you, the strands of his hair dangling from his head and brushing against your skin ticklishly as you lifted your head up to meet his gaze.

You couldn’t think of anything else beside how beautiful he was. Lively, whimsical, yet absolutely adorable and sweet — your mind raced, not being able to contain your excitement and causing blood to flow up to your cheeks, reddening them slightly.

Chenya either was too polite to not comment on that, or didn’t notice at all — though you questioned the second option. No way he didn’t.

“Most visitors will circle around the main stage,” Chenya started explaining, Christmas lights wrapped around his shoulders and lit with a touch of magic made him look exceptionally cute. “Not here in the halls, I think~ Now, the main entrance sounds like a fine idea to me!”

“Sounds like all of the NRC students would avoid approaching the main entrance then,” you chuckled and followed him into the hall, sneakily grabbing the mistletoe from his hands.

The little surprise on his face made you gulp, flush reaching your cheeks once more. Was it necessary to be so damn cute?

“Hmm~ Looks like we’ve set a competition of sorts, nya?” Chenya approached you, smiling, and took the mistletoe from you, chuckling at your surprised gasp. “The one who finds the best place to put the mistletoe — wins. How does it sound?”

“How do we decide what’s the best place when we already failed?” You tilted your head.

“Don’t know~” Chenya giggled. “However you find it fitting to yourself! If I like the place, then you win. If you like the place, I win.”

“That’s so nonsensical,” you admitted but didn’t dismiss the idea. It wasn’t even serious from the very beginning.

“We’re all a little nonsensical here,” his tail wiggled.

“What does the winner get?”

“We’ll settle that after winning.”

“Hey, that’s unfair! This isn’t how you motivate the staff!”

He bent over you, brushing capricious strands of your hair, and you parted your lips, not knowing what to expect further.

It’s your heart which was unfair. Your reactions and feelings — all of them, absolutely deprived of sense before Chenya and his silly tricks. Not like you minded them, though…

But you were quite playful yourself, so to say.

You tapped his nose, causing him to wince slightly, reminiscent of the real cat, and nodded.

“Good,” you concluded. “I accept. Although it’s only one mistletoe, so~..”

“So good luck on trying to get it back from me, nya!”

And with that he disappeared from your sight, dissolving midair with his magic, to which you only blinked and laughed.

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “Don’t think you can get away with that!”

And that is how your race began.

You walked into the next room, finding Ace and Deuce. Having studied your character enough, they already had a presentiment that at the moment another chaos with your participation was unfolding in front of them.

You appreciated their attempts to arrange the audience, but you had other matters that needed immediate attention.

Your next stop was the Heartslabyull, where Riddle managed to slightly reprimand you for being careless, but when he heard you mention Chenya in your little adventure, he simply sighed and said that the last time he saw him was in the cafeteria.

Riddle, reliable as always, appeared to be right when you spotted familiar sprinkles of purple and pink.

You tried to be as sneaky as possible, hissing at everyone who tried to talk to you at the moment, giving everyone conspiratorial glances and receiving noddings in return. Maybe you were more NRC than the NRC students themselves after all.

For what he’s so tall, you thought internally, but still succeeded in grabbing mistletoe Chenya was holding.

“Hehe!!” You were so excited that you almost tripped again if it wasn’t Chenya who caught you by the elbow, drawing you closer to prevent your second fall.

Ugh, you thought, averting your gaze and knowing that your cheeks were burning. Even his hold is gentle and—

And what, you cease the chain of thoughts. And what if not loving.

Yet, the competition still was on the table, so you thanked him sheepishly and was quick to rub away, heading straight to the yard where you rushed towards the tree where the Stargazing event was held.

You leaned against the tree, catching your breath and wondering how gentle Chenya’s touch was. Every rare time you get to see him, he is always very tender with you. Is it really normal to think about this? Still, it is in the spirit of the RSA to be caring and friendly by nature. But still... what if it’s something making only you special and—

“Gotcha~”

Chenya appeared in the air, dangling from the tree above you, his whole body upside-down, his pretty face right before you, and the mistletoe slipped from your hands to his again.

“Hey!-“

“See nya!”

He disappeared, and you couldn’t help but giggle again. It’s always fun and joyful — being around him.

Your next stop was the main stage, where you noticed Neige and Vil discussing something. What a nice place to hang the mistletoe would it be, but you didn’t have it at the moment, so you walked away, wondering where Chenya was hiding again.

Curious, you thought. It wasn’t about finding the best spot for the mistletoe anymore — it was the game of hide and seek, with a side quest of calming your racing heart down.

And this is how you made it to the portal room after what felt like hours of unstoppable searching. Come to think of it, the school was pretty much fully decorated at this rate, sparkles of green and red suiting the whole dark and gothic atmosphere of the school surprisingly well. It was truly refreshing, even the portal room, usually dull and rather gloomy to you, appeared to be quite a sight.

You stood in the middle, students walking around, jumping to the portals to their dorms, hands busy with decoration boxes, and no time to stop someone and ask if they saw Chenya at all.

You wondered where your next destination must be, when an idea struck you. Right, why not hang the mistletoe here?! Guests will be wandering through the portals as they always did during previous events held in NRC. This is where the perfect spot for the mistletoe is!

Right when you made your decision and realized the only component left was the names mistletoe, you was about to turn around and jump into the first portal you’d see and call it a day, but—

“Chenya-san? What— Huh?”

You felt his arms around you, pressing you closer to his chest tenderly. Emotions were flowing within you, combining altogether and causing you to snap your eyes open, not really registering what was happening.

His mischievous expression turned more adoring and loving, making you question if you were awake at all. People were still walking, some of them stopped to gossip about you two, or maybe that what was happening — you couldn’t make sure at once, the whole world around you disappearing, and only Chenya’s cute smile reflected in your widened eyes.

“Guess we’ve been tricked.”

You blinked at him in incomprehension, but all the thoughts vanished when Chenya pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped, your body felt foreign, as if you turned into a ghost, watching the scene from behind and not recognizing yourself. It felt unreal — the softness of Chenya’s lips, the way his eyes closed and eyelashes flattered, confirming he was slightly nervous just as you were.

When you returned to Earth — or whatever this universe even might have been — and parted your lips, staring at Chenya absent-mindlessly.

“Wha— You— Huh? What?”

“As I’ve said, we’ve been tricked and—“

You weren’t sure. Was it real at all? Did you hit your head and return to your world? Was it just another dream of yours?

No, no, you must have made sure. So you leaned forward to him, now it was you catching his lips and a surprised breath at once.

The kiss you left was short and unsure, and when you met Chenya’s confused look, you prevented him from saying anything, pecking his lips again. And again. And—

“Woah,” Chenya smiled through your silly kisses. “Eager, are we?”

“Just in disbelief. Alright, confirm it for me: is it all real? I’m not sleeping, right?”

“You are not sleeping indeed,” he nodded, releasing you from his hold but still having his hands at your shoulders. “And look who’s tricked us after all.”

You followed his stare and found Grim chewing the mistletoe while looking at both of you with an unconcealed amusement.

“What?” Grim asked, apparently not really enjoying the taste of the plant.

“Indeed. What?” You ask your partner, chuckling at how silly the whole situation appeared to be.

“You two fools couldn’t figure out your stupid feelings without the help of the Great Grim!”

“Sure…” Chenya found your smug expression rather delightful, giggling at the conversation unfolding. “But hey, technically I win. I was just about to place the mistletoe here. And we’ll, it is placed here. Technically in Grim’s stomach, but still here, right?”

“Hmmm~ I don’t mind your win, but…”

Chenya pointed out the box behind Grim, filled with mistletoes only, much to your surprise.

“How about we start a new competition?”

“I’m all ears then.”

“The one who hangs as many mistletoes as they can, gets just as many kisses.”

“You know we both win at this rate, right?”

“This is the point, nya! Now, shall we start?”

“With pleasure!”

“Before you guys continue that, myah, a tradition or somethin’, go get me a real meal. Man, I’m so tired…”

“You did nothing though.”

“I’m a wingman of the day.”

Chenya chuckled, placing a small soft kiss on your cheek. “That I can’t argue with.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #rsa x reader #rsa #chenya x reader #chenya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker

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firepower-if · 1 year

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An artillery battery is a unit of cannons, missiles, and other weapons grouped to ensure command and control of the battlefield. In the 1860s, baseball statistician Henry Chadwick first described the teamwork of a pitcher and a catcher as a battery: the firepower of the staff.

DEMO TBA.

Before reaching the stardom of grand slams in Yankee Stadium or World Series shutouts, every professional baseball player was once where you are now: the Minor Leagues. Divided into levels from Rookie ball to Triple A, everyone working their way through the Minors has the same goal: to get promoted up to the Big Leagues. The Major Leagues. The Show. And you?

You are no exception.

You are the newest addition to the Double-A Okmulgee Pecans, a Minor League affiliate of the successful and storied Oklahoma City 66s. Surrounded by young, talented, hungry ballplayers, it’s your job to not only succeed in this competitive league, but stand out. As a catcher, you play one of the toughest positions in baseball— and the most important. Your chemistry with your pitchers and your team can make or break a play, an inning, or a whole game. With the constant eye of coaches, team management, and baseball fans on your back, will you find your swing? Can you help lead your team to victory? And can you keep yourself from getting distracted by the potential affections of those around you— or lean into them?

FIREPOWER is an upcoming interactive fiction novel about the love that lives in the infield dirt, the outfield grass, the diamond, and the dugout. In short: it’s about baseball, it’s about falling in love, and it’s about falling in love with baseball.

It is cautiously rated 18+ for themes and/or mentions of substance abuse, past traumas, and structural inequities in professional sports. Warnings will be toggle-able for potentially triggering scenes, which may be skipped.

FEATURES.

Customize your character’s appearance, handedness, and strengths in the game. Play as a man, woman, or nonbinary with options to be gay, straight, or bisexual.

Play through competitive at-bats, bat in your teammates and hit powerful home runs. Make skillful defensive plays; throw out runners trying to steal bases and tag runners out at home with quick reflexes.

Catch bullpens one-on-one with your pitchers to build your chemistry— on the field and off of it. Become a better catcher, and make them better too.

Lead a locker room and become part of a tight-knit team aiming for victory— and maybe a promotion.

Flirt with and romance any combination of your pitchers, other teammates, or the competent Front Office intern. Choose the gender of 2 out of the 4 ROs.

ROMANCE OPTIONS.

JJ Kim (gender selectable). 23. A rising star pitcher who is almost, but not quite, the team’s ace. Has a temper that has gotten them ejected from a couple games, but uses that intensity towards being the best on the mound. Friendly, but soon it becomes clear they’re difficult to truly get to know.

Olivia Lawson (f). 25. The cheeky second baseman who, despite her unflappably positive attitude, is aching to prove herself. A locker room leader and part of the Pecans for two years, she’s seeking a standout season and wants nothing but the best from her teammates. A cheerful, loyal presence underscored by fiery determination and grit.

Hirohito Kinoshita (m). 24. The best pitcher on the team by a long shot. A rising star who previously played professionally in Japan before signing as a free agent in the offseason. It’s widely assumed that he’ll be in the Major Leagues in the next year or two. Sarcastic, cocky, and kind of an asshole, with a genuine curiosity for his new home.

Dakota “Junie” McIntosh (gender selectable). 22. A college senior and D1 athlete trying their hand at baseball administration on the off chance they don’t get drafted. Though they pitched in high school, they now exclusively play shortstop, but at the moment all they’re playing with is paperwork and Excel formatting.

This will be my first IF project. More information, including RO descriptions and Artbreeder portraits, will be coming soon. Any interaction including reblogs, likes, and asks, are greatly appreciated!

#interactive fiction #interact if #interactive novel #choice script #cog #choice script game #interactive games #interactive story #interactive romance #interactive fiction wip #choice of games #choice of games wip

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ohninefive · 9 months

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name: em / 25+

i post: selfie+photo dumps, ootds

my posts: cheeky, but still sfw

— ok to reblog! 💫

tags: #em face, #em text

teaser content below the read more

ask, dms + submissions are always open, just be cool

general need to know in the read more:

i’m not gonna sext you. ngl, i find it extremely embarrassing/cringe for the both of us.

i will not follow you if you: are into dd/lg, post only/a lot of porn, call yourself a dom without knowing ssc or rack, don’t even follow me in the first place 😊✨

i don’t sell/send nudes but cash app me ($ ohninefive) and i’ll send you a gift 💅🏽

no, i don’t have snapchat.

i’m grey-ace meaning i rarely experience sexual attraction to other people so your nudes do nothing for or to me. it’s mostly just annoying if it’s sent without notice.

that said, i have had a lot of weird sexual experiences which you are free to ask abt. i’m very interested in sexual psychology and niche sex subcultures so i’ve tried everything at least once to see if it was something i liked!

i don’t give my exact location out - if you really need to know, i’m from the east coast of the usa.

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lewds menu (only tits/ass)

$5 per photo (lmk your preference)

$20 per vid (ask me what i have available!)

cashapp for usa followers/outside the usa, dm me 🫶🏽

content is faceless

#about me #hey queue!!#em face #em text

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Mayday

Mayday x Reader Oneshot

Angst/Fluff/Comfort

I already put it in the tags, but just in case: SPOILER ALERT FOR TBB SEASON2!!!!

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AC: After a misunderstanding with someone requesting this on anon. I decided to write this one now and don't put it in my to-do list first. As a little "apology" because I was pretty rude. Wish I could tag you, but unfortunately you contacted me on anon. Hope you still get to read this 😊

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Actually, you don't work for the Empire. You are an independent contractor, a small business mainly for cargo and logistics. When an Imperial officer contacts you, you are reluctant to take on the job. However, you don't want to upset the Empire either. None of your handful of workers is eager to deliver the cargo for the Empire, especially not to Barton-4, the ice-cold lump of a planet. So you take over the delivery yourself. Food, gasoline, energy packs for flashlights and a new generator for environmental sensors are to be delivered. Even the approach to the imperial station is complicated and dangerous. Fierce crosswinds push your cargo shuttle from all sides and make it difficult to land the ship safely. But you make it anyway. With a sigh, you see the clone troopers coming across the landing platform, who should be unloading the goods. You put on your thermal jacket, zip it up to the top and pull the hood of the jacket over your head, then you open the ramp and see the soldiers already coming towards you. Their equipment doesn't look exactly winterized, some of the men are provisionally wrapped in cloth and skins in addition to their armor. The sight makes you frown. One of them addresses you. "Of course, the Empire is sending civilian transport out here". You blink, then say dryly, "I guess the Empire knows they don't have pilots good enough to land in these weather conditions." You hear a rough laugh from under the clone's helmet, shortly after the soldier removes his helmet and you see an unfamiliar image. You clearly have a clone soldier in front of you, but one with long hair and a full beard, something you haven't seen before. He holds out his hand to you. "I'm Commander Mayday, this is Hexx and Veetch." You shake his hand, the others too, and introduce yourself. "Hi, nice to meet you guys" Maydays laughs again, and you can see a cheeky glint in his eyes. "We'll probably get to know each other a little better, whether you like it or not, the weather has been closing in, changes like this happen practically every minute around here. You're not going to get the shuttle out of here anytime soon." You look down the ramp, over which an icy wind blows into the interior of the shuttle. Outside everything is white, it is snowing, a blizzard, you can barely see two meters. "Fantastic," you say with a dry smile, and begin to help the men unload.

You have your own little area. But at night, the weather still hasn't cleared, and the cold is even more relentless than during the day. A bit unsure, you make your way out of your little cabin and into the main area, where you find the commander. He is sitting at a heat battery, his helmet lying next to him on a dura steel table. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up. You are still wrapped in your thermal jacket, in this outpost nothing works at all, not even the heating system, which is actually essential for survival. A barely noticeable, gentle smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as your eyes meet. "It's not so easy to fall asleep in this cold, especially when you're not used to it. In fact, it's probably better that way, here in this cold they tend to mistake fatigue for hypothermia. Lost some good men that way". You raise your eyebrows in surprise as well as shock and sit with him, close to the heat battery, across from Mayday. "Wait, that's that serious medical condition in which a person's body temperature falls below the usual level as a result of being in severe cold for a long time? Right?" you ask, frowning. Mayday nods. "Mmm, that's right. The body shuts down, you get very tired, but in reality you die instead of falling asleep." "That's terrible! Why don't you get proper care here? They should have given me more heat batteries and a technician to get your heating system back up to speed. Not even your equipment is intact." Mayday sighs softly and shrugs his broad shoulders, his arms folded in front of his chest, a thick wool blanket draped around his shoulder. "Clone soldiers are expendable, we always have been, but since the Republic was replaced by the Empire, it's worse than ever" Your teeth start to chatter even as you try to suppress it, your whole body keeps shivering as it tries to fight the cold that creeps under your skin despite the thermal jacket. Mayday raises his brows and looks at you. "You're not used to the cold, hmm?" "Not even close," you admit, "I've spent most of my life on Tatooine." Mayday laughed softly, "It's an extreme contrast to Barton-4."

He taps the bench he's sitting on next to him and holds out his blanket invitingly. "If we huddle together, we can keep each other warm. I'm happy to share my blanket with you" For a second you consider if the clone has any ulterior motives, but even if he does, it is so cold you don't care, and he is probably just as cold, probably even too cold for ulterior motives. You walk around the table and sit right next to him, close to the heat battery, and let him put the blanket around your shoulders so that the two of you are finally underneath it. You sit so close to each other that no hand's width fits between you. Your pulse is a little faster and you really feel warmer. However, you are not sure if it is the blanket, the heat battery, or the situation. Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly, and you can feel the bass in his voice as you sit so close to each other. "Yeah, it's getting better" He smirks. "Told you so"

You talk for a while. Mayday tells you about his experiences in the war and how he and his men have fared since he was stationed on Barton-4. You sympathize and feel your anger at the Empire flare anew. At a certain point, you are leaning against him, and he has an arm around you. It happened automatically and yet your heart is beating fast. You talk until the sun comes up. As you both look out the window and see that the weather has cleared up considerably, you feel no real relief. You have enjoyed Mayday's company very much, and the fact that this togetherness must inevitably end pleases neither of you. Mayday takes you out to your shuttle on the landing platform. As you say goodbye, you begin to feel a certain longing, which is reflecting in his eyes. On impulse, you kiss his wind-chilled cheek. He blinks in surprise, but he finally smiles at you. "We probably won't see each other again too soon," he says a bit wistfully, with a sad smile. You smile and say, "Maybe we will." As you take off in your shuttle, he watches you for a long time until the shuttle is completely out of his sight, and finally turns back to the outpost with a sigh.

One week later "Commander! An unannounced shuttle is on approach!" Mayday jumps up, puts on his helmet and asks, "Identification?" "It's the cargo shuttle that was here a few days ago, the civilian freighter". Mayday feels his pulse quicken. "Really?" "Yes, sir." Mayday makes his way out onto the landing platform, alone this time. He doesn't want to greet you in the presence of the others, wants a moment to himself. He's as excited as a young Cadet and doesn't really know how to categorize that feeling. All he knows is that he is looking forward to seeing you again. As the ramp to your shuttle opens, he pulls off his helmet and tucks it under his arm. You smile back at him as you walk down the ramp. "Actually, I can't allow you to land here, not without explicit Imperial permission," he says with a wry smile. "And yet you don't seem to want to chase me away," you return, amused. Mayday admits, "I was looking forward to seeing you again." You smile, feeling your face grow warm despite the cold wind. "I take it the Empire still hasn't provided for you properly?" He shakes his head. "We are expendable, still". You cross your arms in front of your chest and say, "Not for me". Behind you comes an astromech and a cargo droid. "I brought you something" Mayday frowns. "This is not an official delivery by the Empire". You shake your head, confirming his statement. "No, a little something from me and my workers. We chipped in and got you a few things. The cargo droid is to help you with transportation and the astromech is an all-rounder, he can fix your heating system. I also brought half a dozen heat batteries, a few more rations, including caf and tea." Mayday strides up the ramp so that you are finally facing each other halfway up. "Thank you." A simple word, but coupled with the soft expression on his face and the warmth in his voice, this word speaks more than a thousand words. You kiss his cheek again, like last time when you parted. "You deserve it, more than that, actually. But I hope this helps you for a while" Suddenly his hands are on your cheeks and his face comes closer. His lips touch yours. It's not urgent, not challenging, it's tender, slow, and intimate as he kisses you. Your heart almost flips over in your chest. As his lips very slowly, languidly break away from yours, you ask softly, "Would you like me to stay maybe a night or two?" Mayday smiles and replies," Please do."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

#spoiler #tbb spoiler #tbb s2 spoiler #bad batch spoiler #clone #clones #clone x reader #mayday x reader #clone fluff #clone comfort #star wars #bad batch season 2 #clonelove #tbb #imperial clones #mayday #clone commander mayday #fluff #cc mayday

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nuwildcat · 4 months

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10 QL people I want carnally aesthetically

Sooooo as your local ace, I couldn't complete the lovely tag from @sunshinesanctuary with carnally, cause....I don't think that way. BUT with a little chit chat in DMs with @luckydragon10 I was able to cobble together a list of aesthetically pleasing people from Queer Love series.

Cool I'm going to start with the two who lured me into Thai BL cause why not.

**note the following gifs will not be the most flattering, but instead the most hilarious ones I find on tumblr's atrocious gif search.

10. Tan (Max Nattapol) - Manner of Death

What can I say, I like a good cheeky monkey who has no idea what to do with the pretty man that has just kissed him. He has his little shit face on here, and that's about all it takes to lure in my ace heart.

9. Bunn (Tul Pakorn) - Manner of Death

What an orange cat of a man. Like, what were you thinking was going to happen (spoiler he was checking for a gun I think? sus little bean) but that is a horrible way to go about that. Charmed the shit out of me from the get go, he absolutely deserves to be on this list. Also that shirt is doin' werk.

8. Phupha (Earth Pirapat) - A Tale of a Thousand Stars

Right, so, as far as aesthetics go, this man is already pretty, but then they stuck him in a uniform, and I've always been a sucker for a uniform. He gives gremlin vibes this entire show, despite the serious face that is just stuck like that. (I am starting to sense a pattern...).

7. Prapai (Fort Thitipong) - Love in the Air

What does this man do? Seemingly, nothing. He has way too much time on his hands and a clearly overworked secretary, but I will say the lack of brain cells and puppy dog eyes kinda worked for me. (not enough to finish the series, but I was digging him).

6. Jang Jae Young (Park Seo Ham) - Semantic Error

I love how freakishly tall this man is. Once again I have found an absolute terror of a man (this one totally has a golden heart) and latched onto him instantly. The fact that he came with a built in size difference is just the icing on the cake.

5. Choi Yu Na (Song Ji Oh) - Semantic Error

Ummm. Yeah Imma just let that gif speak for itself. Immaculate babe, just keep doing what you're doing.

OKAY from here on it's just KP I don't know what y'all were expecting otherwise.

4. Tay (Us Nititorn) - KinnPorsche the Series

My love affair with Tay is long standing and undying. This is the best I could do to find a silly gif of him. Honestly I think that speaks to why he is so high on the aesthetic list. Poor man lost in a google coin toss to Big 😭

3. Big (Nodt Nutthasid) - KinnPorsche the Series

That right there ladies and gentlemen, is peak bodyguard performance, losing your shit over the new kid. All jokes aside there's something about this man's face that makes me wanna stare at it from like every angle. Give this man another role so I can stare at him more, please.

2. Porsche (Apo Nattawin) - KinnPorsche the Series

Ahhh Apo and his amazing faces. There is a unique ability to demonstrate just how little is going on in a character's head, and Apo has it DOWN. Porsche my darling, aesthetically your a freaking masterpiece, but baby if you think too hard you might hurt yourself. (Yes I am aware the theme is getting worse). THAT BEING SAID. Holy shit when you clean this boy up he is a force to recon with. That green suit??? it haunts me. Aesthetics on point with this brat.

Kinn (Mile Phakphum) - KinnPorsche

Right so this last one was actually hard to pick between Porsche and Kinn, buuuuut if I'm going form a character aesthetic approach I have to give the #1 spot to Kinn. My man slays through the majority of this show with suits on point, and cocky faces galore. I kinda hate him a little bit for how long I had to scroll to find an unflattering gif. EVEN HERE HE LOOKS GOOD he just got his dick sucked too hard in a helicopter to pull off suave. *throws hands up in the air* I just wanna put him in my pocket and take him out and shake him every once and a while.

I am very late to this game but I am going to inflict this on a couple people I think who haven't been tagged and whose answers I would find amusing. @lady-guts @fairhairedkings @medievalraven @stoeptepel @dr-lemurr

Please feel no obligation to participate I just think y'all would have good hot-takes.

#tag game #boys love #girls love #queer love #kinnporsche the series #manner of death #semantic error #love in the air #I don't know what I'm doing here I'm too ace for this

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