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confused-lover · 15 days

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Um hello! I saw your asks were open! If it's not too big of a deal, could I ask for Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first?

A Fight For Love

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy this <3

Ace x reader / Deuce x reader Summary: Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first. Warnings: Yuu!reader, (english is not my first language)

You could hear a commotion from the common room. You aren’t supposed to have anybody over today, your sweet day off from all the bullshit this campus has brought upon you since day 1.

But obviously, the universe had other plans. It’s when you hear a loud meow and a crash that you finally acknowledge what will most likely transform your afternoon into a wild goose chase for a solution to a problem you have nothing to do with.

Sometimes you wonder how the world was able to go on without anybody's extinction before you came along.

It’s with a sigh that you get up from your newly bought bed (Epel somehow, someway, destroyed the previous one) and walk from your bedroom to the corridor, to the stairs, and finally to the common room, where you find before you what could only be considered a scene from a shitty comedy show from the early 2000s.

Ace with a chair in his raised hands, ready to throw it at his opponent. What shocks you from that vision is the fact that the chair in his hands is from his own dorm, which means he has to have brought it with him himself, for some reason.

Deuce has Grim in his right hand and a pillow in the other and you can see the cat trying to scratch his attacker for freedom.

Poor Jack in the middle with both his hands put in a position to stop the idiot duo and his body angled to shield Epel who until that point looked unbothered from all the chaos.

Thankfully the moment you enter the room everybody has the dignity to either look shocked and apologetic or downright embarrassed. Grim takes his chance to jump away from Deuce’s hands and runs to you.

“What the hell is everybody doing and why are you doing it in my dorm? Of all the places in the world!” Now that’s when they all look down, trying to make themselves look pathetic in your eyes to hopefully not get an earful from you.

“He started it!”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to stop them!”

“Myaah!”

They all scream in unison making your head spin and they continue to do so, screaming at each other who did what to whom for that reason and the other. ‘It was my idea first!’ ‘I thought about it before you!’ ‘I care about it more!’ ‘I’m older’! Blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses, excuses. Couldn’t they be more cliche?

“STOP! Everybody out! I don’t know what’s going on and I honestly don’t care. It’s my day off so whatever problem you’ve brought upon yourselves, deal with it. On your own.”

Miraculously they all leave without saying a single word. In your heart, you know that this is something that you’ll have to help solve one way or the other. Since the day you came to this freakish land is like you’ve become the go-to problem solver and everybody else has lost the ability to be independent. But one thing at a time, now the most important thing to do is go upstairs, get under those warm fluffy blankets, and take a fat nap.

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“Oh Great Seven, now she’s angry with us. Again!”

“Ace, stop whining as if it’s not your doing as well.”

The duo continues to bicker back and forth until they reach their dorm room. Jack and Epel left them the moment they saw a chance to escape their idiocy, so it’s only the two of them. The two of them who are immediately confronted by their oh-so-lovely, red-faced, angry housewarden.

Once Ace is able to tuck himself to bed without breaking his neck due to the collar now attached to it, he thinks that maybe stealing a chair wasn’t one of his brightest ideas…

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Monday, dreadful dreadful Monday.

Like every day the two idiots are waiting for you outside of your dorm so that you can walk together to your respective classes, but before you can even reach them you can already hear them bickering and arguing over Seven knows what.

“Ok, this is getting tiring. What are you two babbling about that is getting you so worked up?”

“I need to tell you something!”

Again with the screaming over each other. “Well unfortunately I can’t hear both of you at the same time so you’ll have to decide who goes first. So?” That’s when they choose to remain silent and not say a word. You honestly have no idea how you’ve been able to hang out with these two without going mad. “Whatever, if you don’t want to talk then so be it, just deal with this thing on your own and make peace, we don’t want to get in trouble again, do we?”

They both nod their head in agreement and start walking to the school with you.

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They find themselves in their dorm room at the end of the day, trying to come to a decision without it becoming a brawl. Riddle is already weary of them after yesterday's shenanigans.

“I really want to go first! If you say it before me I won’t have the courage to say it ever again! You wouldn’t have these reservations and you know it!” Deuce whines.

“Ok, but what if the prefect hears you first and immediately agrees to go out? Then I won’t be able to get a date! I want to go first!”

“Fine! I don’t want you to say it first and you don’t want me to say it first. I get it. Then let’s come to an agreement, who can get the prefect alone first gets to ask first, that way it’s fate that gets to decide. Do you accept?” Ace at that grumbles a bit but ultimately shakes Deuce's hand and seals the deal. Tomorrow the game begins

You wake up, dress up, and meet the guys outside. The routine goes on without a hitch, whatever they did to deal with their problem worked because you don’t hear them argue all day. Granted it seems like they don’t want to leave your side either, nearly asking if they can come to the bathroom with you, but a win is a win and you learned to take what you can get. The only moment of reprise you get for the day is when the duo as to leave in the afternoon to go to their respective clubs, well not exactly, they did ask you if you would come with them to hang out a bit more but with how tiring the day has been you decline and tell them that you were going to relax a bit around the campus and to text you once they’re done if they still want to spend time with you.

You were in the library trying to learn about fae history when you hear hurried footsteps coming towards you. Most likely Ace since he told you that he got out of basketball practice early and asked if he could talk to you.

When you finally see him he’s sweating profusely and has a stink clinging to him.

“Did you seriously come here directly without at least taking a shower? You smell so bad, dude!”

He doesn’t seem to care about your statement and simply straightens up and looks at you with a solemn expression.

“Dear prefect, there is a very important thing that I must make you aware of!”

“Dude calm down, you’re being really weird right now.” While you study him, trying to ascertain his well-being, all he does is blush.

“IhaveacrushonyouandIwouldliketogooutwithyou!”

“...what?” And now he looks even more embarrassed, the poor guy can’t catch a break. He speaks clearly and slowly now, trying to make sure to use the right words.

“I’ve liked you for a while now. You’re funny, strong, and proud. You’re a great person and an even better friend and I would be honored if you’d agree to go out on a date with me.”

He is looking right into your eyes, hoping to be able to discern your feelings after his confession.

“Oh, sure. That’d be nice”

“What? That’s it? It’s that easy?”

“I mean, why shouldn’t it be? You like me, I like you, let’s go out. Simple really.”

“Sweet!” He smiles to himself and walks away, not saying another word. It’s only when he’s halfway to his room that what you just said sinks in.

“WAIT! THEY LIKE ME?!”

The botanical gardens have a charm to them, they are always a little warmer than the outside world, a little humid, and full of plants with colorful flowers and fun-shaped leaves. It’s a relaxing place to be in, no wonder Leona has a habit of sleeping here so often.

You were enjoying the beauty of a flower, one that resembles a chrysanthemum, tho not exactly.

Somebody clears their throat behind you and when you turn around you see Deuce standing a few feet away from you. He gives you a small smile and gestures for you to sit down on one of the benches with him. He takes your hands in his and looks briefly into your eyes just to then look back down at your intertwined hands.

“Listen, I have to tell you something and it’s very important”

“What did you do this time? I promise I won’t be mad,” He raises his head so fast with a panicked face.

“NO! You got it all wrong! I’m not in trouble! I’m in love with you! … I wasn’t supposed to say it like that…”

“Oh, well how were you supposed to say it then?” You tilt your head lightly trying to not make him more sad than he already is.

“I had this whole speech prepared. I wanted to say all these nice things…” And how can you not feel something pull at your heartstrings just by looking into those puppy dog eyes?

“Well, how about you tell me all about how much of an amazing person I am on our date? Saturday for lunch? At Mostro Lounge? Azul owes me a favor still so we might even be able to eat for free,” The look of pure unadulterated wonder in his eyes is enough to make you smile. Tho the scream he lets out does make you wince in pain a bit. Your ears are gonna need to be checked out.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader

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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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Sweet Revenge in the Garage

pairing: Amber Freeman x fem!reader

request: Amber and reader recreate the infamous Tatum garage scene

words: 1.619k

warnings: mentions of murders, swearing, my writing

authors note: rip Tatum, you would've loved tiktok

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered into Liv’s ear as you stood up from the couch, Liv nodded her head wordlessly as her eyes stayed fixated on the horror movie playing on the Tv. Everybody’s eyes didn’t even glance towards you leaving the living room as they all stayed focused on the original Halloween playing.

You sighed as you walked through Amber’s crowded house heading towards the garage where Amber kept her good beer. Reaching the door to enter the garage you glanced down the hallway to see there weren't many people there except a few horny teens making out.

Opening the door you took a step inside as you blindly rubbed your hand against the wall until you felt the switch for the garage, you flicked it on which granted you light and a low buzzing noise coming from the bulb.

You took a few steps forward before glancing back at the door which was still wide open, you sighed as you strolled over to the fridge. Lowering yourself you opened the door and grabbed two beers, one in each hand.

Without any warning you heard a loud crash from behind you, you jumped at the sudden loud noise as you turned around. You saw a pile of random gardening tools had been knocked onto the floor.

You froze as you stared at the mess. Just then you heard a loud meow and a ginger cat rush past you, heading towards the kitty door in the garage door. You rolled your eyes as you kicked the fridge door shut.

“Fucking Stu.” You grumbled under your breath as you headed back towards the door. Skillfully you shuffled the beer from your right hand into your left one as you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, you tried to unlock it but to no avail.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to open the door with more force this time. As you twisted the knob the light suddenly switched off. In record time you turned around to see if there was anyone behind you.

Nobody was there.

Fed up with whoever was clearly trying to play a prank on you, you pounded on the door twice. “Hey shitheads!” You yelled, leaning your weight against the door as you tried to listen in for any laughter behind it. It was silent.

“Hello?” You tried again but nobody said anything.

You clenched your jaw as you flicked the switch for the light and the one for the garage door below it. The sound of the old garage door rumbled through the dimly lit garage as it slowly opened.

Walking towards it, it had managed to reach halfway opened before it suddenly stopped. You stopped for a second before you shook your head, bending down to leave through it. As your back connected with the end of the garage door you felt it move back down, your eyes widened as you stepped hastily from under the door to escape from being crushed.

You turned around as your eyes naturally flickered back over to the door, but this time it was different. You cocked your head to the side as you saw someone in a Ghostface costume blocking the door, their hand outstretched for the garage door switch.

They slowly lowered their hand as you squinted your eyes confused. “Mindy? Is that you?” They shook their head slowly.

You scoffed as you walked over to the person in the costume, an amused look on your face. “What movie is this scene from then? ‘Sweet Revenge in the Garage’?” You said mockingly as you walked up closer to the person until you were only centimetres away.

Since the person was standing on the second step they had a height advantage over you. Looking up at the person you scoffed as you tried to push past them. “Lose the outfit. If Chad would see it, he’d flip.”

The person behind the Ghostface mask leaned over to where you were trying to move through, once again shaking their head slowly. As your annoyance reached its peak you looked at the person.

“Oh, want to play psycho killer?” You teased as the person nodded their head much more eagerly than their previous shakes. “Can I be the helpless victim?” You asked as you smiled sweetly up at them. They nodded their head as they glowered down at you.

You fought a laugh as you gave the most pleading look on your face, it breaking as you spoke as you tried to refrain yourself from laughing. “Okay, let's see.” Biting at your bottom lip momentarily you relaxed your features as you faked a look of pure terror on your face.

“No! Please don’t kill me, mister Ghostface, I want to be in the sequel.” You pleaded with fake innocence as you gazed up at the Ghostface mask.

The longer you stared up at the mask the harder it was for you not to crack a smile. Ghostfaice raised their gloved hand to their mask and placed a finger under the mask's chin to feign that he was thinking. At that you let out a chuckle as you took a step back, smiling up at Ghostface who’d dropped their hand as they stared at you in shock .

“Did that get your dick wet, Amber?” You teased playfully as you leaned to the side to put down the two beer bottles on the counter. The person in the costume, who was obviously Amber, froze as they stared at you. You cocked your head to the side as you smirked.

A gravelly sounding laugh came from behind the mask as they took two steps down until they stood directly in front of you. “If I had a dick then it definitely would’ve.” Amber remarked as she raised her gloved hand behind her mask, switching the voice changer off.

“What do you think of the costume? This is the first time you’re seeing me wear it, isn’t it?” You nodded your head as you placed a hand on Amber’s chest, looking up at her still hiding behind the Ghostface mask. “I’d say you look weirdly hot.” You whispered playfully to which Amber let out a dry laugh. She leaned down as she rubbed the mask against your face, you giggled at the cold texture on your skin. “Is that your way of wanting a kiss you asked?” You asked which Amber nodded her head at.

You smirked as you leaned closer to Amber and pressed your lips near the top of the black mouth where it was completely smooth and white, you stayed like that for a few seconds before you pulled away. Your red lipstick had left a stain on the white mask that made you beam with smugness.

“Okay, seriously now, did I scare you?” Amber asked hopefully, her voice becoming a bit more high pitched from joy. You couldn’t help but smile softly at your girlfriend's excitement. You debated whether you should lie or not since technically it was Stu - Amber’s cat- that scared you, not Amber.

You sighed as you nodded your head. “Yeah you did scare me.” Amber squealed as she gave a small jump, she clapped her hands together with excitement looking like an overjoyed seal clapping.

You laughed as you placed your hands on Amber’s shoulder to calm her down, smiling up at her. “As much as I love how excited you are, remember to stay focused.” She nodded her head vigorously, you gave a slow appreciative nod back. “Good. Now who do you want me to get here? Chad, Mindy or Liv?”

“Liv. Mindy won’t come to the garage but Liv will without hesitation.” She replied to your question with ease, her tone still excited. “I really hope I can kill her with the garage door just like they did in the original.”

You chuckled as you went to grab the two beer bottles from the counter. “Me too, that would be pretty fucking cool.”

“I know right! I’d be just like Billy when he killed Tatum in this very garage.” Amber beamed as her gloved hand went back behind to fiddle behind her mask, most probably putting the voice changer back on.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you grabbed the now slightly warm beer bottles. “I thought it was Stu?” Amber shrugged her shoulders as she leaned against the wall, taking out the Buck 120 Hunting Knife from her boot, playing with the blade.

“There’s a lot of theories on who it was but from what I’ve seen on reddit most think it’s Billy since when he appears at Stu’s house he gives him a nod and it’s right after Tatum’s death, probably signalling to him that the job is done.”

“You’re such a Stab nerd.” You teased as you walked up the two steps to open the garage door, the loud garage door slowly started to lift itself up. “I’m not a Stab nerd.” Amber defended in the Ghostface voice.

You gave her a ‘are you being serious’ look as you walked towards the now fully lifted garage door. “You literally use reddit to talk about theories and who’s the best Ghostface.” Amber rolled her eyes under the mask as she stayed silent, she couldn’t argue with that.

You let out a weak laugh as you walked out of the garage and into the open, turning back to look at Amber who was walking over to the dark corner of the garage. “Have fun.” You said as you gave her a little wave.

You watched as Ghostface raised their hand holding the knife as she shook it side to side mimicking a wave, a lipstick kiss mark still on the mask.

#amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman #amber freeman x you #amber freeman scream #scream 5 #fic request #my fanfic #fanfic

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milfgyuu · 1 year

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At Your Service [M] Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader Tags: 1.9k, Humor, Smut 18+ Prompt: “I don’t know why I agreed to this” @beaniegyu Summary: mingyu in a maid costume - yes this is extremely self indulgent and has been rotting my brain for longer than i would like to admit. enjoy. xx

Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content 18+, unprotected sex (mxf), oral (m), boys in skirts (meow), some dirty talk, double creampie (oops), some rough handling and dominant behavior, mention of cum play/eating, mentions of thigh riding, language, um they are just?so?horny, same, anyways MINORS DNI.

When you told Mingyu you wanted to do couples costumes for this year’s Halloween party he hadn’t asked any questions. Of course he wanted to do couples costumes.

What’s better than couples Halloween costumes?

Now, he’s standing in the middle of Jihoon’s kitchen in dressed in a skimpy french maid outfit seriously questioning why he trusts you so blindly to begin with. He keeps his hands behind him, guarding the back of his short skirt, which his friends keep messing with every chance they get.

He grumbles at you in your feather covered mini dress. “I don’t know why I agreed to this,” he sighs, scooting out of reach when Jeonghan slips behind him with a positively devious smirk. “I don’t get why I couldn’t be the feather duster.”

“Babe,” you tease, fingers dancing over the lacy frills struggling to cover his taut chest, “You look so pretty and everybody loves our costumes. Come on, big boy,” you kiss the underside of his jaw and feel it clench before you’re pulling back with a smug little smirk. “Stop pouting and I’ll make it up to you.”

He thinks about it for a minute and then puckers his lips which in Mingyu’s language essentially means you win. You kiss him twice, lingering the second time and he gives you a little smile, narrowing his eyes playfully. “You’re so into this…aren’t you?”

“Would it be so bad if I was?”

He raises his brows, relaxing into a more confident stance. Ego successfully stroked.

“I’m intrigued,” he admits, smacking Seokmin’s hand away from his ass, “Fine. I’ll stop complaining but we’re leaving early. Deal?”

No arguments here. “Deal.”

The car ride home is near torture for poor Mingyu as you spend the majority of the time tracing your finger over his thigh. The black stockings are so soft and thin that he can feel your nails ghosting over his skin and he fights the urge to pull off on the side of the road to have you right then and there. You’re a horrible tease and he plans to rectify that the second you make it through the door.

Feathers fall to the floor as he tears down your dress right in the entry way, not bothering to do much more than lock the door let alone properly turn on the lights. He only gets it down to your hips but it’s enough to expose your breasts and give him the freedom to bury his face in your chest - biting and licking and sucking as you knot your fingers into his long hair - knocking the little decorative headband from the crown of his locks.

He groans in frustration with the way the top of his costume constricts his movements and though you had already cut a few seams for it to fit him - he splits it accidentally when he tries to tug it overhead. It falls in shreds to the floor but neither of you are upset about it with his upper half freed and he grabs you, wrapping your torso in his big arms as he drags you over to the couch, kissing you in such a dizzying display of lust it empties your mind of everything but him.

Standing in front of the couch, you plant your hands on his chest and push him backwards. He falls easily, looking up at you with heavy lids and pointed canines glinting in the dim light of your living room. You push at your dress, dragging it and your underwear down until they hit the floor and you’re quick to step out of them and kick them away so you can get down on your knees between his legs.

A strangled moan leaves his pretty lips when you slide your hands up his thighs, beneath the skirt, and he lifts his hips for you to drag the stockings and his tight briefs down his legs.

“You’re not taking the skirt off?” he tilts his head in question and you only shake your head in response, not bothering to look at him.

You’re not ready to let go of this image anytime soon.

He slides further down the cushion, legs spread wide and you push the skirt up against his stomach, exposing his hard, heavy length. Gripping the base of him, his head falls back, chest heaving with every slow teasing stroke you give him. The tip of his cock is so soft and warm when you close your lips around him, your tongue circling and dipping into his slit.

His hips come up off the couch and he curses, hands flexing and closing into tight fists when you take more of him into your hot mouth, stroking the length you can’t accommodate comfortably. The goal though isn’t necessary to get him off like this. No. You tease him, giving him just enough but not what he needs to send him over the edge. You give him enough to make him lose his patience and take what he wants instead.

The skirt thing is entirely forgotten in his mind when he finally stops you, grabbing your face in his big hands to tell you as much before ordering you into his lap. You envelop him easily - wet beyond belief from looking at him all night. Thick arms on display and strong thighs that left you imagining a scene where you’re both sneaking off to an empty room to ride them until you scream.

He’s too eager to suggest that now though as he grips your hips, holding you down and grinding your cunt over him as he thrusts up into you.

Mingyu switches his hold, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close and still as he loses himself in your heat, crashing his lips to yours until you’re moaning and crying into his mouth. He swallows the sound and the taste of your tears that roll over your cheeks, puddling at the corners of your kiss. His pretty, perfect angel bouncing and babbling incoherently on his cock all because you got worked up seeing him in a silly costume. He’s in love.

Your body shakes violently, vision whitening, and you almost sob with the relief you feel when the orgasm that's been looming overhead finally crests and breaks over you. You bite your lip hard enough to hurt but it stifles the sounds pouring from your chest and bury your face in his throat as the overstimulation begins to swell. Your fingers and toes tingle and curl, your teeth bared against the onslaught of sensation.

He’s so close though.

The volume of his groaning increases and his grip is like iron, biting into your skin but when you snake your tongue out to lick along his collarbone where he’s so sensitive…he bursts, cursing and cumming, filling you so completely you feel him inside so warm and wet, throbbing with effort and it makes your body tingle in anticipation of more.

You need so much more of him.

“Again?” he huffs out a laugh, still breathless from the exertion.

As if it’s answer enough, you lift your hips and slowly start riding him again.

He hitches a brow at you. “Explain the appeal first. I’ve gotta know.”

Fine. Whatever. As long as you can keep rocking against him so he’s ready to go again when you’re done speaking. It seems like it’s possible, if the way his blunt nails scrape across your lower back is any indication that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

Exploiting his weakness, you pick your head up and look him in the eyes as you ride him - grinning at the way his eyes fall momentarily to your lips when your breath hitches.

“You looked so good in it,” you emphasis your words with your body and he groans. “Tight across your chest…arms so big and strong…and your thighs…fuck…your thighs look so good I wanted to ride them in the middle of the party. You looked so fucking hot it's insane.”

“Shit,” his brows furrow, that delirious tone in your voice like a drug. “Is that it?”

You shake your head, hands braced on his shoulders now that you feel him - thicker, longer, harder inside you. “Doing something like that for me, even if you whined about it for a bit…it was so sexy. I don’t care if it sounds selfish but knowing you wore it just for me drives me crazy.”

He pushes up into now, matching your pace. “Because you’re a spoiled brat?”

You nod, head rolling back against your shoulders. “I love when you give me what I want.”

His lips and tongue go to work on the column of your throat and you moan aloud when he uses his strength to pull you down harder, spearing you on his cock so deeply tears form along your lash line again. “Tell me what you want then.”

“Fuck,” you groan as he does it again, “Want you to fuck me from behind,” he bites down on your shoulder at the thought. “Fuck me over the arm of the couch so I can feel how deep you are.”

If he was anymore punch-drunk on your pussy right now he’d blackout at the wanton confidence in your tone. His body shivers while yours nearly convulses at the rapid loss of connection but now standing he grabs the back of your neck again in a show of dominance that makes you stumble a step and then he’s pushing your hips into the arm of the couch and bending you over until your ass is on full display.

You complain when you feel the silk of his skirt brush the back of your calves, indicating he’s taken it off, but one rough smack stops any words from coming out. He likes to watch, so you can’t fault him. Not when he audibly groans with you as he pushes the head of his cock into your swollen cunt, dripping with arousal and his earlier release. He loves watching himself disappear inside you almost as much as he loves the feeling of it.

Too worked up, neither of you wish to drag things out - bodies too taut and already screaming for the kind of release that makes your blood sing and liquefies your bones. He uses one large hand to press down on your lower back, applying pressure so his cock is that much more pronounced to the point that he’s already falling out of rhythm, begging his body to keep going until it’s shaking with determination.

You come first, which always seems to happen, especially in this position, but he’s not far behind. You’re not even half way into the comedown when he empties himself again, seemingly too much considering he’s already come once but like a fucking stallion he’s always filling you to the absolute brim, even going so far as to shove any left over mess back inside you with his thick, wet fingers.

And whatever doesn’t fit, he laps up with that broad wicked tongue of his.

It’s hours later when you finally settle down long enough for Mingyu to get you cleaned up and into bed. You’re all but dead to the world which is obvious when he kisses you goodnight and you don’t react in the slightest. He chuckles, eyeing the maid skirt he’s tossed on top of the dresser.

He’s not sure what you have planned for next Halloween but whatever it is - he’s down.

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autisticbokutoenthusiast · 29 days

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pit babe ep 7 stray thoughts

- way made him feel undeserving of love….

- so jeff is like that cause he’s plagued by visions..

- ok now i get the peteway posts. oh ways pathetic nature and whiny bitch demeanor have captivated pete body and soul

- oh way might be my little meow meow of the show

- oh god oh fuck i might be a peteway boy

- kim needs to kiss winner to shut him up

- omg person who hurt protagonist was antagonist pikachu surprise face

- scream this is so dramatic. the scheming it’s all coming together (also peep kentakim this is for you le trash prince)

- ok so this is where we find out tony wants to sell babe for bitching

- AH CHARLIES THERE THE DRAMA

- do they know charlie’s powers also who WAIT IS THIS A NUTHPHOP BALLADnvm just sounded like ambivalent thoughts

- way seems happy i don’t trust this. is he about to break

- oh he is oh no it’s babe. oh i think someone’s gonna ugly cry it can go either way at this point. babe sweeeeep

- oh… maybe i don’t want this babe babe nooooooo nooooooo. oh he’s gonna close his heart off to other people now isn’t he oh fuck noooooooo SOMEONE STOP HIS THOUGHT LROCESS PPLEASE

- i don’t understand ways face here i need subtitles but for facial expressions

- oh poor puppy

- does anyone know if they make the music in house

- this ep might be my fav so far….

- is way an omega y’all

- there’s been a shift in babe…. i can’t explain it but something changed in the last 20 min

- babe being an easy cryer is so important to me actually

- ooo surveillance being a theme again lets goooo

- SCREAM CHARLIE BACKSTORY AND MOTIVSTION OH GOD ITS HAPOENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM STAY FUCKING CALM

- charlie trauma enthusiasts let’s gooooo

- tony is so fucking evil i hope charlie rips his face off

- how wild would it be if winner was an enigma. like he’s not but could you imagine

- actually i need kenta to rip tony’s face off

- does charlie know about his power. does anyone

- babe looking like a wet feral cat i need to lie down

- SCREAM HE JUST FLAT OUT TELLS BABE LIKE THAY?!,!?!?! like i’d be scared to get punched like ???? it’s wild he just flat out says i took your power like wow i thought he’d lie at least a little

- these flashbacks can never be happy can they… always gotta leave you horny and destroyed

- charlie being like “don’t worry i can fix this. if you want i can just kill myself” like broooooo

- scream do you think charlie woke up one day like “damn he smells fine today” skejdjfjejrjr

- “can mama not break up with papa 🥺” “ 😒😑😩 fine”

- honestly i get babe if someone took away my sensory issues id still fuck them. much more enthusiastically then before probably. i get him now liking kissing too like this makes perfect sense to me

- oh way….. oh god this pathetic man nothing can go right for him ever ima creaming

- i also get babe because charlie is so cute id fold immediately like so what you stole my super powers look at your cutie patootie self how could i stay mad

- oh here we go car sex scene- are they talking about booty holes rn is this happening on my screen… good for them

- oh way… i’m so sorry my baby boy im so sorry… honestly he’s stronger than me i would’ve been throwing shit THE BOUQUET

- ok so are the only ones with special powers jeff babe and charlie (and way ??)

- NORTHSONIC these absolute clowns. does he not understand adoption i love him. nosrthdaonic aenwwvehtjrngn l. what are these two talking about. way omega confirmation ????

- sonic get your boy on a leash his poor impulse control and lack of common sense is staggering

- kim kinda right like let him cook oh ew fuck tony for that too

well what an ep

#abe watches #pit babe the series

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glowyjellyfish · 1 month

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I’m slowly inching my way forward in Rebirth, and I have to say I am actually really delighted with Cait Sith so far. It’s not like I know yet how he works in this canon, but still… lol I see you Reeve. “It feels good to do good”? Hanging his head in shame at the sight of the Avalanche wanted poster? Giving an impromptu lecture on the history of Corel Prison and lamenting that it’s not living up to its potential? I see you Reeve.

Also, Cait Sith is friggin adorable, singing a meow song to guests with his little Scottish voice and having to jump to reach elevator buttons.

Progressed a little further and OMG they showed us Reeve doing his thing. He appears to indeed be doing both genuinely joining Avalanche and spying for Shinra at the same time, if enjoying himself too much and showing too much of himself is anything to go by. Plus, Tseng is clearly aware of what he’s doing and went from him to Rufus to report on Aerith’s position… although it’s not clear yet whether anybody but Tseng knows this, and we DO know the Turks have some mixed feelings about lots of things, so it’ll be interesting to see where this goes. I’m pleased they managed to keep “Cait Sith invites himself to join the party” while also making it more plausible, ie he joined up by being aggressively helpful.

Also, everybody knows that Cait Sith is being controlled by somebody and is something resembling a robot, like without even questioning it. L O L. Of course, they lightly questioned him and he immediately jumped to I AM NOBODY IMPORTANT JUST A LOW LEVEL SHINRA EMPLOYEE WORKING A JOB DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, so maybe they assumed he was an autonomous robot not unlike Chadley until that moment, who knows. The excess of magic and whimsy in Rebirth has made me realize that these people do indeed live in a world of magic that is sometimes very silly, they’re not gonna question the existence of a sentient magic cat robot person, it’ll only be a shock when they realize one of the Shinra directors was expressing himself by helping them and singing a silly meow song. And also reporting on their movement to Tseng, because if he doesn’t prove his loyalty to Rufus his job could be in danger. So what if he helps them a little too enthusiastically and has an absolute blast doing it?

(Hahahaaaaa my fanfic Reeve is much better at and more concerned with hiding this than canon Reeve, I can’t even tell if he’s actually hiding it from people who aren’t Tseng or not. He’s at least hiding it from his assistant, probably. Oh dear I knew I should have finished my fanfics before Rebirth, even though they aren’t supposed to be fully based on the remake trilogy I am definitely gonna feel obliged to do some rewrites.)

(It does please me to note that there is so far zero reason to see Cait Sith as a separate person from Reeve, very clearly he just basically is Reeve, and we were also shown that he was using his computer to photoshop the wanted posters at a time he also should be actively controlling Cait Sith. Yayyyyy headcanon accurate so far!)

It really does delight me that Reeve is having way too much fun doing this. Of course he is, the man’s horribly repressed.

And Cait Sith is indeed fun to play!

Look, there has been so much else incredibly good and fun and interesting about Rebirth, but Reeve is, still, my favorite, and he’s undoubtedly not as common to talk about as, say, Zack, so I am just gonna commit to being a person who just rambles about Reeve on tumblr periodically because I love him.

I’m just at the desert sidequests section after completing all the Good Saucer/Corel Prison plot—fantastic job with Barret’s character development, by the way—and I am so psyched for the 1000% more Reeve content this game is bestowing upon me. I’m just gonna state for the record real quick that as of right now, I think:

-he controls Cait Sith with his mind, with a magic ability, and Cait Sith is also largely a robot

-he is playing both sides, attempting to mitigate his guilt and the evil things Shinra does by helping Avalanche, while also passing information on them to Tseng (who passes it on to Rufus) probably to prove his loyalty and keep his position

-I haven’t totally decided whether this was all his own idea or if somebody told him to go spy on them, but he is clearly way too into the Join Avalanche part of the plan and is going above and beyond on his own initiative

-because we were directly shown Tseng’s involvement, if the Marlene kidnapping happens, I think it will 100% be something Tseng sets up as insurance. It wouldn’t be Reeve’s idea, not with how sympathetic he is towards Avalanche, and Tseng has some history there and knows where Marlene is and how much she means to them.

Okay, I suspect I started repeating myself at a few points in there so I’m gonna stop. Prepare yourselves for me to just lose my mind and ramble every time Cait Sith and/or Reeve do anything remotely important.

#ff7 rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #ff7 rebirth spoilers #ff7 spoilers #I could put a read more tag on it but really #rebirth isn’t even trying to hide cait Sith’s identity #Cait Sith #reeve tuesti

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cherrythepuppet · 8 months

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the puppets before Christmas [Part 2]

instead dof zero I used my cat that had recently passed away I hope that's alright with the creator @cloudy-dreams [I'm probably going to appear a lot!]

Wally walked into the tower and put the herbs in a cabinet as Poppy came down with a lantern "Wally, you've come back" She said"I had to..." Wallt mumbled "For this?" Poppy asked as She showed Wally his arm "Yes" Wally muttered "Shall we then?" Poppy asked as She walked back up the stiars with Wally following BehindWally sat on a chair as Poppy began sewing his arm back on

"That's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off-" Poppy was cut off "Three times!" Wally exclaimed "You're mine you know! I made you with my own hands!" Poppy yelled at her "You can make other creations! I'm restless, I can't help it!" Wally groaned

"It's a phase my dear, it'll pass. We need to be patient that's all" poppy said "But, I don't want to be patient" wally mumbled...

Otto made a meow as he floated nearby "No Otto, not now...I'm not in the mood..." (Y/n) mumbled but Otto did another Meow"All right" (Y/n) chuckled with a sigh "Here ya go boy" They said as They threw a small bell for Otto to play with...

"Morning gents" Howdy said to the band while humming This Is Halloween, walks up to (Y/n)'s front door and rings bell but no answer

"(Y/n), you home?" Howdy called out as He began getting worried, He switches face and knocks with desperation then switch back to happy face"(Y/n)? I've got the plans for next Halloween. I need to go over them with you so we can get started!" Howdy exclaimed Howdy's face switched to a worried one

"(Y/n), please, I'm only an elected an official here, I can't make decisions by myself!" He yelled as He pulled a megaphone outta thin air"(Y/n)! answer me!!" He yelled before he leaned back and fell down the stairs "They're not home" One of the band members said

"Where are They?" Howdy asked "They hasn't been home all night" another band member told him making Howdy groan as he laid face first on the ground

(Y/n) yawned as They looked around They're surroundings "Where are we?...it's someplace new" They mumbled as Otto tilted his head and made a meow"What is this?" (Y/n) asked when they noticed Valentine's tree, shamrock tree, Easter egg tree, turkey tree then they saw the Christmas tree

(Y/n) stared at the Christmas tree door and then hesitantly Turned the knob and as a gust a wind came and blew them in Otto Made a meow of panic as He scratched the tree

"Whoa!!!!"......(Y/n) looked around the Snowy place filled with brights houses and bright lights and loud music"What's this? What's this?" "There's color everywhere What's this?" "There's white things in the air What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up, Wally, this isn't fair!"

"What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this?" "There's people singing songs What's this? The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this?!"

"What's this? There's children throwing snowballs instead of throwing heads They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead There's frost on every window Oh, I can't believe my eyes!" "And in my bones I feel the warmth That's coming from inside..."

"Oh, look What's this? They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss Why that looks so unique, inspired! They're gathering around to hear a story Roasting chestnuts on a fire!"

"What's this? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric lights on strings And there's a smile on everyone So, now, correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun!"

"This looks like fun Oh, could it be I got my wish? What's this?" "Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them Or ensnare them"

"only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this?" "The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around Instead of screams"

"I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Are absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before This empty place inside of me is filling up!"

"I simply cannot get enough I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? What is this? Christmas Town, hmm..."(Y/n) walked into a candy cane pole that held up a large said that said "Christmas Town!" As a loud Comanding voice exclaimed "Ho Ho Ho Ho ho ho ho ho!"

"hmm..." (Y/n) mumbled

#welcome home au #welcome home #wally darling x reader #nightmare before christmas

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17boyzz · 2 years

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only you - xu minghao

seventeen as romantic tropes - minghao as cold to everybody but you

non idol au, college au, minghao x gn!reader

•

nobody really approached minghao. every time someone came near him, it would only be to talk to the two social butterflies he has as best friends, seokmin and mingyu. the people who pass by wonder how the two managed to adopt minghao into their trio, and when asked, they also have no idea.

when it was just the three of them, minghao let himself go a little bit, enjoying the company of seokmin and mingyu. but every time they attempted to introduce minghao to another person, he goes cold and ignores the other, as if they had an illness he wouldn’t want to catch. well, until you came along.

you were an old friend of mingyu’s, having met during a sporting event in 7th grade. despite going to different schools, you befriended each other and hung out often, sometimes meeting seokmin. you were curious about minghao, asking why you weren’t able to meet the other member of their trio. all they ever said was later, and how now isn’t the right time. but, you finally convinced mingyu to let you meet this mysterious minghao, making you a little nervous.

•

mingyu sent the address of the cafe 20 minutes ago and you still haven’t left yet, your cat deciding to be high maintenance.

“ginger, i’ll be gone for like, 2 hours, you will survive. i promise” you spoke as she let out a protesting meow.

“oh hush. i’ll be back” you scratched her head once more before leaving your dorm to your car, finally texting mingyu that you’re on your way.

•

“when are they going to be here?” seokmin complained, becoming a little bored since everybody was saving conversation for when you arrived.

“they just left, ginger was causing problems again” mingyu chuckled a little at the messages of frustration you sent towards his way. minghao kept quiet, sipping his iced latte and staring out the window.

“who’s ginger? are they dating someone? is that their roommate?” seokmin asked, eyes widening in fear he had missed something.

“ginger is their cat…”

“oh. so i mean i was sorta right. cat, roommate, same thing!” he leaned back, acting cool while the corner of minghao’s lips upturned a little at his friend’s antics.

a couple more minutes passed before mingyu spotted you walking through the door, calling your name and waving you down. just as minghao was taking a sip of his drink, he looked up at you, then choked. seokmin, who was the one sitting next to him, immediately sat up into panic mode and started patting minghao’s back, asking if he was okay.

“mmm, mhm, yeah, i’m fine.”

that was so embarrassing.

“here, y/n. we saved you a seat!” mingyu dragged you over to sit you across from minghao.

“oh wow, i was so worried you guys were going to make me sit at the other side of the cafe!” you joked, to which mingyu told you not to test him.

“anyways y/n, you already know seokmin, but this is minghao! he’s the same age as us and is majoring in fine arts!” mingyu introduced you, and minghao nodded a little, as to acknowledge your presence. you waved back, a little nervous that he already might not like you.

“he’s really shy and quiet and might take awhile to warm up to you, he might not at all and if he doesn’t, don’t take it personally. this is the closest another person besides me and seok and gotten to him” mingyu whispered to you, you nodded along to his words.

“okay, i’m going to go order myself an iced latte, so-“

“i can go for you” everybody looked towards minghao, his first time speaking since you’ve arrived.

“oh, you don’t have to!”

“it’s fine, i’m going to get myself another one anyways” he gets up with a little sigh.

“you can use my card, then!” you went to fish your wallet out from your bag, but he was already walking away.

“i don’t know about you, but i personally have never seen minghao doing anything remotely that nice. not even to us” seokmin whispered shouted to you and mingyu, who were also shocked by minghao’s behavior.

“yeah, me neither. y/n, what did you do to him?!” mingyu, pushed you a little, and you shrugged.

“i don’t know! i just met him! i don’t know why he insisted on ordering and buying coffee for me!“ you whisper shouted back.

“he probably just wanted to be nice. i’ll pay him back anyways” you crossed your arms before leaning back in your seat.

“no, y/n, you don’t understand. minghao isn’t just nice, especially not to people he just met, he’s not even that nice to us. honestly, i don’t know how he tolerates us” it was mingyu’s turn to whisper shout.

“do you think he has a thing for y/n already?”

“they just met!”

“yeah but i was sitting right next to him when he saw y/n and then choked on his drink. that’s gotta mean something” seokmin reasoned, making mingyu sit back and think for a little bit. just a minute later, as mingyu was about to speak again, minghao came back with two drinks, sliding one over to you.

“oh, thank you! how much was it? i’ll pay you back!” you spoke to him, and he just shrugged.

“you don’t have to” he plopped back down into his seat, looking out the window to the flowers that lined the windowsill.

“but i want to!”

“i said no” he spoke firmly, making you sink back into your chair, nodding and taking a sip of your drink. seokmin managed to bring up a different conversation topic before letting the awkward silence saturate the air too much. to seokmin and mingyu’s surprise, minghao actually spoke and participated, speaking to you as well. he actually mainly spoke to you, ignoring the other two people sitting at your table.

just as he was speaking, your phone buzzed, your alarm to return home going off.

“oh, it’s been two hours already? i have to go now, i promised ginger i’ll only be gone two hours” you began to pick up your things, finishing off your drink.

“are you serious?” mingyu whined.

“uhh yeah. for a cat, ginger has an impressive internal clock” you stood from your chair. just as you were about to walk away, someone made a loud coughing sound, and you turned to see minghao holding his phone out to you. you tilted your head at him to question what he was doing.

“your number” he held his phone out further, to which you accepted and typed in your number.

“well, i’ll see you guys around!” you waved to them, leaving the cafe to go home to your disastrous cat.

•

you see the trio plus a few others a couple days later when walking from one lecture to another, minghao being the first one to wave at you, and then mingyu waving you over to hang out with them for a little bit. you watched as the other people whom you didn’t know watch in confusion as minghao acknowledges your presence from 10 feet away.

“hi y/n!” seokmin embraces you, a little too excited to see you.

“guys, this is y/n, we’ve been friends since 7th grade. y/n, these are some of our other friends; jeonghan, joshua, seungkwan, and chan” they all wave at you, except for the one called jeonghan, who decides he wants a little bit of trouble.

“why do your pants look like that?” he questioned, a playful smirk on his face. you see the guy called joshua yell his name and smack him upside the head. you weren’t necessarily offended by it, you didn’t like these pants either, and also just assumed it was probably just jeonghan’s personality.

“why are you being a dick?” minghao shoots back, and the rest of you look at him.

“i was just joking…” jeonghan trails off. he’s never really heard minghao speak except for some simple ‘heys’ and ‘hi’s being exchanged when faced with each other.

“it wasn’t that funny of a joke. their pants look fine. stop picking on them” minghao’s voice clearly stated how unamused he was at jeonghan’s comment towards you, sending him a little death glare.

“it’s fine minghao, really. i wasn’t offended by it. i also don’t like these pants but they were the only ones i had clean so!” you assured him that it was fine in hopes he would calm down a bit. it was now silent and more than a little awkward as the what - 8? of you stood around in a little quiet circle, both jeonghan and minghao embarrassed for themselves while the others relish in the second-hand embarrassment.

“i’m going to go to my next class, it was nice meeting you 4. bye!” you quickly waved yourself off, making your way to your other lecture.

•

minghao: we’re going to dinner at 6:30

y/n: oh? who’s we? you seok and gyu?

minghao: and you

y/n: i am??

minghao: yeah that’s why i told you

y/n: i don’t remember agreeing to this

minghao: i’ll pick you up from your dorm in 15 with seokmin and mingyu

what an interesting way to invite someone to hang out. the more you talk to minghao, the more you realize he has trouble asking for things, he’ll just kind of state what he wants and doesn’t take no for an answer unless it’s a good enough reason. though, you wouldn’t mind going out and doing things with or for a pretty boy like minghao, so you couldn’t really complain.

even though seokmin and mingyu wouldn’t shut up about how abnormal his behavior is to you, you’ve still managed to convince yourself that minghao would never like you the way you want to like him. you’re doing just about everything in your power to hold back any romantic feelings that might form for him, simply because rejection always has the bigger chance of happening.

either way, you pulled yourself up off your bed and went to go put on some decent clothing before waiting near the front door with ginger.

meeeooowwww

“okay fine, i’ll give you a little snack before i leave since dinner is going to be late tonight” you get up to feed her, but at the same time someone knocks on your door. you rolled your eyes before going to answer, minghao standing there with a small smile on his face.

“hey y/n. ready?” he asked.

“almost, gotta give ginger a snack before i leave. you can wait in here if you’d like” you offered, moving aside to let him in. the moment he laid his eyes on ginger, he’s never smiled so widely.

“hi baby” he coos at the orange tabby cat, getting down on his knees to pet her. you couldn’t help but giggle a little seeing minghao meet your cat for the first time. you quickly snapped a picture before going to fill her kibble bowl up half way.

by the time you went back, minghao was sitting cross legged on the floor with ginger laying in his lap, purring like it was the end of the world.

*snap*

“did you just take a picture of us?” he looked up and rose an eyebrow at you.

“she looked cute there, i had to” you smiled, going to collect your cat and send her off to her food bowl.

“just her? not me?” he faked pouted. you’ve never seen minghao act this way… like ever.

“i dunno, wasn’t really paying attention to you” you poked his arm, to which he rolled his eyes.

“either way, lets go. seok and gyu are probably getting grumpy from waiting” you dragged him out of your dorm by the arm, shutting the door and making your way down.

“what took the two of you so long?” mingyu yelled once you opened the car door.

“someone met ginger today”

“minghao met ginger before me?!” seokmin whined, looking back at you from the passenger seat.

“it could’ve been you if you’d gotten me” you shrugged, buckling your seatbelt.

“i got pictures of them too, if you wanna see” you leaned forward, phone in hand, minghao groaning in embarrassment while you showed photos of him and ginger to the two boys in the front seat.

“awww” seokmin cooed at the photos, zooming in on details.

“whoa… i have never seen hao smile like that before. what did you do to him? what did your cat do to him? did you poison him?” mingyu gasped.

“it’s her specialty. she knows how to automatically make people happy” you lean back, nudging minghao who’s embarrassed from his friends seeing him in that state.

“hao?” mingyu called, turning around to see his flustered state.

“shut up and drive” he grumbled, turning towards the car window. all mingyu did was giggle a little before putting the car into drive and take off down the road.

•

“should we go on a walk?” mingyu asked after paying the bill.

“a walk? you still do post-dinner walks?” you teased him a little. it was something the two of you would do after getting dinner after some sports game.

“uhh yeah? you DON’T?” he gasped, placing his hand on his chest.

“no?? i only took them cause you went on them!” you replied, mingyu following up with mumbles of “traitor” and “fake” while seokmin and minghao watched, thoroughly amused.

“i say yes to the walk!” seokmin chimes in, mingyu thanking him for being on his side.

“i don’t know, i’m with y/n. not really feeling up for a walk right now…” minghao looked off to the side, wanting to go home.

“fine! me and seok will go on a walk while you two can stay in the car!” mingyu grabs his keys and drags seokmin by the arm out of the restaurant.

“what a loser…” you mumbled under your breath, minghao chuckling at your words. the two of you get up to follow mingyu to his car, where he then trapped you for the next 20 minutes.

“so… i assume you and mingyu went to dinner a lot in middle and high school?” minghao asks, breaking the silence as the two of you sat in the backseat of mingyu’s car.

“yeah. we would go to sports games together and then get dinner after. mingyu always liked going on walks after to help him get some fresh air and ‘help him digest’ or something like that” you chuckled a little at the memory.

“has it ever been… like… romantic?” minghao hesitated on the question, mentally kicking himself the moment the words left his lips. this is why he stays quiet.

“romantic?”

“i mean like, has it ever been a date?”

“are you asking if we ever dated? if so, not at all. people would mistake us for a couple a lot though. sometimes we faked young love for like a free dessert or something, but we’ve never dated. i’ve never liked him like that. he’s just my best friend”

“oh cool. so you’re like… not seeing anyone right now?” he pushed himself once more, wanting to turn to a mirror and scream at himself for continuing to talk.

“nope. are you?” you returned the question, turning your body towards his nervous figure.

“no”

“cool”

it was then silent again for a couple minutes, both of you lost in your own thoughts. he was definitely hinting at something here, were you reading his signals right? were you overthinking it? you heard minghao gasp as he opened his mouth to say something. you turned to him, but nothing came out. he also turned to you, cheeks a little pinking and the tips of his ears burning a bright red.

“d-do… do you… uh… um…”

“do i…?”

“do you like um oh i don’t know maybe like uh-“

“minghao, do you want to go on a date with me?” you asked. he looked at you, wide eyed and jaw dropped. he couldn’t believe you beat him to that. yes he could, he just couldn’t believe you liked him like that.

“well? don’t leave me hanging, hao” you smiled a little as he glitched, moving some hair from his eyes. his heart fluttered and was now dancing in his chest, leaving adrenaline to rush through his veins.

“yes… god yes i would love to. i can’t believe you beat me to this, i could kiss you-“ he stopped right after that, hoping you were barely listening to him.

“so then kiss me?” you leaned forward a little to encourage him.

“i dunno… i’m not really a kiss-before-the-first-date type of person” he playfully tapped his finger against his lips. you smiled at him.

“neither am i, i guess theres firsts for everything, right?” you tilted your head at him a little.

“one kiss definitely wouldn’t hurt…” he grinned before leaning in to kiss you. one kiss turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into-

“REALLY?! ARE YOU TWO ACTUALLY BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW???” mingyu screamed once he opened the drivers door, peaking in at the two of you making out in the back of his car.

“i’m so sick, seokmin you’re driving” mingyu hobbled over to the passenger seat, clutching his stomach.

“so dramatic, isn’t he?” seokmin grinned at the two of you in the backseat, ignoring how you two looked like deers in headlights, just a little pinker than they would be.

“drive, seokmin, drive! i can’t stand to be around them!” mingyu cried out, slumping over himself.

“keep being dramatic and i’ll kiss you next” you threatened, getting him to act right.

“please go faster” mingyu whisper-shouted to seokmin, leading to minghao reaching over to slap his forehead.

“you’re so bitchless”

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #comet writes svt #seo myungho #the8 #xu minghao #minghao #seventeen minghao #seventeen the8 #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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transgenderturnip · 2 months

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time for a meduka meguca otp choice "what it says about you" style roast!

homura and madoka:

basically canon. toxic Yuri staple food. you were weirdgirl aligned at some point, are a weirdgirl, or you really like squishmallows. probably have been on psych meds I'M JUST SAYINGGGG!!! WHY'S EVERYBODY MAD I'M JUST SAYI-

Sayaka and Kyoko:

good taste. question how's your relationship with your parents answer quickly. you like mcr don't you. did you go through a stereotypical weeb phase. don't lie to me have you said kawaii in English conversation. you buy pocky or have bought pocky fairly regularly huh. do you play rhythm games?? you sick fuck???

madoka and Sayaka:

you're so stable while also being a pmmm fan it grosses me out. how does it feel? do you want an anime lesbianism award? get out of my face. you have impeccable taste. you probably have friends, freak. have fun kissing them or whatever (not jealous voice)

Mami and homura:

you like your enemies to lovers as violent as possible huh? I like your taste in drama. homura probably thought about it too. this is telenovela levels of anime girl otp choice. when did you develop a mommy kink? or are you the one who owns fishnets and platform boots. you don't have to pay for hot topic black lipstick it's not good. take my hand. we can go to CVS. we can even go to Sephora.

madoka and Mami:

oh you're a real Yuri fan. you kind of scare me. power couple tbh. they would have been so good in a different less tragic genre. what's your favorite otome game answer quickly I know you have one. did you watch/read nana? or was it magical girl utena that did this to you. you know how to read tarot cards I can smell it.

Sayaka and Mami:

go see a therapist. I love you but you have to talk to someone. you understand the character arcs right? jeez are you okay? do you need a hug? it's gonna be okay. you don't have to be perfect.

kyoko and homura:

holy fuck you're based. so when did you start your gender journey? how many tattoos and/or piercings do you have? do you have a skateboard you don't use or a guitar you don't use I know you have one.

hitomi and Sayaka and/or madoka:

what did they do to you at gay camp. like you're right but why did you choose this. I hope you're doing well. reclaim that cross baby. remember not to bootlick the rich even if they're pretty. you just want everyone to be happy though, and I respect that.

Mami and Kyoko:

you confuse me. but I respect it. I want to dissect your mind. I can't even picture this pairing but they're my two favorite characters. the manga? ... girl go outside.

junko and saotome:

×[I can't find an image of them at the bar, which is an international tragedy. That's fine though I was running out of pictures I can put on this post.]×

you're just based. you're hilarious witty charming and have a huge weenor. however how does it feel to have just picked side character aged up madoka x Sayaka. you need an insane woman bad huh. do you identify as a meow meow? you should make me sick, but I want to hang out with you. good choice.

SPEED ROUND!!; the STRAIGHTS

Sayaka and kyosuke: alright hetero Jessica how did you get here? how's being a cuck for mickey mouse going? don't lie to me I know you're a Disney freak. what happened here? how are you still that into Hamilton at this point?

kyosuke and hitomi: no it isn't. you are lying.

junko and madoka 's dad (I'm not looking up his name he's madoka's dad fr): I have no roast for you. you're right. they're beautiful. you just didn't want to admit your choice is actually madohomu because it's basic sounding though huh

BONUS ROUND

anyone involving magia record: please consume less madoka media. I say this as a freak myself. go outside, I'm begging you. this is worse than reading the manga. you probably did that too. it's okay. take my hand. we can look at the flowers.

anything involving kyubey: one, stop lying. this is less funny than hitomi and kyosuke. two, seek help... okay if it's homura it's a little funny.

anything involving Charlotte / Bebe / Nagisa: go to jail.

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #longpost #this took me too long #i got committed to the bit #please don't get mad #half of these are about myself #its just opinion and joak #pretty un- straight dude redditor pmmm fan aligned too #whatever

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kisilinramblings · 1 year

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Exaltation - Marinette and Alya’s discussion

Marinette : Argh! Why is he so perfect right now?! Mr, Not-a-Hair-Off, Mr. Hooked-To-His-Secret, Mr. The-Partner-Everyone-Dreams-Of!

Alya : But you are the one who asked Chat Noir to stop to woo you, to offer you roses, to declare his love for you.

Marinette : But if I was rejecting him it was because he was annoying and pushy.

Alya : And you were absolutely right to do so.

Marinette : But also because then, I didn’t love him back.

Alya : And that too was a valid reason.

Marinette : Hang on a sec, do you think it is the same situation? Maybe Chat Noir is refusing all my invitations because... because... because he doesn’t love me anymore?

Alya : You mean you as Ladybug? You’ve told it yourself hundred of times that Chat Noir and Ladybug was not possible. That you would end up revealing your secret identities, that Monarch would learn it and would exploit to steal your Miraculous.

Marinette : It’s not because you couldn’t hide your secret identity to Nino when you were superheroes, that I won’t be able to keep mine with Chat Noir.

Alya : Hey! Who gave each of us a Miraculous at the same time? And if you love a superhero, it’s normal to want to know who is under the mask. How can you expect to live a love story otherwise?

Marinette : Me, I take Chat Noir with or without his mask. I don’t care who is under the mask.

Alya : You’re lying to yourself anyway. The one you love is Adrien.

Marinette : *outrage gasp* I’m not lying to myself and I know exactly how I feel.

Alya : Sure. That explains all the pictures of Adrien covering your walls.

Marinette : *immediately starts taking off pictures of Adrien and putting them in the thrash* With Adrien, it never worked. The knitted beanies, the birthday present for the next 25 years, kissy-kiss, hamster. Nonsense! Adrien was kissy-kiss, nothing! I -- what I want now - is kissy-kiss, meow-meow!

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At the bakery...

Adrien : Hi! I was wondering... I mean, I was in the neighbourhood and... I thought... is Marinette here, please?

Sabine : One moment, please, Adrien.

Sabine : *whispering to Tom* What has gotten into him? Don’t you think he is acting weird?

Tom : *whispering back* He is not weird, he is in love!

Sabine : Of Marinette? This is great news!

Tom : Yes, plus, he has stop being a model, they can take over the bakery! I’m going to tell her.

Sabine : No, I’ll take care of it. Please, Alliance, call Marinette.

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Marinette : Who? Adrien? No-no-no! Tell him I’m busy.

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Sabine : But, he is the boy with who--

Marinette : I'm friend with at school. And right now, we are not at school. So, tell him we will see each other at school.

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Alya : Marinette! What are you doing?! It’s Adrien! He is downstairs and asking to see you! So, listen to your heart and go!

Marinette : You didn’t listen to me, Alya! I don’t to talk about Adrien, it’s over. I refuse him to be our only subject of discussion. I will only talk to you about Chat Noir~ Here, look! Let’s forget about the kissy-kiss, hamster. We’re talking about muscles, (??? couldn’t catch the second item named there), bell. Why can’t I too have the right to fall under his charm?! Enough! I’m Marinette, a normal girl like everybody else and if I want find Chat Noir dreamy, then it’s my right! I know exactly how if feel!!

Alya : ...Don’t you want to take a breath of fresh air. I think you need to cool down a bit.

Marinette : Yeah, you’re not wrong. It is hot here.

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 #ml s5 spoilers #ml spoilers #elation #exaltation #ml s5ep9

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sidewalk-cracks · 2 years

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I've typically only been thinking in terms of badger cereal lately, so consider— Amity Park is having this community function right? Like, say, a community picnic. Danny's having a good time trying to avoid being embarrassed by his parents and just hanging out with Tucker and Sam, but he's got this weird feeling. It's not his ghost sense; there's no ghosts, but he's got this prickle on the back of his neck, like someone's watching him.

Indeed, at some point he notices this guy watching him. It's a little creepy, but he tries to shrug it off. He's the youngest Fenton and everybody knows his family is sorta nuts, so he's used to being stared at because of that.

So Danny tries not to be unnerved when the guy approaches him and his friends. He probably wants to ask about Danny's parents- who are being ridiculous off a ways- except this guy is acting super leery. He keeps looking at all three of them like they're prey or something while he talks to them. It's getting seriously uncomfortable for all three of them real fast, and Danny's about to stage a way for them to get away from him (bc can't used ghost powers bc out in public), when all of a sudden Vlad appears and just. SOCKS this guy right the jaw. And it's like a switch has been flipped bc this guy starts yelling like a maniac and tries attacking Vlad back, except Vlad literally WAILS on this guy. Bare fists only. Danny's appropriately terrified bc he's never seen Vlad this INCENSED before.

Well turns out the dude was a pedo sex offender on the run from authorities and decided to hide out in middle-of-nowhere Amity Park. Unfortunately for him, Vlad's the mayor and keeps an eye on things, so he knew who the guy was. He gets a huge PR boost for protecting an innocent child from a pedo and probably becomes something of a town hero, and while it's pretty annoying Danny is still, honestly, really grateful. He's faced a lot of different kinds of danger but never that kind, and in the moment it terrified him.

And..... this might've all spawned solely because I thought "I want to see Vlad beat the snot out of someone without using his ghost powers at all, like completely bare fists, because that's hot and we all know he's more than capable even tho he's a meow meow". Maybe.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #badger cereal #sam manson #tucker foley #amity park #dp #love me some badger cereal #yes sir one of the best meals i've tasted in a while

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onebraincell-itmiebcraft · 11 days

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Liveblogging real life part 2: Joel (it's been 12 13 days) (already watched)

Okay so maybe we'll do the liveblog-every-five-minutes-unless-something-crazy thing also idk if I should link this up to my intro post (idk how) or reblogged my og one with this oh well we'll figure it out why am I eating AGAIN doing this

I got inspired after rewatching secret life my beloved for the umpteenth time :P

Okay ep. 1/finale is hilarious and new "series" 😭

Joel why did you point out the cursor I can't take my eyes away

First batch

Joel jumping then immediately keeling over in nausea:

Idk how to respond to that but it struck a chord within me, how true

BigB wholesome waving but it also looks like his arm is BENT I can't get over VR arms man 😭

Punching BigB because he's so tall is so real tbh + love the smash cut to Gem being salty

Headpatting + baby-ish voice "little gem/Ren/skizz" what a gentleman makes me think of the try not to cry challenge or Jimmy's crazy christmas series where he says Joel is a crybaby and Gem says he's a romance guy in a mental gymnastics train of thought

Grian throwing his head back from the outside?! Cryptid behaviour

The real life vids don't make me motion sick but Joel making retching and vomiting sounds does NOT help it makes me sick by proxy or something I hate being disoriented and nauseous too buddy

There's probably a video out there of someone comparing regular mc to vr because vr just hits different like proportions wise

Joel noises

Love this Joel-Gem duo already idk how to describe it just fun

Also Joel having to process out loud he won't throw up on Gem I remember playing Richie's plank experience or whatever years and years ago shit was REAL

Joel's inventory becoming disorganized with things that can be stacked together :(

Hey what gem said kinda reminds me of what grian said :D at the end of his episode awful :DD

Poor Joel he's battling his height complex alongside his motion sickness (rip bozo poor little meow meow)

I think almost everybody had the problem of facing the wall dude, it's okay it's very silly

Water foreshadowing (he will swim with his future gang and become incredibly sick)

Geminislay that pig

Wait till Joel learns about lying down‼️‼️

JOEL STOP MAKING NAUSEOUS SOUNDS I'M GONNA FROW UP 👹

"...Falling in powdered snow" kinda reminds me of this short story I read in grade 9 English class "The Bamboo Trap" protag fell in The Bamboo Trap™ and got bitten by big ass spiders or something the idiot, also I think got published in the same anthology as the most dangerous game 👊

Joel admits to weakness

Weird ass snow, someone built this or something?

Joel with his arms out looks so silly, so does gem

Oh gem how graceful with the figure skating history 👊👊👊✌️👉✌️✌️🤜🤛🤛🤜🙏

Lol they learn about the wrist chat

Second batch

Jimmy, oh iconic Timmy

Shield (why did I write this again?)

Bi shoes, love seeing gem's skin wearing the bi shoes I forget about it every once in a while and when I see it again it's a pleasant surprise

Vr players learn to pvp

When you use the shield to block in first person it looks kinda stupid dude

Campsite vibes tbh, I really like it.

Bee spotted 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝 what is it doing

Shaky controller cursor over top chest plate I feel you

Falling irl indeed (recursive mention about plank)

LOUD holy moly Joel is loud (not negative)

Healf being something people can't look at at all times is actually a kinda funny mechanic

Smajor friendship aww when will they team up (did I forget about a series)

The poor beg for bread, we live in a society ✊😔

Grian killing??? Since when??? (Sarcastic)

Batch three

Peace and love is why they haven't died yet 😘

Arms again! Weird looking things

Hand gesture reminds me of that one diamond scar short with etho's greedy "I want the diamond" voice

Flint and steel? Weird looking thing

Omg red club looks like bugs, the way the trio gossips about them ♥️

Right no out messages...

Can't believe the most motion sick man gets in the water not once but TWICE this ep

Does he know

Where did the horse thing come from

Can't remember if I mentioned this but when the sword swings without critting in VR it looks so silly it pokes

A bugs life: the sequel

Club: deadly euphemism

Sword 😐

Something about jimmy doesn't get burnt...

Why is Jimmy jiggles the only one with a wooden sword???

Strong words from a man on the verge of mania 👀

Lol knowing impulse breaks the ground under Joel big brain man going for the kill

Something about the disappointed way Joel says "scar!" And scar stabbing him in the first caused this

Tim is so British he says "get in" so much

Joel, again exasperated, cries out "where's all my stuff?!"

Funny Minecraft men, my favourite funny Minecraft men

My god seeing from Joel's perspective his second death is from zombie

I think Joel was about to saying bluming + the cover behind house + the constant begging for his stuff back + violence as an answer (he hits men)

Oh scar up to no good again

JOEL GETS IN THE WATER AGAIN!!! MOTION SICKNESS WIN!

Joel and scar just did mitosis stop being scared of biology 🙄

What was Mr solidaritygaming doing in that hill and said yes to did he finally get iron?

Aw the silly arm motion I love greeting people with spirit fingers reminds me of that

GOON SQUAD?! (neuron activated)

Famous moment

Oh more famous moment here comes the smallidarity kiss

Love Tim's body language once again the sharp smooth head turn to grian he's like a cartoon character

(what grian mean they are suited and booted he cut this part out I don't remember the other povs 😢)

Leave it to solidaritygaming himself to be the most homoerotic straight man there is of course + Joel is still patting him on the head? + Timsel being cringefail needing to jump multiple times on ONE BLOCK + Joel did NOT need to lean that much he looks like he's powered by springs + Jim's arms always being so tight together. Makes him. Look like. An old granny??? + Joel IMMEDIATELY checking his wrist afterwards like it's a Tuesday and he's on break + homophobic GRIAN + impulse's dad delivery one liner

The more I watch smallidarity kiss the more bizarre and asinine it becomes to me 😀

When did Joel learn to button jump (he WAS mental for jumping irl irl)

Okay Joel cut out that canary comment why don't you 🙄🙄🙄

WHACK 💀 SHAKE YOUR HANDS REAL FAST 💀💀 JOEL SCREAM #3997 💀💀💀

Fond of Joel's cadence of saying "hello guys!" And "I'm coming in boys!" And "HAHA!" oddly musical

Okay aaaaaaand he dies worst ranking ever good for him the end

Idk if I should liveblog scar next or watch Ren because I've already watched up to skizz + me 'ead 'urts oh well

#real life smp #real life spoilers #real life #rlsmp #rl #rlmblr #rlsmp liveblogging #am i the only one using that tag #smallishbeans #liveblogging

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twistedtummies2 · 8 months

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Glamour - Chapter 3 (Trade)

This is the third part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana."

I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD

This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;) Parts one and two have already been released the past two days; the fourth and final section will go up tomorrow. Be on the lookout!

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ. NOTE/DISCLAIMER: Once again, I referenced a song from "Labyrinth" (performed and composed by David Bowie) here. Once again, I hold no rights to the lyrics, figured I should still put this here, though.

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“This can’t be!” “Well, it sure seems like it can.” You and Grim watched anxiously as Divus Crewel and Maverick Mokulau paced across the stage. The audience had been cleared out, with the help of Neige LeBlanche, and local security had been called to investigate. Vil Schoenheit and Keala Cravalho had both split up to help them out. Speaking of which…all four of you looked up as the familiar clip-clopping of heels announced the return of the two students. “Have you searched the dressing rooms?” inquired Professor Crewel. “Every last one!” exclaimed Keala. “And?” “Nothing! It’s just…gone!” “You two were supposed to be on the ball today,” Vil scowled in your direction. “Nya! Don’t look at us!” Grim yowled, fur bristling with aggravation. “No, Grim, he’s right,” you sighed. “We may not have been in charge of security, but we should have been more on top of things, as Stage Managers. All those mishaps, culminating in the trophy being stolen…” “What does ‘culminating’ mean?” Grim meowed, in response. You and Vil groaned in tandem.

“It has to be around here somewhere,” fretted Keala. “I sincerely doubt that, at this point,” frowned Vil. “What is security up to now?” Mokulau demanded to know. “They’ve begun interviewing some of the contestants, to see if anybody noticed anything suspicious,” Vil replied. “I regret to say they haven’t had much luck.” “Someone had to see something!” Grim suddenly screeched. “All anybody saw were stars,” droned Vil. “That flash of light blinded everybody who might have gotten a good look.” “What was that flash, anyway?” murmured Keala, scratching his chin. “It didn’t seem like just a normal lighting trick.” “You’ve got that right, kid,” grumbled Mokulau, tipping his shades down as he turned his head up thoughtfully, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Wasn’t just an illusion, either…” “It seemed to me,” Crewel broke in, “Like some form of magic.” Those words caused something to click inside your brain. You suddenly let out a shout of frustration and slapped your forehead. “Oh, you Dumbo!” you cried out…then, noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces, you quickly explained: “Not you all. Me. I think I know who did this!” “You do?” Grim blinked. “Yes. But I’m going to need more proof,” you said solemnly, and stood up. It was time to take charge. “Vil, Mr. Mokulau, Keala? Can I ask you three to accompany me?” “If you feel it’s necessary,” Vil said slowly, while the two Royal Sword members nodded in agreement. “Good,” you smiled, then looked at Professor Crewel. “I think you and Grim should help security, sir. I may be completely wrong, and I don’t think ALL of us need to go at once.” “That seems reasonable,” Crewel nodded, and pointed at Grim with his familiar rod. “Come, puppy! We have work to do!” With a swirl of his fur coat, Divus Crewel flounced away. Grim growled grouchily. “First I’m a cat, then I’m a puppy,” he grumbled. “I’m getting sick of this…” “Just behave,” you sighed, and shooed the little imp away. With a sniff and a snort, he followed Professor Crewel away. “So, where are we goin’?” Maverick asked, crossing his tattooed arms. “To see Hop the Dwarf,” you replied, and beckoned for the three to follow you. “I think he’s the first stop we should make.” “Whatever you say, Basil of Baker Street,” Keala smirked with a shrug. You just gave him a blank look. “Forget it,” he chuckled, waving it off. Vil and Mokulau rolled their eyes. You just shook your head and led the group away. It was time to start getting a few answers.

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“Who knew what kind of instrument you would be playing?” you asked Hop the Dwarf. Yourself and Keala stood inside the little fellow’s dressing room, while Vil and Mokulau - having seniority as judges - stood outside the room to guard it, just in case the culprit you suspected should show up. Hop scratched his head as he pondered the inquiry. “Well…I had to fill out a form to let management know,” he pointed out. “I’m aware,” you nodded. “But who else might have known?” “Did you tell any of the other contestants, maybe someone in the audience?” asked Keala. “I don’t think so,” said Hop, shaking his round little head. “Only Gran and Dominic, and they wouldn’t do a thing like that!” “No, of course they wouldn’t,” you sighed, feeling rather frustrated by the answer. This hadn’t gotten you anywhere you hoped it would. “I guess your hunch was wrong,” said Keala, weakly. “Seems that way,” you grumbled. “Wait a moment!” Hop suddenly squeaked, snapping his tiny fingers in realization. “There was that one guy…!” “One guy?” you and Keala chorused. “Uh-huh!” nodded Hop. “See, there was this guy…” He indicated you. “...I think he goes to your school…anyway, he said he was trying to find his lost guitar pick, and he was asking around if anybody had seen it. I told him I hadn’t seen it, and he said that was okay. He then asked what I was doing for my act, out of curiosity. I didn’t think there was anything wrong, so I told him my plans for my performance.” “So he would have known which instrument you were using and where you kept it?” “Well, not where I KEPT it, no,” said Hop with a slight giggle. “I didn’t tell him THAT much!” “Still,” Keala murmured, now catching on to what you were anticipating, “If he knew you had the instrument in here, and knew what he was looking for, he could have come in at any time you weren’t around.” “Did you leave the room at any point?” you asked the young dwarf. “Just for a few minutes for a snack break,” shrugged Hop. “That would do it,” you said gravely. “Can you tell me what he looked like?” “He wore a gold coat, and a glove on one hand. He also had purple eyes.”

Keala sucked in a breath sharply. You looked quickly towards him. “What’s wrong?” you asked the young man in the red shirt. Keala hesitated before answering: “I saw the same guy near my dressing room after I went to the bathroom for a spell. I’d left the door open when I left.” “So he could have gotten in while you were away?” Keala nodded, and added another detail: “He had a guitar bag slung over his shoulder. At the time, I assumed it carried his instrument, but…” Cravalho trailed off. You could easily guess the rest. You nodded to him, then at Hop, smiling slightly with a sense of slight triumph. “Thanks, little guy,” you said to the Dwarf. Hop gave a cheery mock-salute. You and Keala each returned the gesture, then exited the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well!” you said, clapping your hands together. “That cinches it.” “You know who’s behind this?” Mokulau checked. “I’m pretty sure, yep,” you nodded, then looked at Vil. “I’m afraid he’s one of your students.” Vil’s eyes widened, but only for a moment. “You don’t mean Taoka, do you?” he asked. “I’m afraid so. Do you know what his Unique Magic is like?” “I have not had a chance to experience it, no,” Vil answered, shaking his head. “I have. Or, at least, I think I have,” you said. “He’s the one who took the Lanternblossoms that Grim and I needed for our assignment with Professor Crewel. When he did, he lifted his hand, muttered some sort of spell…” “And let me guess,” interjected Mokulau, “There was a disorienting, golden flash of light?” “Just like the one that everybody got hit with when the trophy was stolen,” you confirmed.

“If it’s a signature spell, then there can be no doubt,” frowned Vil, clearly cross at the idea of one of his own Pomefiore dorm-mates being potentially responsible. “But we’re lacking the negligible item of evidence.” “He’s got a point,” Keala concurred. “Security checked all the dressing rooms, including his. They would have found it then, wouldn’t they have?” That was a good point, which you had no answer for. Mokulau scratched at his bear-like chest, then lifted a finger as he spoke up authoritatively. “The way it sounds to me,” he said, seriously, “There are three answers to this problem. The first is that our Stage Manager is either wrong or outright lying to us.” “I’m inclined to think they are correct,” Vil said, and gave you a supportive smile. “For all the faults the Prefect of Ramshackle has, I have no reason to doubt everything they’ve said as being as true and factual as they can manage.” You smiled gratefully. “I figured that,” nodded Maverick. “The second answer is that this Tapioca-” “Taoka,” corrected Vil. “-Whatever…the second answer is that he’s somehow managed to hide the trophy in his room, in a way security wouldn’t be able to uncover. I don’t think that’s true, either: if he’d used a cloaking spell, for example, they would’ve checked for it immediately.” “Then what’s the third option?” questioned Keala. “I think I can guess that,” you answered, and raised an eyebrow at the Royal Sword instructor. “It’s that he’s hidden the trophy - and maybe all the other things he’s presumably taken - somewhere offsite. Right?” “In the time before and after his performance, he could have had a chance to hide the instruments and all the rest,” reasoned Mokulau. “And in the confusion after he swiped the trophy, he might have been able to slip off to somewhere, provided it wasn’t very far away.” “There’s plenty of options,” said Vil, solemnly, a hand to his chin as he pondered things. “It would have been risky, but so was stealing everything to begin with. In the words of a famous writer, ‘once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’” “Okay, so…if he HAS done that,” Keala frowned, scratching his cheek, “Then where is this hiding spot?” Mokulau could only shrug. A smile came to your face. “Well,” you began to say, slyly, “Maybe we don’t know that…but there’s bound to be one person who does.” You then pointed to Maverick’s sunglasses. “Quick question…do you have spares of those?”

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“You remind me of the babe! What babe? Babe with the power! What power? Power of Voodoo! Who do? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe…” Taoka Latronis laughed and sang as he lounged lazily in his dressing room, smiling up at the ceiling. He was feeling very pleased with himself. He spun around in his chair, grinning from ear to ear, looking for all the world like the cat who had caught the canary. He was still gayfully humming when a thumping knock came at the door. The smile was struck from his face. “What?” he called out, crossly, a slight sneer curling across his painted lips. His expression quickly changed, and he sat up straight in his chair, as the door opened to reveal a broad-shouldered, heavily-tattooed man with long, dark hair and a stubbly, strong chin, with a shark tooth necklace around his throat and sunglasses shrouding his hazel eyes. “Mr. Mokulau!” exclaimed Taoka, startled at the sight of the rock star judge and magic master. “This…th-this is unexpected…” “Heh. Don’t worry, I get that a lot. Not everybody expects me to be so perfect,” winked Maverick with a chuckle. Taoka gave a sort of tight smile in return. “Is there something you need?” Taoka asked. “Security already checked my room…is there any chance we’ll be allowed to leave soon?” “Actually, yeah, that’s what I was coming to tell you,” replied Mokulau, and jabbed a thumb back towards the open door as he stepped further into the room. “Security’s done checking around for now, they wanna clear all the contestants out. You’ll be free to go in just a few minutes. So, if you’ve got anything to pack up, better get to it.” “Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure to get ready in a moment,” Taoka said, then paused before hesitantly asking, “Do they know who might be responsible?” Mokulau paused before sighing and nodding, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into a pocket. “Honestly, I really shouldn’t be telling you this,” he said, and brushed some of his dark curls away from his face. “But they think it was a student from your school.” Taoka’s purple eyes widened. His smile flickered. “Do they now?” “Yeah,” nodded Mokulau, and paused a moment longer before continuing: “We can’t prove it, but we’re starting to suspect the Stage Management duo had something to do with it all.”

Taoka blinked. Three times. “Them?” he repeated, sounding almost bewildered. “They had access to every room,” replied Mokulau with a scowl. “And it seems kinda suspicious so many things would go missing on their watch. We’re not sure how they took that trophy, or if they had any help, but with all the mishaps during the contest as a whole, we’re pretty sure they had to know more than they’re telling.” Taoka looked askance, purple-hued brow knitted in thought. “You have a point,” he murmured, then a grin spread across his face, and he looked back up at the great musician. “Yes! It has to be them! We should have suspected it from the start.” “Psh. Tell me ‘bout it,” snorted Mokulau. “Your Housewarden is beside himself: the idea of a fellow NRC student being behind it all, somebody he personally asked for help…” “Eh. I imagine the dorm leader will get over it,” shrugged Taoka with a smirk. “Guess we shouldn’t have trusted a person from a world with no magic, huh?” “Looks like it,” Mokulau replied, and chuckled to himself: “At least they didn’t get my real pick out of the deal.” Taoka’s grin vanished instantly. “Huh? What…what do you mean the real pick?” he asked. “Oh, well, obviously I didn’t ACTUALLY put the REAL guitar pick I used in my first concerts on the trophy,” said Maverick with a smile. “It’s precious to me: something like that isn’t something I would just get rid of.” “I see,” Taoka said, and cocked his head. “So, uh…if it’s not prying too much, where DO you keep the real one?” Maverick smirked. He looked around, as if to make sure nobody was watching…then winked and patted one of his pockets. “You…you have it here? With you?” gasped Taoka, seemingly stunned. “Well, duh! It’s my lucky pick!” laughed Mokulau. “Every guitarist worth their salt carries one, kid. If you’re gonna be one, you better find your own soon.” Taoka grimaced and looked away again. “Yeah. If,” he muttered.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” smiled the large man, with a kinder sort of expression. “I know we were pretty rough on you out there today, but you’ve got passion, kid. That’ll take you far, if you keep it up.” “I somehow doubt that,” whispered Taoka to himself. Maverick looked the young Night Raven student up and down…then stepped closer and reassuringly placed one huge, heavy hand on the young man’s shoulders. Taoka looked up, seemingly surprised. “When I got started, I was totally on my own, kid,” said Mokulau. “It took a lotta work and a lotta faith to get to my level now. I know it sounds cliche, but trust me, those two things can do a lot for ya if you let them. Don’t ever forget: as handsome as I may be, it’s not really about what’s out here…” He lightly pinched Taoka’s golden jacket indicatively…then lowered his hand and tapped a finger to the youth’s chest. “...It’s what in there that’s gonna matter most.” Taoka let out a sarcastic sort of chuckle and brushed the teacher’s hand away. “That’s a nice sentiment, sir, but you of all people should know: a golden heart isn’t gonna matter when you’re totally invisible.” Maverick frowned again, now a bit bemused. He tilted his head. “What makes you say that?” he asked, quietly, then a bit louder: “Have we met before?” Taoka’s expression was unreadable. His ungloved hand quietly clutched the other appendage in an absent-minded way. All he said in reply was a thoroughly emotionless: “Yes. We have.” Mokulau looked as if he wanted to ask something else…but at that moment, a new voice intervened… “Ahem! Mr. Mokulau?” Maverick turned around to see Vil Schoenheit standing in the doorway to the room. “What’s up?” he asked. “Your students - Neige and Mr. Cravalho, that is - want to talk to you.” “Thanks,” grunted Maverick Mokulau, and turned back around to smile at Taoka once more. He pulled out his shades and flipped them back into place over his eyes. “See ya later, kid.” “Maybe so,” Taoka answered in a slippery sort of way. Maverick grinned and clicked a finger-gun gesture towards the young man, then followed Vil out of the room. The moment he was gone, Taoka’s sly expression changed to a truly evil grin. He looked down towards his hands. He opened his gloved palm…revealing a small, bone-white guitar pick in his hand. “Gotcha,” he cackled to himself under his breath, then tucked the pick hastily into his own pocket before hurriedly tidying up his room. Once it was all clean, he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He was still laughing as he left the dressing room.

As far as he could tell...he'd won.

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Taoka took one of the sideways passages out of the auditorium, thus allowing him to slip by most anyone who might have spotted his departure. He did not head towards Night Raven straightaway. Instead, the spiky-haired young sneakthief blazed a trail towards the edge of the dense forest. His pace was deliberate, his demeanor sharp and direct; he knew exactly where he was going. No sooner had the youth’s golden coat vanished into the undergrowth, than he removed the pick from his pocket. A devious smile - which showed off each of his slightly-too-long teeth - split his face as he crept through the shadows of the trees in a Northwesterly direction. He had only gone some forty yards or so before he spotted a destination: a small, empty cave, half-hidden by brambles. Sniggering at his deceit, he hopped, skipped, and jumped over the brambles and scuttled into the cave, like a spider quickly creeping back into its den…or a crab, burrowing into a hiding spot. Inside the cavern, he paused a little ways away from the entrance: the cave was wide and round, with a ceiling that was about as low as a typical room in a typical house. No animals lived here, which made it an admirable hiding place…for the instruments, the microphones, and all the other bits and pieces of necessary hardware the contestants of the Triple-S concert competition required for their performances. Pilfering the items had been shockingly simple; sneaking them out when nobody would notice was only somewhat more difficult. Taoka chuckled as he approached the prize of his little hoard: a familiar silver trophy, topped with an ivory guitar pick. “Figuring out how to get you all out of here again is gonna be a bit of a problem,” mumbled Taoka…then smirked and shrugged. “Ah, well. Maybe I’ll just sell the stuff that’s worth something, leave the rest behind.” He knelt down beside the trophy with an evil smile. “You, however…you I’m gonna treasure. You and the REAL pick,” he chuckled, lifting up the bone-white guitar strummer in his hands indicatively… …And the moment he did, his smile faded. A look of confusion filled the glammed-up guitar player’s eyes. Something wasn’t right. The pick on the trophy had a familiar hook shape in its center; this was to be expected. The symbol was Mokulau’s logo, and his first pick had been etched with the design early on. That was as good as a signature or fingerprint of authenticity. But the pick Taoka now held…well, it was the same exact color, and the same exact shape and size…but it had no visible markings on it at all. “Wait a minute,” murmured Taoka, and scratched the surface…then sighed as the paint scraped, and a different color - a plain gray - showed underneath. “Oh, I see. He’s taken a cheap pick, and painted it in the same color as the one on the trophy…” Taoka’s look of petulant dissatisfaction abruptly changed to one of apprehension and alarm. “...As a diversion?” “More like bait.”

Taoka leapt to his feet and swung around with a snarl. He glared as he saw you standing at the entrance to the cave. Vil and Mokulau stood just a short distance behind you. As the three of you entered, the young man moved into a guarded position, flinging the cheap pick aside. “You followed me!” he accused. “Guilty as charged,” you chuckled. “It wasn’t too hard. We knew you couldn’t have brought them all the way back to the school, and there was nowhere in the town that seemed likely. We just didn’t know where to look. I figured if we dangled something shiny in front of your face, so to speak, you’d just HAVE to take it.” “You’ve disgraced my dorm, Latronis,” glared Vil. “I hope you realize punishment is well overdue.” “Oh, please, don’t insult me,” snorted Taoka coldly. “Or do we have to forget somebody else cheated much more dangerously at a certain other competition?” Vil glowered and said nothing. Sensing trouble, you subtly stepped to block him and Taoka’s path to each other. Vil noticed, smiled, and lightly placed a hand on your shoulder. He mumbled something under his breath, but only you heard it, and gave him a small smile in return. “Keala!” Mokulau called back over his shoulder. “We’ve found him.” Moments later, Keala joined the group. He looked almost hurt when he saw the trophy behind the glitzy scoundrel. “So you DO have it!” he exclaimed. “Give it back!” Taoka glared. “Why should I?” he hissed. “How about because we’ll pummel you if you don’t?” growled Maverick. “A student attacked by a teacher? I think that would get you in a great deal of trouble,” crooned Taoka. “You’re no student of mine,” said Mokulau coldly.

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong,” smirked Taoka, and straightened his stance, showing off his flashy outfit. “See, you’re the one I have to give credit for who I am today: watching you, I learned the only way a person is gonna stand out is if you make yourself bigger, shinier, and all around better than anybody around you. And it doesn’t matter who you step on to get there, or who gets left behind in the process!” “But that trophy wasn’t yours to take!” Keala protested. “What good does it do you to have it now? You can’t show it off, you can’t claim you won! What does it matter?!” “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” sniffed Taoka. “Well, I’m making it my business!” Keala snapped, taking an aggressive stance of his own. “I worked too hard to make my grandma proud-” “Between us, babe, I’m getting a little tired of hearin’ about your grandma,” interrupted Taoka. “I don’t care who ‘deserves’ this or not, it’s MINE! I’VE claimed it! AND I AM NOT LOSIN’ MY TREASURE NOW!” So saying, Taoka Latronis thrust out one hand. You heard him start to utter a familiar incantation… “NOW!” you shouted, and at almost the exact same time, Taoka finished the spell with three bellowed words… “Time to shine!” ZAM! A blinding flash of golden light shined and glittered through the whole small cave of loot. Taoka grinned and picked up the trophy, then made a dash to run past all of you and out the cavern mouth… …Only for an arm like a steel band - Vil’s - to suddenly swing out and smash into his abdomen. With a wheezing grunt, he staggered back, his gloved hand on his diaphragm, the other still holding the trophy tightly. He coughed twice and looked up…then gulped at what he saw. “Oh, come on!” he almost whined. “That’s STUPIDLY unfair!” All four of you wore matching, mischievous smiles…and sunglasses.

“Extra protected,” Mokulau boasted, adjusting his pair. “Not even your sparkle can beat these babies.” “Give us the trophy, Taoka!” Vil demanded, marching forward and stretching out one arm sharply, as if ordering a dog to drop a bone. “Don’t make this harder for yourself.” Taoka just scoffed. He removed his guitar, propping it up against one of the cave walls, and moved into an action-ready posture. “You’ll have to turn the world upside-down before I let you take this from me,” he responded icily. So saying, the young man reached into his pocket, and pulled out his Magic Pen. With a swish and a flick, he summoned a pillar of water, which blasted Vil backwards and sent him sprawling onto the cave floor. The other three of you hurried to his side. “You okay?” you asked, worriedly. “No,” Vil said, through a face full of dripping makeup. “I’m soaked.” You smirked. “THERE HE GOES!” Keala’s shout alerted all of you. You looked up; through the tint of your sunglasses, you saw Taoka finally use the distraction he’d sought for to flee, as he darted from the cave and out into the woods. “We can’t let him get away!” yelled Mokulau. “Come on!” You didn’t have to be told twice. You helped Vil to his feet, and all four of you charged out of the cave and after Taoka Latronis.

To Be Concluded in Part 4...

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