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apples4day · 18 days

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BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

2/2 EPISODE TWO (Walk Like An Egyptian- Part 2)

This is part 4 of my series, go read the other parts if u haven’t!

Your team was behind team Amazon, looking absolutely ridiculous all stacked up on one teeny tiny goat. They were struggling with making the camel go faster, you were struggling to trust Alejandro to not let you fall.

"We're gonna go win the race now, see ya!" Heather stuck her tongue out at us.

"Eat sand losers!" Courtney smiled.

"Such witty remarks from such fiercely intelligent women, I'm both humbled and intrigued." Alejandro complimented. Courtney shooed him,

"Nice try but I'm with Duncan."

"And what a pity it is that you should give yourself to a quitter, who doesn't deserve you."

Alejandro was moving a lot as he talked and you were starting to get even more nervous.

"That's not- Duncan is totally- uh- you're just...will someone hurry this camel up!" Courtney was at a loss for words.

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER

"Oh he's good. Too good..seriously what is his deal? He is just so..perfect. Don't even get me started on Y/n. UGHH"

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER; ENDED

So that's his game plan? Flirting with every girl here? As expected from him. He's got the looks for it I'm not gonna lie. You thought, staring at his face.

"If you want you can take a picture," he suggested, winking.

"What? No. You have a bug on your face." You lied.

"Do I?" He smirked.

"Yes. Oh! Oops...you're the bug." You shrugged and he looked a little surprised.

I don't usually care when someone insults me...but that felt different. A lil peak into his thoughts 🤰

Man you suck at being nice, he's just so easy to be mean to. No matter how badly you want to win.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed water. A big blue body of water. Tapping Alejandro softly on the head, you leaned in to whisper what you discovered.

"What? Do you want a kiss señorita?" He puckered up and you cringed. "No! Look, the Nile." You pointed out. He stopped and looked, smiling like he was the one who found it?? Narcissist. Man what a weirdo this guy is. You thought to yourself.

"Hold on everyone, I'm changing our route." He bucked his hips (Into me😈) in another direction and you grabbed his head. I will NOT die because I fell off a human tower. Especially because some guy moved his hips and I fell off his shoulder.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Perhaps it would've been kind to show the girls team which way to go but you've seen my team, we need all the help we can get."

Alejandro crossed his arms.

"For some reason Y/n hasn't fallen for me. I think my best plan would be to get into an alliance with her. She isn't very social so I'll be her only option."

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

"There's the finish line!" Tyler pointed.

"Yeah, ON THE OTHER SIDE."

Crocodiles jumped out of the water, "flying abilities anyone?" You joked.

Chris said something you couldn't hear. Owen couldn't hear him either,

"WHAT?! SPEAK UP!!"

Chris kept speaking, Owen still couldn't hear. "Did you guys get any of that?"

Chris snapped his fingers and had a weird megaphone passed to him.

"I SAID, WELCOME TO THE THIRD FINAL EGYPTIAN CHALLENGE! BASKET CASES."

It was so loud that the wind got way stronger. Noah was almost blown away and had grabbed you for support. Everyone's eyes were wide open because of shock. Owen ducked and covered his head. You and Noah were basically cuddling.

There's that vanilla scent again. He thought, holding you.

Chris explained that we would have to make a boat blah blah blah.

You were a bit zoned out and only caught the last part of his sentence. Noah's hands around you were kinda the only thing you could think about, especially with your face pressed into his body. Finally zoning back in, you heard the last part of Chris' sentence. "Aka goat face over there!"

Tyler looked insulted, "hey!" You gently removed Noah from you and put your hand on Tylers shoulder, "I believe he meant the goat." You pointed to the goat. Tyler thanked you. "I'm surprised you can reach his shoulders," Noah said. He was basically making fun of you and your height. "I'm surprised you could reach the 6th grade, and I'm surprised you didn't get blown away by the wind." You retaliated. His face flushed.

CONFESSIONAL- NOAH

"I'm the smartest person here. She doesn't know what she's talking about, she probably got held back."

He sighed.

"..she's amazing. I think my heart is gonna explode."

CONFESSIONAL- NOAH; ENDED

Chris continued explaining. "This is perfect!" Sierra seemed happy. Noah didn't,

"What? The fact that we're hosed?"

"I'm a fourth generation basket weaver!"

Owen cheered, "yeah!"

"We're gonna need a lot of reeds," Sierra rushed to start picking reeds. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "Hey Sierra, can you teach me?"

"Of course!"

You caught on pretty quickly. Alejandro noticed, "As expected from a fierce intelligent woman, fast learning." He placed his hands on his hips and smiled as you weaved the boat together with Sierra. "Ya sei tu plan, ya para de chamuyar." You looked up at him. (Translation- I already know your plan, stop sweet talking me/flirting.)

You were on your knees to weave the basket.

I quite like this angle. He thought, since he was looking down at you.

"¿Sabes español?" (Translation- you know Spanish?)

"No pendejo, estoy hablando portuguesa." You replied sarcastically. (Translation- No idiot/asshole, I'm speaking Portuguese.)

The team was looking at you guys. He continued anyways, even though it would raise suspicion. "Espera hasta que estamos solitos para hablar de..esto." (Translation- wait until we are alone to talk about..this.)

You nodded in agreement and kept weaving. Noah gave you a look, and you simply smiled innocently at him. He swears his stomach flipped upside down when you looked at him. Team Amazon finally showed up.

"Basket weave a boat? UGHH" Heather complained. Sierra stopped weaving and got up to talk to team Amazon. You reached out to grab her but she had already walked away. "Sorry you guys are so far behind, our baskets nearly done already thanks to my speed weaving!"

This doesn't look good, you thought.

"Plus you got Owen on your team, lucky!" Izzy said.

"But you have Cody." Sierra ran to Cody, pressing him into her chest. He looked disgusted. "I know Cody, I wish we were on the same team too!" He looked miserable. "Uhh I have to do..something." He ran away as fast as possible. "Cody has been wanting a girl for awhile. Guess he just didn't want some crazy stalker," you said to Noah. Noah looked away, he couldn't handle looking at you for some reason. It was all odd to him, he wasn't the type to like a girl like this or at least this badly.

You didn't notice his pink cheeks, all because you started a conversation with him just now. "Aww you guys are so cute together!" Izzy referred to Sierra and Cody. Noah wished she meant you and him. "Maybe we could swap teams?" Sierra made a hand gesture, Heather considered it.

"Trade a basket case for a basket weaver? Fine! Sierra, you're with us. Izzy..go play with the boys!" Heather shooed. "Do I look like a boy to you?" You rolled your eyes. Heather waved at you, still trying to make an alliance. "What?!" Alejandro looked mad about the swap.

Sierra began building their boat even quicker. Probably for Cody. Team Amazon laughed at Heather thinking she was the boss. You giggled too. Noah kept staring at you and then turning away when you went to look at him. Alejandro was still stuck on the swap, "where's Chris? He won't allow this."

Chris pulled up on a boat. Sierra immediately went to sweet talk him. "Did somebody-" Chris was cut off by Sierra hugging his feet. "Todays officially the best day of my life! So I really hope you allow us to swap. But of course you'll make the best decision cause you're the best decider ever!!"

"And that's why I'm going to allow it!"

"Smiley face!! Ahhh!!"

Chris waved goodbye and you gave him the most betrayed look ever. His smile dropped for some reason at that. The boat pulled away, and he stared at you as he went back to the other side. "As you wish.." Alejandro was defeated. Heather stuck her tongue out at him and he blew her a kiss. You rolled your eyes and bit your lip, trying not to say something.

Sierra already finished, even putting a hut on the boat. Your team complained and you stood up, crossing your arms. "I hope their boat sinks or that the camel refuses to get in." You mumbled, your team heard anyways and Noah chuckled, so did Izzy. "Don't give up! We still have a shot!"

"Al's right! Thanks Al."

You saw Alejandro shiver at that nickname and decided to get in a bit of teasing. You walked over to him, leaning down a bit because he was on one knee. "You cold? Why are you shivering?" You teased, getting even closer. "Uh..yes. It's cold in here." Noah glanced over, "dude it's the fucking desert. Y/n don't get too close to him, you might catch a disease." You giggled. Alejandro glared at Noah.

"So you're cold?" You touched his forehead with the back of your hand. "Don't feel cold...maybe you should let us all know what you like to be called." You continued teasing, walking back to Noah. Noah almost looked like he was gonna grab your wrist to get you away from Alejandro. Meanwhile Alejandro still looked traumatized from being called Al. He also looked like he was gonna strangle Noah.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"I have no problem being called..Al." He shivered again. "Uhhh that wasn't- it's just- chilly..in here." He shivered again but it was fake this time. He looked around.

"Also that Noah kid..he needs to back off. From me and Y/n, he's like her dog and this is only the second episode."

(Alejandro doesn't know I'm about to make him the same way😭🙏)

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

Team victory finally arrived and team Amazon was struggling to get their camel in the boat. "Izzy! Tell Ruby to get in the boat." Izzy began speaking to the goat at the command of Courtney. "Woahhh woah, Izzy's on our team now. Not yours." Noah stated. You touched Izzy's curly ginger hair for a moment in awe and then spoke, "not a word pretty lady." You found her pretty, so why not call her pretty? Though you might look a bit lesbian, which you are, it doesn't matter. (Y/n is bisexual by the way, js a reminder)

"Ooh fun!" Izzy treated it like a game. "Fine! We'll do it ourselves. C'mon." Courtney said. They struggled with the camel. The boat was finally finished, the back looking a bit wonky since it was done by everyone but Sierra. "It floats! Awesome!" Owen cheered. Alejandro whistled to the goat, which immediately ran to his arms.

Team victory also finished building. You were rowing behind Noah, and in front of Alejandro and his weird goat. "We're gonna win fair and square..but to make sure you believe that..talk to the camel." Alejandro gave Izzy the go to talk to the camel. You spoke up, "what? No! Don't do it Izzy. Are you trying to make us lose Alejandro?"

Alejandro looked down at you, "we won't. And if we do lose because of me, you can sleep on me in economy." You grimaced, "like I'd wanna." Alejandro nodded at Izzy to continue. She started talking to the camel who immediately got in team amazons boat after she told it to.

The musical bell went off. "Time for a musical reprise!"

Everybody groaned. "Hey! If you'd finished the song the first time you wouldn't be here now, Zeke! Start singing. And put your backs into it." Chris looked like he enjoyed everyone's misery. He definitely did.

Pick or make your own part again 🤷‍♀️

Team Amazon passed you guys, as you said they would. So your team got second and team victory got last. "Congrats! You're alive. And as long as you all brought your rewards across the finish line, there will be no eliminations tonight." Most people cheered at the news, you were too busy glaring at Alejandro.

"I lost the stick..heh." Ezekiel said, his whole team looked at him in anger. Chris chuckled. "Sucks to be you."

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CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Losing Sierra to Heather? Ehh tragic. But I still have the upper hand, the president of Cody's fan club doesn't know a thing about me. No one does, and I intend to keep it that way. Compared to me, Heathers a saint. Well...I guess Y/n thinks she has me figured out. She doesn't even know a quarter of it though."

"Y/n is...a valuable asset. Noah keeps getting in my way though."

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

You were pissed sitting in economy. You were sitting in between Noah and Alejandro. "So? What do you have to say? I literally told you not to let Izzy talk to the camel! You didn't listen." You complained, leaning back. "Now we're stuck on this stupid wooden bench in this very sketchy area of the plane." Alejandro only looked at you as you ranted about his mistake. "I apologize cariño, I'll make it up to you," he grabbed your hand, attempting to kiss it.

Noah scoffed, "quit it Prince Charming." He grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from Alejandro's grasp. "That's no way to grab a lady." Alejandro said.

"Suck it," you scooted away from Alejandro. "I'd take his touch over yours any day, Al." You taunted, using the name he oh so hated against him. He shivered.

"Necesitemos hablar, sígueme. Y por favor, para de usar ese nombre." Alejandro said, standing up and walking into the confessional. He wanted the world to see how he made you his puppet. (Translation- we need to talk, follow me. And please stop using that name.)

But something is making him wanna make you more than just a puppet. Make you his.

NOT proofread.

Part 5 ALREADY out

As I said in earlier chapters, Y/n is hinted to be short.

Alsooo my Spanish is Argentinian and Mexican..as I am Argentinian and Mexican so don't say anything🤷‍♀️

Part five⬇️

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twst-drabbles · 9 months

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Scarabia 5

Summary: Jamil was the last to notice Kalim’s crush on you.

(I really like thinking about what other characters would think about their friends having a crush on the Reader. It’s fun. I should write Kalim more. He’s fun to write. Do you like the way I write Kalim and Jamil? I hope you do.)

Subtly was never Kalim’s strong suit, but Jamil knows him to be such a specific form of loud that when something small changes in the housewarden, it ironically makes it harder for anyone to notice. One would think Kalim’s body to be its own megaphone where any light troubles of the heart would be magnified for all to see and hear, but that’s not quite true. Jamil has learned that his open way of expression was merely the result of his need to see smiles, to see everyone he cherishes happy.

Kalim’s big and bright nature was a choice rather than something he can’t help. It’s why Jamil has given up on trying to tempter him into something that won’t grate on his nerves when stress overwhelms him. And because it was something intentional, Jamil doesn’t think to look any deeper into Kalim’s quiet moments.

“Hopefully he doesn’t let his pity guide his grossly generous hands,” Jamil sighed out, already calculating the expected loss in the treasury as Kalim wrapped your recovering self in a custom made blanket. Behind the housewarden was plates among plates of easy to digest soups and stews, and in Jamil’s own hand was more dishes.

This was par for the course. No one would fault Jamil for not looking any deeper into it. All he thought was, “what a waste,” as he went back into the kitchen to make more. Though that’s after persuading Kalim to not get the elephants for you to ride. Certainly, there was an inkling in the back of his mind, was Jamil simply chalked that up to Kalim being excited with having a new friend.

Do you want to know the irony of all this? Jamil, born and raised into the position that he is, forced to hone himself into someone that can spot just about any and all tells, could not spot the little white flowers blooming in Kalim’s heart. You were the one to notice first.

It was such a simple action. It was another one of those days where Kalim was more subdued than usual. His smile was still radiant in how it filled up the room, but it was tolerable. A sign that he won’t babble himself in circles until he grows tired. Jamil had noticed the time and was walking into the main room to dismiss you and potentially force Kalim to bed.

You and Kalim were sitting side by side, looking up at the sky as the cool winds blew through. Kalim tucked his chin in a bit towards his chest, smile still present, and soothed his hand over yours.

Kalim had no qualms with holding hands. Jamil had many memories of his own being held when Kalim wanted to show him something, or celebrate a victory over him. A palm in another palm was second nature to that man. There was no weight to it, no special meaning. Jamil has seen you and Kalim hold hands before, so clearly you understood that as well.

And yet, there was a subtle change that only you had noticed and it was significant enough to have you gently pull away. It was a motion that was impossible to dismiss, for Kalim’s smile grew dimmer that day. He said nothing and let the quiet stay.

Kalim too had noticed something change inside him. Jamil, of all people, was the last to notice.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 8: Safe Escape

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It’s finally Monday, a brand new week but the same state of mind. I’ve been a mess since the party, trying to avoid Jungkook and everything that reminds me of him. I can’t lose myself in someone I’ve just met. It’s pathetic but wouldn’t it be better for me to end something I know I won’t be able to finish? I’ve never been one to excel in the commitment department, so I’ve always looked for a safe escape. Will it hurt? Like hell, but leading him on would definitely be worse.

I snap out of my thoughts, shaking my head. Who do I think I am? What if Jungkook doesn’t even reciprocate whatever I’m feeling? What if he simply has chemistry with everyone? The thought of it secretly upsets me but the guy does fit the role of a crowd favorite.

Mira: Hey, are you free?

Jungkook: Miss me already?

Mira: Was actually planning your assassination …

Jungkook: Relax Peaches, and anyways, I’m at the gym right now but should be wrapping up in an hour. Why?

Mira: I wanted to drop off your clothes. Can I meet you at the gym?

Jungkook: No need, I’ll drive to your dormitory.

Mira: No, no, that’s ok. I’m gonna be out anyway.

That’s a lie, but I know exactly how the story will unfold if we meet at our usual spot. It’s better to keep boundaries, I try to reassure myself.

Jungkook: Whatever you say, Peaches.

Mira: See you in an hour :)

After my second class, I waved Tae goodbye and made my way to the train station. The main gymnasium is on the South campus which is only a 15-minute walk but I’m feeling lethargic from all the nerves. Once on the train, I go over exactly what I want to say to Jungkook. It will be short and straight to the point, I reassure myself.

All that confidence melted away once I entered the gym. It was busier than usual, actually, how would I have known, I’d been here twice. Nonetheless, I wasted no time in trying to spot Jungkook, who was sitting on the bench beside the reception. Walking towards him, he lifts his face giving me a bright grin, his bunny teeth peeking through. His hair freshly washed, the smell of his cucumber-scented body lingering between us.

“There you are,” I say with a soft smile.

“I'm glad to see you, how are you feeling?” he meets my eyes, pulling his gym bag over his shoulder.

“I’m feeling better, thank you. Again, I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted,” I try to explain, shaking my head. He finds my flustered state cute, as he folds his arms and grins back at me.

“What?” I stop, looking back at him.

“You worry a lot, did you know that?” he chuckles, bringing me in for a hug. “I’m just glad you are alright,” he adds. This is not going to plan. I try to move but his hold is firm, and as much as I try to resist it, my body is craving his touch. Pathetic.

“Here,” I quickly step back, putting the bag between us. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat so I avoid making direct eye contact. Jungkook lets out a chuckle and takes the bag from me.

“Do you want me to drop you off?” he offers, as we make our way out of the gym. I shake my head, knowing that the train station is right across the street.

“Nonsense, get in, it’ll be quicker,” he turns his car, as I fall into another panic.

“No, no, seriously, I um … I have to meet Jiah on the way there anyways,” I lie, hoping he would give in. That is until we hear an announcement coming from the station megaphone “Due to some technical difficulties the train will be delayed. We apologize for any inconvenience.” Phenomenal, I whisper, rubbing my temples. I guess no one wants me to set boundaries.

“Hop in,” Jungkook giggles, opening the passenger door. I can’t think of another excuse, before finally walking towards him. He buckles me in, this time I’m less shocked by the action, which is not a good sign. I should not be getting used to his habits. Nonetheless, I say thank you and return a soft smile.

“So where are we going?” I ask as he turns on the AC.

“I want to show you something, do you mind?” turning his gaze towards me, he analyzes my face. I dare not to look back, my mind going blank.

“Is this considered kidnapping?” I reply, earning a chuckle from him.

“It might be, want to keep you all to myself,” he quickly answers with a grin. It sucks that we’re both sarcastic because a small part of me wishes those words meant something to him.

“Should I call the police now or when we get there,” I continue with the skit, laughing inside at how stupid we sound.

“Will you visit me in jail?” he asks, with genuine interest in his eyes. I stare back with furrowed brows.

“Probably not, I might send you a postcard though,” I grin, teasing his curiosity with more sarcasm. We both end up laughing. As much as I regret it, I feel safe and comfortable when I’m around him. I wonder if he does too. I don’t know much about him aside from his academics and poor judgment in picking a band name. Bulletproof Boys. What a goof.

The drive ended up being longer than I expected. This might actually be the last thing I do, ever. All jokes aside though, I couldn’t help but doze off, feeling the fresh breeze on my face. Noticing my sleeping state, Jungkook lowered the radio and put his hoodie over my body, careful not to wake me. After another half an hour, I felt the car stop.

“Wake up sleepy head,” Jungkook whispers as I shift in my seat. Rubbing my eyes, I try to make out our location. It’s a beach. Beautiful one, to say the least.

“Here, put this one, it’s getting chilly,” he says handing me his jacket, which I put on over his hoodie. It’s as if my plan is going backwards. Nonetheless, Jungkook locks the car and leads the way towards the sand. The sun began to set as the sky radiated a beautiful palette of blue, orange, and yellow hues.

“Where are we?” I ask, stumbling over the little rocks. Catching my form, Jungkook intertwines his arm with mine, letting out a chuckle.

“This is my safe escape, I used to come here often with the boys when we were in high school,” he explains.

“Your safe escape?” I repeat softly under my breath. How did the person I tried to avoid, bring me to the destination I created the distance for? I shake my head, looking up at Jungkook.

“What?” he lowers his gaze, noticing my red cheeks. He lets out a soft grin, cupping my face and bringing our bodies closer. “You’re cold, can’t have you getting sick because of me again,” he whispers as I smile into his embrace.

We walk on shore, running from the emerging waves like little kids. There’s no one else here, just the two of us. We laugh at the thrill of each other's company and watch the sun finally set. That is before, Jungkook quickly grabs his phone and pulls me in front of him.

“Smile, I want to remember this,” he giggles, his smile growing wider as I pose for the photo.

Before heading back, we decided to stop by a local dumpling place, where the lovely owner treated us to some specials on the house.

“Do you know her?” I ask, genuinely concerned about the extent of her kindness.

“Just a natural charmer,” Jungkook replies, sending a quick wink. I scoff, trying not to roll my eyes, as the lady brings us some fresh jasmine tea. We bow, and thank her for the food.

“OH,” I gasped. “There's shrimp dumplings, I love shrimp dumplings,” a squeal escapes my mouth as I close my eyes in pure satisfaction. It's a dish that reminds me of home, my family, and my mom specifically. When I was little we used to spend every Friday prepping batches of dumplings with various fillings. Shrimp was always my favourite. Looking up, I meet Jungkook’s eyes which are filled with pure adoration. Leaning in, he wipes the bottom of my lip before ordering two more batches of dumplings.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m full already,” I quickly reassure him, nodding my head. He leans back on his chair and lets out a soft smile.

“Whatever we don’t finish we can pack up,” he replies softly, analyzing every feature on my face, which in turn begins to flush. I break the eye contact and look around the place.

“Oh hey look, there's a photobooth,” I point, getting Jungkook’s attention. After packing the food, we cleaned our table and made our way to the booth. It had lots of accessories to choose from. Glasses, hats, wigs, even full-on costumes. Rummaging through the shelves, Jungkook yelped in excitement, attaching a peach hairclip to a tiara before carefully placing it on my head.

“Looking good, Princess Peach,” he grins, exposing his bunny teeth, and turning me towards the mirror. I can’t help but laugh, slapping his forearm in embarrassment.

There were no Mario props but I did find an Iron Man hat and if I’m not mistaken that was Jungkook’s favorite superhero. Calling his name to turn around, Jungkook began to clap at my discovery, and with that, we were ready for the pictures. Princess Peach and Iron Man, what a duo.

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vintage-retro-queen · 7 months

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Chapter Two-Too Bad the Sandman Isn't Here (The Big Sleep)

It was just another ordinary morning like any other for the campers in Camp Wawanawkwa.

Where they are all in their cabins, still asleep in their little dreams. However, when they hear the sound of an air horn going off in front of a megaphone, startling them all awake. All but two girls, Lucy and Marinette. As the two woke up, Lucy stretched her arms and lets out a yawn like a kitten would after taking a nap.

After they both got dressed and walked out of their side of the cabin, they looked to see everyone was already outside. "Glad you two can join us, girls," Chris said. He then continues talking to the rest of the still, tired campers. "Okay, now that everyone's here, I hope you're all ready because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute." "Oh, excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast," said Owen. "Oh, you'll get breakfast, Owen." Chris said, "Right after you complete your twenty-kilometer run, around the lake."

"Oh, so you're funny now?" Eva questioned, not liking Chris's motives, and started marching towards him with her left hand formed into a fist, ready to punch a man to a bloody pulp. "You know what I think would be funny-" Before Eva can do anything, she is pulled back by Geoff and Duncan. "Eva, try to control your temper?" Courtney whispered to her. Eva then turns to Chris again. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked. "A little," Chris admits. "You have thirty seconds."

CONFESSIONAL: COURTNEY

"Okay, that girl, Eva, has got to get a handle on her temper. She's only been here one day, and she's already thrown her suitcase out a window and broken the lock on one of the bathroom doors."

After that, they already started to prepare for their kilometer run. "Okay, runners! On your marks, get set, go!" with that, they all started running. All but Marinette and Lucy.

CONFESSIONAL: LUCY

"Nettie and I were a bit suspicious about us awake so early and are told to do a run around a lake."

CONFESSIONAL: MARINETTE

"As a result, Lucy and I decided to walk instead. That way, we can see what this challenge is."

As Marinette and Lucy walked around the lake, Harold started to break the ice, asking one question. "Do you know how much longer?" he asked. "Not sure. But you have to admit, it is nice to head out and get some fresh air now and then," said Marinette. "Still true," Lucy added.

"Pick it up, people!" Chris said in a megaphone. "If you're not back by dinnertime, you don't eat!" After a while of walking, they made it back to the main lodge. And Owen slams the door open. "Clear a table, stat!" he exclaimed. As Lucy and Marinette walked to their table, Gwen started to talk, "Hey, wait a minute, if they lost, that means we won the challenge." she said. As most of the Screaming Gophers cheer for their victory, Chris stops them. "Whoa there! Hold your horses, guys. That wasn't the challenge." he said. "What did you just say?" asked Gwen.

"Who's hungry?" there, they all see a table full of home-cooked food.

CONFESSIONAL: GWEN

"After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet."

CONFESSIONAL: MARINETTE

"I must admit, the buffet table looked amazing. However, since there were still suspicions about the running and the buffet, I decided to stick with something light. Such as a bread roll and maybe some of the salad."

CONFESSIONAL: LUCY

"As much as I want to enjoy a delicious home-cooked meal as if it was home if my hunch is correct, I'm just going to do the right thing and stick to the salad."

Marinette finishes eating her bread roll as she and Lucy see the others finished stuffing themselves with what was left on the buffet table. 'Boy, they sure ate a lot. And here I thought Mister Criminally-Insane-Though was the master of eating a lot and still having a built figure.' Lucy thought jokingly and quietly snickered to her little self-joke. Chris then jumps on the table with a megaphone in hand. "Okay, campers! Time for part two of your challenge," he said. "I thought eating was the second part," said Owen.

"What more do you want from us?" "Weird goth girl is right. Haven't we been through enough?" asked Heather. "Um, let me think about that. No! It's time for the Awake-a-thon!" Chris announced. "The what-a-thon?" Owen asked. "Hm. I'm not surprised." Lucy said, crossing her arms, and Marinette nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, this is an easy one. The team with the last camper standing wins invincibility." "So what you're saying is the 20k run and the turkey-eating frenzy were part of your evil plan to make it harder for us to stay awake?" asked Gwen. "That's right, Gwen." "Man, he's good."

After Chris told them to move, everyone started heading out of the main lodge to the campsite to start the Awake-a-thon. "So, how long do you think it'll be before everyone's out cold?" Trent asked Gwen, Lucy, and Marinette. "About an hour, give or take," Gwen said, giving Trent her answer. As they see Owen walking past them, looking as if he is going to pass out at any second, Gwen added, "Maybe less."

Twelve hours later, everyone was already too tired, had bags under their eyes, yawning away, and looked as if they are about to pass out at any minute or any second. All but the last two, Marinette and Lucy. Who are just sitting there.

CONFESSIONAL: GWEN

"The Awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life."

CONFESSIONAL: LUCY

"Just as Nettie and I suspected. But then again, I feel like this challenge will be a walk in the park. This brings back some memories of when I was with some old friends of mine when I was five and six years old. I know I was too young to do any of that at night, but still. It's pretty much an easy task for me. I got this one in the bag."

CONFESSIONAL: MARINETTE

"This won't be too bad. I always take all-nighters whenever I have to do homework, work on design ideas, and work on commissions for my clients. So this won't be so hard."

As they all continued with the Awake-a-thon, Owen was already down and out. "This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life." "Tell me about it. I can't read any of my Stephanie Queen books during this whole ordeal." Lucy said, upset she couldn't read her favorite books for the challenge. "Could be way worse," said Trent. "How?" asked Marinette. "I could be stuck here without you to talk to," he said to Marinette, making her smile. Gwen smiles, seeing that Trent is talking to Marinette.

CONFESSIONAL: GWEN

"Not gonna lie, but for some reason, I can actually see those two being together when this whole crazed storm of a show is over. Those two, totally deserve each other."

CONFESSIONAL: HEATHER

"So, my strategy is to get two other campers to form an alliance with me and take to the Final Three. The only question is, who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?"

"Um, Lindsay? What are you doing there, Bambina?" Lucy asked as she and Gwen saw Lindsay in a mid-handstand position. "I'm trying to get the blood to rush to my head. I think it's working." "Can I try?" Beth asked her. And Lindsay told her sure. "I wouldn't do that if I were you two," Lucy said worriedly. "Lindsay, Beth, can I talk to you for a second?" Heather called. As they head over to her, Lucy, Marinette, and the rest of the campers continue with the Awake-a-thon while Heather talks to Beth and Lindsay.

As the sun went down, some of the campers were already asleep while the rest of them were still trying to stay awake. Which leaves eleven Screaming Gophers and seven Killer Bass still awake. "Congratulations, campers. You've made it to the twenty-four-hour mark. Time to take things up a notch. Fairy tales." "Oh, he's not serious!" Gwen exclaimed. "I know, out of all things, he has to choose fairytales? I could be reading Stephanie Queen's Critter Crematorium by now!" Lucy complained. As Chris read, more and more of the campers started to fall asleep while others were still trying to stay awake.

Now, there were six Screaming Gophers and four Killer Bass still awake. Meanwhile, Gwen, Trent, Lucy, and Marinette started to have a small talk to pass the time. "Okay, favorite song?" "Jagged's song tribute to the Parisian heroine Ladybug," Marinette said. "Too Cool for School by my favorite late Drummer of KISS himself, the Fox, Eric Carr," Lucy said, crossing her heart for the late drummer. "She Would be Loved. Favorite color?" "Pink and red." Marinette answers. "All colors from the 50s to the millennial 2000s. Oh, and black and Navy blue, of course," said Lucy. "Midnight blue." "Ah, mysterious. Nice," Lucy complimented. "Alright, favorite video game?" "Death Arise," said Gwen. "Music Gods," Trent said. "Ultimate Mecha Strike III," said Marinette. "What about you, Lucy?" "Victorian Servant: The Truth for the Vixen's Secret." "Sounds like a great video game, Lucy." "Well, not gonna lie, my friends back home and I needed a break from stuff related to violent and horror-like video games now and then," Lucy admits. Then, Gwen starts to yawn. "Whoa, hey now, don't fall asleep on us now, sorella," Lucy said as she, Trent, and Marinette helped her. "Okay, quick. Favorite movie moment." Marinette says as she and her friends try to help Gwen stay awake. "You guys are gonna think it's cheesy," Gwen warns. "We promise we won't," Trent said, with Marinette nodding in agreement. "Okay, the kiss at the end of that road-trip movie. You know, with the guy and the three girls?" "Oh, yeah! I remember that." Marinette said. "Hey, that one is one of the best classics," Lucy said, crossing her arms and nodding in approval. "You like that movie?" Trent asked with a chuckle. Just then, Marinette then noticed something.

"Hey, where did Owen go?" she and Lucy looked to see that Owen was not there. "That's odd. He was there a while ago." Lucy said, raising a brow. "Uh...it might be best you guys don't want to know," Gwen said awkwardly as she and Trent saw what they both wished they never saw was Owen sleep-streaking. Meanwhile, Lucy and Marinette both looked at Gwen and Trent confused.

CONFESSIONAL: OWEN

"Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup? Funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk."

The four then continued on when they saw Sadie and Katie both sleeping together at the same time. "Oh, cool. They even sleep together." Trent said. "It's actually cute, really." said Marinette.

A little while later, the four friends are lying on the ground, looking at the stars. "You guys still awake?" asked Trent. "I am," Marinette said. "Is that even a question?" Lucy questions, crossing her arms. "Yeah. It's weird, but I think I'm so tired, I'm not tired anymore," said Gwen. "Does that make sense?" "I really have no idea," Trent answered. "Hey, Nettie. You know where the Little Dipper is again? I forget." Lucy admitted. "You guys see the Big Dipper? Follow the handle to that bright star, the pole star, and it's right there." "Ah, cool." "Awesome."

It's been fifty-one hours and still counting, and the four started to notice something odd about Justin. Gwen noticed first saying, "Look at him. He's like a statue." "A statue? More like a realistic standee for a model class." Lucy explains. "This guy hasn't moved in like, over fifty hours or so." Gwen, Trent, and Lucy tried to wake Justin up, while Marinette walked up closer to him. "Amazing!" she said. "Just look at the concentration." Then, Marinette taps Justin's face, which causes him to shake his head, which surprises her. What surprises her and her friends the most is when Justin opens his blue eyes, which causes them to gasp and Marinette to jump in surprise and fear.

"His eyelids are painted. I saw it!" Eva pointed out, which got Chris's attention. "Get out," he said in disbelief. "Oh, I've got to see this." Chris runs to see that Justin has painted his eyelids. "That is so crazy incredible! But you're still out, dude." he said. With that, that leaves five Screaming Gophers still awake for the challenge.

Two days later, by the next morning, Marinette was still awake with Lucy, however, the bags in their eyes were telling another story. Just then, Marinette noticed Duncan doing something while Harold was sleeping. He takes Harold's hand and places it in a cup of water. Then, "Oh, gross, it works! Dude peed his pants!" Duncan exclaimed, waking Harold up. As Harold wakes up, he realizes that he did and tries to cover himself in embarrassment. "Duncan! Why did you do that?!" Marinette said, running towards the scene. "Ah, come on, dollface. You gotta admit that was hilarious." said Duncan. Marinette glares at him, the same way she would at Roth when he tried to plagiarize Kitty Section's song and her designs back in Paris. "Maybe for you, but that is still wrong. How immature can you be?"

CONFESSIONAL: DUNCAN

"Fiesty. I like that in a chick."

CONFESSIONAL: LUCY

"I saw that too, and believe it or not, but I've been through a lot of weird stuff back at my old high school, but that, that was just the lowest of low, even for Mr. Juvie Boy. That was just wrong. But aside from all of that, I got to get the bright side of things." Lucy then grabs a vintage-looking camera, takes a finished photograph out of it, and reveals the photograph to be Noah kissing Cody's ear. "Ha! We've been here for a week, and we're already getting a first ship. How fun is this in our second challenge?"

CONFESSIONAL: NOAH

"I didn't know it was Cody! I thought I was kissing Marinette!" Noah then realized what he said five seconds later. "No! I mean-AGH!"

After a while, Gwen started to yawn. "I'd kill for a coffee right now," she said. Lucy was taking a couple of whiffs of an essential oil. Until she opened her eyes and turned her head to Gwen. "Sorry, Gwen. Did you say something?" Before Gwen can ask what Lucy is sniffing, Chris walks in with a cup of coffee in hand. "What is the matter with you people?" he asks, sipping his coffee. "Come on, fall asleep already." Just then, Gwen grabs Chris by the leg. "You got to hook me up, man." She said. "I'll even eat the grinds. Anything!" "All right, you seven stay with me. The rest of you go and get a shower, for heaven's sake. You stink!" Chris said, sipping more of his coffee. 'Well, what do you expect McLean? You're the one who's making us this insanity you call an Awake-a-thon.' Lucy thought unamused as she continued sniffing her essential oil. She then turns to Marinette, who seems to be ready to fall asleep. Before the girl can close her eyes, Lucy quickly has the essential oil right in front of Marinette's face and under her nose. And with a couple of whiffs, Marinette's eyes were wide open.

"Huh?! Wha? Whe-where am I?" she gasped, looking around, looking awake. "I didn't want it to come to this." Chris started, getting both her and Lucy's attention. "I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, "Chef, I don't want it to come to this." But darn it, these campers are tough. And so, I've come up with the most boring, sleep-inducing activity I can find."

CONFESSIONAL: GWEN

"Oh, come on. What now? Okay, you know what? Bring it on."

Just then, Chris opens a book, which Marinette and Lucy both realize that it was a...

"The History of Canada. A pop-up book. Chapter One."

'You're kidding, right?' Lucy thought as she and Marinette both looked unamused. 'I'd rather listen to Lila keep on lying about the host of the Puppy Bachelorette, Blainley.' Marinette thought while the other five groaned and Gwen let out a 'Stink!'

As Chris goes on and on in the book, it brung Eva, Heather, Gwen, and Trent to sleep. 'Elder Gods Dangit!' Lucy thought in frustration.

A little while later, Chris announced to the still awake three campers, "Time for a bathroom break. Any takers?" he asked. "I've held it this long, sweetheart," said Duncan. "I can go all day." Lucy scoffs. "Yeah, but I doubt you can hold it for another ten chapters." hearing that, causes Duncan to change his mind, and head to the bathroom. "You've got five minutes." Chris said. "Long as you don't mind a little company." "Fine, but stay out of the stall." Duncan warns.

After a little while, Lucy and Marinette started to feel extremely tired. That was until Chris received some intel from an intern. "And we have news. It looks like Duncan's taken a dive on the can, which means there is not one, but two official winners of the Awake-a-thon. And those two winners are...."

"Is it just me? Or is that a sorcerer from a different realm with an evil smirk heading our way?" Lucy mumbly asked with Marinette mumbly responding, "That depends. Is the sorcerer holding a dark purple butterfly that looks like an akuma we get from in Paris in his hand all of a sudden?" after that, the girls then fell back first, fast asleep, knocked out cold.

"Lucy and Marinette! The Screaming Gophers win!"

After taking the two winners, Gwen, and Trent back to their cabin and putting them to bed, there was a commotion going on in the Killer Bass's cabin. Where Eva was trashing the girl's side of the said cabin in anger, in search of something that seemed important to her. Heather decided to "walk in and see what was going on". "Hey, guys. Wow, this place is a real mess," she said. "Someone stole Eva's MP3 player," Courtney explained to her. Heather then "realized" and asked, "You don't mean this, do you?" as she showed the MP3 player that got Eva's attention. As she ran to Heather, Heather "Explained" to them, "I was wondering who it belonged to. I found it by the campfire pit. You must've dropped it." Evan thanked her and Heather responded with a "Sure thing" and walked off.

CONFESSIONAL: HEATHER

"Turn a team against their own team members? Easiest trick in the book."

When the Killer Bass's elimination ceremony came around in the evening, Chris walked to them and spoke.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only nine marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow, must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave. And you can never come back, ever." Chris then moves on with the names of the campers who are safe. "The first marshmallow goes to Duncan. Bridgette. Courtney. Katie and Sadie. Tyler. D.J.. Geoff. Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening... Harold. Eva, the Dock of Shame awaits.”

"Nice. Really nice." Eva said to the other campers, looking as mad as a raging bull. "Who needs this lame-o T.V. show, anyway?" as she stomps off to the Dock of Shame, she ragingly kicks Chris in the shin. As he lets out an 'ow' and holds his possibly bruised leg, he turns to the Killer Bass, telling them, "Have a good night's sleep tonight. You're all safe."

CONFESSIONAL: COURTNEY

"See? I told you. You can't act like a total raging psychopath and then expect people to just forgive you, no matter how tough and strong and fast you are." Courtney explains and crosses her arms, "She's never gonna have a career if she doesn't get her act together."

CONFESSIONAL: HEATHER

"So, Eva was one of their strongest players, and now she's gone. I am so running this game."

As Eva is in the Boat of Losers, she starts to talk, "I guess my temper got the better of me. Again. But whatever, they just lost their fiercest competitor. I hope they realize that." Just then, she feels something in her pocket. She checks to see that it is a little charm that has Rosie the Riveter that has words that say, 'Stay Strong, Eva! You Can Do It!', an essential oil that is labeled 'Anger Management', and a note that says, "To the strongest gal we know, M & L" Eva smiles, "But then again, there are some people that are actually understanding." she said.

Meanwhile, back at the Screaming Gophers' cabin, Lucy and Marinette, both smiled small in their sleep.

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f1tasies · 1 year

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a bit jealous and angry pierre fwb smut propt (marking each other after being jealous)

Sorry anon, this has been in the works for a while and we'll, it got out of hand. Hope you like this veeeeryyy verrrry late reply <333

You run into each other at a street race— one organized by your friend, Kiyo.

“You better bring everything you have tonight,” she tells you. “We have some real talent tonight.”

You put out your cigarette on the stone bench, quickly formulating a response. “So you’re saying I don’t have talent?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Not the way he does," Kiyo shrugs. "He’s from France.”

Her nails clack against the windows of your modded car. You clench your teeth: You’d spent a lot of time, effort and money on it.

Not it, but her, you correct yourself. She was a real beauty.

“So what?” You clasp the steering wheel. “I’m from Japan.”

“Just be careful. Lots of bets on him. Let’s prove them wrong, yeah?” she mutters. “I’ll pay you double if you beat him.”

“I can handle anyone. Especially when money is involved.” You wink at her, pulling down your shades.

She nods, and gestures for all the other cars to join you at the start line.

“Ladies and Gentleman!” Kiyo's voice echoes out of a megaphone. “Who’s ready for the Wheel of Fortune?”

You groan.

Wheel of fortune was the most unpredictable of street circuit events. With a newcomer? It was not bound to end well. But you thrive on chaos, you remind yourself.

A man you fondly recognize as Luke brings out the damned Wheel of Fortune from the side, and Kiyo selects a random person from the crowd to spin it.

“As hard as you can!” She reminds them, and the boy yanks on the wheel. The lights hypnotize you as the wheel spins around, but you quickly snap out of it. The pointer lands on 47, and Kiyo pulls the corresponding envelope from a box.

The evil smile on her face tells you everything you need to know. The event was going to be one hundred percent embarrassing.

“Drivers!” she announces. “Pick a partner!”

Oh, you think. A co-driver assignment shouldn’t be that hard. Luke would be a great pick, because he mostly let you do your own thing. All he cared about was going fast.

You pop your head out of the window and wave at Luke. He smiles at you, his dark skin glistening with sweat.

“Should be fun, yeah?” you offer him a fist bump. He obliges, and gets in the car.

“Very,” Luke laughs. You get the feeling he knows something you don’t, and the intensity of his gaze sends prickles down your spine.

You adjust the settings of your car to your liking and then wait for everyone to settle down.

“Drivers!” Kiyo’s voice booms through the large speakers. “Today’s challenge is all about handling distractions.”

She peels off her red leather jacket, showing off her collarbone and incredibly fit torso.“Can you keep your eyes-” she holds it out, ready to drop it. “On the prize?” She cocks an eyebrow at the crowd. You think you hear someone faint. To be fair, she was stunning.

“Your co-drivers are allowed to use everything on you. In fact, they’re encouraged to go above and beyond to distract you.”

You hear the faint hum of a vibrator on your left, and slightly panic.

“Luke?” you whimper. “Are you serious?”

“Come on,” he smirks. “You and I both liked last week.”

It wasn’t a lie. Luke was exceptionally hot and very skilled with a stick. But distracting you while driving, it would be impossible.

Suddenly, a man in a Ferrari jacket jogs up to Kiyo, whispering something in her ear.

“Ah yes, of course!” she claps her hands to gather everyone’s attention. “I’d like you all to welcome Pierre Gasly!”

Your heart skips a beat. Pierre? Here? This was the frenchman tonight?

“You know him?” Luke asks you.

“Well, I used to be a professional. We raced together a few times,” you supply the short version. The longer answer was that you fucked him. More than once. You’d just started your European career and well, he was pretty and nice and sweet and so fucking hot. He looked at you like no one else ever had. But he didn’t want a girlfriend.

“Just once every week,” he told you. “I don’t want to get attached.”

You agreed. The sex was that good. But well, offers didn’t come as easy to you as they did Pierre. He moved on to bigger things, and you moved back home, choosing to finish a degree.

Your day job was accounting, and your parents were okay with it. You’d take over the family business one day. Your night activities though, that was the real you.

Like tonight. You rubbed your palms together. Tonight would be a great time for revenge.

The man in the Ferrari jacket slips into the car beside you. You roll down your window and call out Pierre’s name.

He looks at you like he saw a ghost. You smile, coyly.

"Want to put on a show?" Luke asks you. You nod, and you take off your shirt, leaving you in a flimsy, lacy bra. You shiver, but you don't know if it's the cold or something else. Kiyo would probably say someone else.

“Like what you see?” you wink at Pierre, trying to get back in the zone. Sometimes, you have to play dirty to win. “Not gonna be yours tonight.”

He ignores you and instead tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

“On your marks!” Kiyo screaches into the megaphone.

You hollow your cheeks, feeling just a bit conscious about using your body to get what you wanted.

"Get set!"

You place your hand on the gear stick, steadying yourself. Luke pats your back.

"Relax baby," he soothes you. "You got this."

When she says go, you floor it.

—

Luke's pretty chill with the distractions. There's a camera in your car that shows everything that happens inside, so every 5 minutes or so his hand would creep up on your thighs and feel you in between.

You were okay with that, Luke was a pretty good lay and if it weren't for the driving aspect you would've made out with him then and there.

He doesn't use the vibrator yet and you don't really give him reason to. You knew how to play the audience.

That is, until a Honda Acura pulls up beside you. Pierre fucking Gasly. You just know.

In a moment of weakness, you look right. The man in Pierre's passenger seat meets your eyes, and mock salutes you. Then, he undoes his belt buckle, pulling it off of his waist and holding it up to you.

You turn your eyes back to the road, there's a drift turn coming up and you had to be cautious, but based on Luke's reactions, whatever's happening in the Acura isn't good.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Luke mumbles. "A blowjob? Seriously?"

Your mind goes blank. What?

"If you wanna win we have to up our game baby," Luke mumbles.

You had faith in yourself. You weren't a professional driver for nothing. You can handle distractions. Even if they come from hot men.

"Okay," you nod curtly, giving consent.

Luke kisses your neck and whispers into your ear.

"If you can do some acting, it'll look like our distraction is much much more effective."

Acting on top of driving? They should hire you for the next Fast and Furious movie.

You kiss him back in way of answer, never taking your eyes off the road.

The Acura and your car are neck to neck, could be anyone's race at this point.

The faint buzz of the vibrator fills the car Luke edges it towards you, slowly bringing it your thigh. The pace at which he was going was slower than a snail, and had it been any other time you would've taken things into your hands and shoved the damn thing inside of you. But tonight was all about distraction. All about the show. If the people wanted a show, they were gonna get it.

"You have full access to my body Luke," you tell him. "Do whatever's necessary."

"This is going to be fun," he licks his lips, and takes your panties to the side, making way for the vibrator.

The second it hits you, you almost drive into a pole. Fuck. It had been a few days, and you were feeling a little sensitive. The fact that your old fuckbuddy was here made things even worse.

You were on the drift tower now, nearing the end of the course. It was a straight grind up- something you could do in your sleep by now. But you couldn't underestimate Pierre. There was also the fact that Luke was getting kinda handsy now.

"I can go down on you," he switches the vibrator off, but keeps pistoning it between your legs. A familiar pressure slowly builds inside you. "The crowd would like that-"

Your thighs clench involuntarily. "Fuck, Pierre, yes whatever you say I'll -" you babble incomprehensibly.

"Just like that baby," Luke coaxes moan after moan from you, with the vibrator turned on to the highest setting. His fingers brush over your clit, sending you into a hot wet convulsing mess.

"Merde! Je ne peux pas, I fucking can't Pierre, I-"

Your release hits you hard and fast but the assault on your senses doesn't stop there.

"Do you have something you want to get off your chest?" Luke smiles, knowingly.

"For fuck's sake you have to- What? No?" You deny. You realized your mistake. You were royally screwed. You start panicking.

Thankfully, you reach the top of the tower without a scratch, and stop your car in front of the Buzzer. Whoever hits it first, wins. That was the rule.

"You didn't say my name out there," Luke teases. "Are you sure you're good?"

Pierre and his boytoy follow you, not that far behind. It could've been anyone's race. But it was yours.

Kiyo hands you a bottle of champagne, and places a crown on your head.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your new Drift King!" She announces your name and helps you on the top step of the podium.

When Pierre climbs to take number two, your eyes meet, and for the briefest moment, you sense anger in him. But his expression quickly goes neutral and he smiles at you calmly. The calm before a storm, you think.

The champagne bottle is big, and when you finish spraying it on Luke and dumping more than half of it on Kiyo, you put the drink to your lips, savoring its bubbly flavor. It'd been a long night, and you sat on the side of the track, quite a bit away from the celebrations on the start line.

"Hard to forget the taste of victory, no?" Pierre's smooth voice comes up behind you.

"Why do you think I'd forget?" You put a hand on your hips, eyeing him accusingly.

"Considering you had to settle for the consolation prize," he shrugs, stealing a swig from your bottle.

"Consolation?"

"In the car. I could tell you were thinking of someone else."

"Of course," you snarl. "You had time to check me out while racing against me."

"Not my fault you make it so obvious."

"You know what? Fuck you Pierre."

"Three years and you're still not over me?"

You pause, thinking your words through. "I'd think you're the one not over me."

He pulls you closer to him, until his lips brush your ears. "Never. Do you know how I felt? Watching someone else pleasure you like I did?'

You look at his jaw, dripping with champagne. "Big words from someone who never wanted commitment."

"I-" he looks down. "Was afraid. I'm not anymore."

He closes his eyes and leans in. Even though you know you shouldn't, you can't stop yourself. He pulls you like a magnet, and your lips crash into his.

He tastes like champagne. Like victory. A reward, all dolled up for you in that white racing suit. Your hands roam around his sides, inching downwards. He leans into your touch, pushing into you. His knee forces itself between your thighs and the friction between your legs makes you moan.

"I knew you'd like that," he whispers in your ear. His kisses on your neck seem desperate, like he's trying to prove a point. It feels incredible, and then there's the slight twinge of pain.

"What was that?" You ask him, unsure what he was trying to play at.

"Well, you're mine. Only mine. I guess that should make it obvious."

You were beyond angry. He deserves to be taught a lesson, you think. So you smile and play along; softly kissing his cheek and then licking a stripe straight down- down his neck, his collarbones, his chest, his deliciously sculpted abs, the vee of pelvis - and then you stop.

You take his dick into your hands and story pumping. Even after all these years, you know exactly how he likes it. While he's distracted, you put the next part of your plan into motion.

You start kissing his thighs, softly, slowly increasing pressure. Then, you suck so hard you're sure it'll leave a mark. Pierre was way too gone to even notice what you were doing to him. Until it was too late.

"Seriously?" He sighs, mid-pant.

"An eye for an eye, no?" You look at him innocently, doe eyes and all. "A little gift for your boy-toy."

"Fuck this." He grabs you up, like you weigh nothing. "How about we continue this in my hotel room?"

"You're paying for my ride back," you cross your arms, but don't say no.

"Pay for your ride?" He kisses you, soft and gentle, and for a minute, you're reminded of what it meant to you, all those years ago. "I'll drive you back myself."

#pg #f1tasy #anon #f1 smut #f1tasies #asks #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly fanfiction #one shot

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fancam! 08. i’m heeseung from enhypen

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“hello.” you hear a soft voice behind you.

you aren’t dumb (well, more or less). you saw heeseung going with his members and manager backstage to take some pictures after the performance, freaked out, then saw him coming back and freaked out even more.

you aren’t like the other girls, though. you don’t want him to think you’re a desperate fan — which you truly are — and just give him the impression of a cool, confident camerawoman who definitely isn’t shitting her pants at the very slight sight of him.

so after sneakily seeing him make his way to you through the many cameramen and staff, whispering sweet apologies whenever he felt like he was disturbing their work with his presence in any way, you turned around immediately and pretended to work on the settings on your camera.

“hi, i’m heeseung from enhypen.” he continues, scratching the back of his head. you finally turn around to face him, trying to seem as casual as possible.

it takes everything you have to not piss your pants right here, right now.

you know heeseung is beautiful, but… oh, up close — he’s absolutely ethereal. his features are so soft but manly at the same time and his face was still glistening with the smallest layer of sweat. his lips are tinted and glossy and he looks like a lost deer with his pretty dark eyes. camera doesn’t do him justice at all.

“i’m the guy you’re filming, you know—”

“hi!” you try to be chill but the sound that comes out of your mouth is an excited squeak. “i’m y/n, the one who films you.”

“you’re so— um, you’re doing such a great job.” he smiles shyly and looks down at you with doe eyes. “everyone complimented my fancams.”

“i know! you’ve been trending on twitter for a long time!” you exclaim, holding yourself back from clapping your hands.

“you’ve been searching my name up?”

“no— what?” you widen your eyes. “my— shin minjae told me that.” you blurt out the first name that comes to your mind, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat.

“oh.” his face lightly drops but you don’t notice. “i’m sure he did.”

your phone starts ringing before you can say something and you quickly take it out from the back pocket of your jeans.

“oh, it’s just my uncle.” you sigh. “my god, i’m so single.” you whisper to yourself but heeseung hears it all.

“wait, you’re si—”

“lee heeseung from enhypen, let’s go!” his manager yells from out of nowhere through a giant megaphone, his members gathered next to him already.

he visibly cringes and looks around to make sure no one paid attention to the embarrassing way manager sejin called for him.

“i’m so sorry, i have to go. it was so nice meeting you, i hope we’ll talk again soon!” he throws a sweet smile and you could catch a glimpse of the little dimple on his right cheek. “we have a stage tomorrow on show champion!”

yeah, like you could forget.

“bye, heeseung! you’re so cool!” you wave.

you said the first thing that came to your mind and mentally punched yourself, but heeseung left with a smile after hearing your compliment.

he hasn’t smiled in a long time.

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notes: it’s heeseung from enhypen

PAIRING. idol!heeseung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. you’re a rookie camerawoman for kpop music shows and you’re designed to film lee heeseung’s focused fancams for this enhypen comeback. you know he’s just an idol but… you spent $500 on a 4k mirrorless full frame 12.1 mp camera just to catch a better glimpse of him.

GENRE. social media au with written parts, humor, romance, fluff

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i-eat-worlds · 5 months

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Alex & Friends Part 20-Aquatic Operations

Can you believe that we’ve gotten to 20 chapters of this series?

cw: used as bait, tension and suspense

Alex grunted as she pushed herself over the railing, hip protesting when she landed on the rocks by the edge of the river. She chose her steps carefully as she made her way across the uneven ground.“Welcome aboard,” Sil greeted as he climbed over the inflated sides of the boat and tumbled in.

“Thank you, captain,” Alex said, giving him a joking, two-fingered salute. Joseph, Eric and Gecko clambered in behind them.

Eric made a quick report to Wolfman over his comms as Sil pushed off. They floated away from the bank for a little bit before it was deep enough for Sil to use the engine. The boat puttered towards the force field, the other piers looming ominously overhead.

Sil put some distance between the barrier and the boat, steering it down the river so they could approach the pier from a better angle. The boat rocked in the waves of the Thames, life jacket rubbing against her cheek. It was quieter out on the water, and with nobody talking, it was a little bit eerie.

After he was a good distance away from the force-field, Sil cut the engine. He turned back to Eric. “This is your show now.”

Eric said something into his coms, then raised the megaphone to speak. “I’m Unshakable of the International Superhero Alliance.” He paused, for dramatic effect? Maybe. “We've come to accept your deal.” Alex couldn’t tell if the defeat in his voice was real or not.

The force field flickered, and Alex could practically hear him yelling “not yet!” at an underling. “Show her to me.” A voice boomed. It was obviously being amplified by someone's powers.

Eric whispered a quiet apology in her ear, then heaved her up. “I’ve got her right here.”

“No mask,” the voice commanded. She heard Eric sigh softly behind her before he pulled the mask down o her face. After a painfully tense moment, the eld slowly started to dissolve.

A shiver ran down her spine as Sil eased the boat forward. Only the right side of the pier was available for them to dock-the left side had the gate raised for maintenance-and even then, the deck was pretty far off the water. Luckily, as they got closer, they realized that there were wooden planks driven into the concrete that would allow them to board the platform.

“Somebody get ready to hold on,” Sil said. The boat bumped against the concrete, and Joseph reached out and grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder. His fingernails dug into the wood as he held on.

Eric turned to Gecko. “Any warning bells going off?”

They shook their head. “He’s a little worried, but he feels confident.” She reported. Her nostrils seemed to flare when she spoke, like they’d seen something they didn’t like.

“Alright, after me.” Eric took the rope from Sil’s hand, and, after maneuvering around Joseph’s hands and arms, started up the ladder. Once he moored the boat to the railing at the top, everyone else followed.

Joseph went first, then Alex, and finally Gecko. Her hip protested as she climbed, not liking the movement, and she gripped the rung extra hard when she climbed over the green concrete at the tide line. Even though it wasn’t particularly chilly out, and her suit kept her well insulated, she was still shivering by the time she reached the top.

Alex hiked her foot up and jumped the railing. Her feet landed on the concrete of the platform, and the anticipation that had been building reached a crescendo. Zorland was here.

This time, she would stop at nothing to prevent him from getting the upper hand.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @oc-writing-corner

#worlds babbles #whump #action #used as bait #whump writing #im vibrating right now

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total-drama-takes-takes-2 · 10 months

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tti episode 20

“Last time on Total Takes Island: the campers set foot on the most wild parts of the island to practice the ancient pastime of trapping animals using whatever they could find. Ass-slash-Natalie conned McLovin into helping them when Julia was too busy trying to get Staci out of a sticky situation after she discovered Patrick had been working with the long-eliminated Kitty. Michael and Bonnie bonded over missing their friends, and Michael cinched the win. Ultimately, Patrick’s scheming got Staci eliminated, leaving only six campers left. Who will be mauled by bears today? And who will form another shaky alliance? Find out now, on Total! Takes! Island!”

Ass and Julia sit on the girls’ and such cabin steps early in the morning, the former filing their nails again and the latter reading War and Peace out loud.

Finally, Julia sighs, slamming the heavy book shut. “Am I done yet? This is boring,”

“No, this is educational. Not everything can be solved through software and the internet or whatever it is you do,” Ass rolls their eyes. “I swear, this generation!”

Patrick walks by, smiling merrily and waving on his way to the mess hall for a late breakfast. Ass glares.

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ASS: “Okay, so Julia’s idea of using Patrick was dumb, obviously. I’m not making that mistake again. But I still need her on my side, seeing as how Bonnie and Michael are all buddy-buddy now. One slip up and Julia’s dead, which means I’m next,”

---

A helicopter flies over the cabin area, Chris hovering in the control seat. He pulls out a megaphone and grins. Ass and Julia brace themselves in anticipation, covering their ears. Patrick raises an eyebrow as Chris’ voice blares at an insane decibel.

“GOOOOOD MORNING, CAMPERS!”

Patrick squeals and falls backwards, ears immediately ringing and hearing fading out.

“Over the past six weeks, 16 campers have tried- and failed- to get to where you are right now! Fren, Joner, Peter, Patrick, Kitty, Mal, O, Sha-Mod, Frollo, Caesar, Ass, Austin, Scruffy, Kelly, Courtney, Scary, Max, and Staci! Only six campers remain, but only one will be winning the million!” He pauses to land the helicopter between the two cabins, nearly blowing Ass and Julia away.

Michael and Bonnie poke their heads out of the cabin to witness the commotion, and McLovin follows from the bathrooms shortly, dragging a roll of toilet paper stuck to the heel of his shoe behind him. “Today, we’re going to test everyone’s patience to the extreme, juuuuust to see who breaks first,” Chris chuckles. “Your challenge is a camp favorite: a triathlon!”

“And?” Ass says.

“And, you’ll be attached with some of these,” Chris grins, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “You’ll be sorted into three teams of two- now, our marketing team thought it’d be fun if we paired you up based on what province you’re from, but seeing as how most of our remaining campers are international grifters, I thought each player could represent which province they’re currently most popular in instead.”

“You took a poll?” Julia asks as Chef walks out from the mess hall holding a few buttons with province flags on them.

“Yes indeed. Winning team members will both get invincibility from today’s elimination, by the by, so cheer up!” Chris smiles. “Alright- let’s see- Bonnie, you’ll be representing Manitoba,”

Chef walks over and adorns Bonnie with a red button. They stare at it for a moment. “The things I do for this show,”

“Michael- Quebec!”

Michael accepts her pin without a word.

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MICHAEL: “I’m… not totally surprised. Both of my parents speak French… albeit, different dialects, and my name is pretty French-sounding. I don’t know the first thing about Quebec, though, so who knows,”

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“Julia- Ontario,” Chris says as another button is attached to her lapel. “McLovin- the Yukon!”

“What?” McLovin asks as Chef approaches with a green, blue and white button. “There’s nothing up there!”

“You were actually most popular in Ontario, but we let Julia have this one,” Chris chuckles. “And finally, Natalie and Patrick scored a perfect tie in British Columbia. Not surprised, considering how full of themselves everyone is over there.”

Patrick and Ass look between each other and then to Chris. “Okay, what now?”

“Now you get your assignments,” he smiles, holding up three pairs of handcuffs. “We’ve designated your pairings based on your provinces- Ass and Patrick,” he walks over, pulling the two together and handcuffing Ass’ left wrist to Patrick’s right. “You stuck-up BC faves will be forced to work with each other. And since no one likes Ontario or Quebec, we decided to place you two over there with boring Manitoba and non-offensive Yukon,”

“Oh, no,” Michael says. “Does that mean-?”

“Yep!” Chris says, dragging her over to McLovin and cuffing the two together. Both glance at each other in terror.

“No way,” Bonnie says, backing up into Chef as Chris approaches, trapping them. Julia glares and crosses her arms as soon as they’re cuffed, yanking Bonnie forward to the ground.

“Alright, now that that’s settled- to the mess hall for your first challenge!”

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Chris stands in front of the pairs as they line the remaining table. Bonnie and Julia have been yanking each other’s arms around for the past few minutes, McLovin and Michael are standing as far as physically possible away from each other, and Ass and Patrick have already begun pinching and shoving each other.

“This is the competitive chow down!” Chris paces in front of them. “Each team will choose a feeder and an eater- the eater must put their hands behind them as the feeder gives them a delicious meal. And one last thing- this here is the wimp key,” he holds up a key with a skull emblem. “Once you’re ready to cry chicken and forfeit, this key will release you from your binds.”

Chef emerges from the kitchen, holding platters of furry food. Everyone winces.

“Um. Ew! Okay, I’m feeding!” Julia says, turning to Bonnie.

Bonnie glares. “Says who?”

“Says me!”

The two begin yanking each other to the floor again, growling and shouting. Ass rolls their eyes at the display and turns to Patrick.

“I’m being the feeder. I don’t trust you for a second,”

“But-”

Ass turns their head in the other direction, ignoring his pleads. Patrick sighs in defeat, then shrugs- “Our loss,”

The two take a seat at the table as Bonnie and Julia stand from the floor, hair tangled and each covered in tiny scratches. Bonnie gives their teammate one last shove before they sit down.

Michael watches the two pairs, then turns to McLovin. “Okay. Which do you want to be?”

He blinks. “I dunno, whatever you want,”

“Well, I don’t have a preference, so can you just choose?”

“Why can’t you choose?!”

“Because- fine! I’ll be the eater,”

“Okay!”

Michael squints. “No- you be the eater,”

“That’s good too!”

"Actually, I'll be the eater,"

"Sounds good to me!"

Michael groans and sits, pulling McLovin a little too hard. He falls backwards with a yelp.

“On your marks- get set- eat!” Chris flags the teams as Chef blows on a whistle. The designated eaters- Julia, Patrick, and Michael- put their hands behind their backs.

“Could you slow down?!” Julia sputters as Bonnie shoves spoonful after spoonful of watery mac n cheese down her throat. Bonnie goes faster.

McLovin’s hand seems to become uncontrollably shaky every time he lifts the utensil. They’re far behind the other teams, and after the sixth spoonful of dropped chicken, Michael gives up. “McLovin, you need to get a hold of yourself,”

“W-what do you mean?” he asks, smiling nervously.

“I mean we’re wasting food and we’re about to lose if you don’t pick things up,” she says, having to scooch close to him to lean forward and bite off the spoon.

“I’m- I’m trying!”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Sometimes intent isn’t good enough. Sometimes you actually have to act,”

He swallows a lump in his throat as her double-entendre sinks in. Meanwhile, Ass is forcefully shoving straight handfuls of cheesecake into Patrick’s mouth, overstuffing it and causing him to cough. He manages to swallow one last mouthful of furry cream before the plate is clean.

“Okay, we just need to get through the chicken next,” Ass says. “This’ll be a cinch!”

Patrick coughs dryly. “Is it spicy?" he asks, looking at the green bird. "You might want to-”

Ass forces another spoonful of food to the back of his throat and he coughs before leaning forward and throwing up on their shoes. They scream.

“OKAY, I’VE HAD IT!”

Ass stands, dragging Patrick along behind them before snatching the key from Chris’ hands and unlocking them.

“I hate all of you!” They yell, fists clenched and eyes narrowed as they storm out to the showers. Patrick groans on the floor.

“Oookay,” Chris says. “Early, but not unexpected.”

Julia finishes the meal and groans, glaring at Bonnie once she regains her balance and stops feeling too nauseous to speak.

“And that makes Julia and Bonnie the winners of the first leg!” Chris says, walking over to the two. Michael sighs.

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The remaining duos stand at the beach before two canoes. Julia is a sickly shade of green and looks close to passing out, though Bonnie is determined. Michael and McLovin just look sad.

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MICHAEL: “Yeah, there’s no way we’re winning this one. But on the bright side, I could get Bonnie and Patrick to help me vote McLovin off. That would make all this worth it,”

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MCLOVIN: “I just hope no one’s mad at me,”

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“For this leg of the challenge, you’ll be paddling your canoes- handcuffed- to Boney Island, in which you’ll find a package waiting for each pair,” Chris says, gesturing to the boats. “Whenever you’re ready!”

The pairs rush down to their respective canoes, with Bonnie and Julia setting off first.

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BONNIE: “I’ve seen Julia’s style- she wants an easy ride to the finale. I’m just giving her what she wants,” they grin.

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“Paddle faster!” Bonnie yells, yanking Julia around as they row to the island.

“I’m- trying!” She gasps, barely able to hold onto the oar in the back of the canoe.

A few minutes behind are McLovin and Michael, who are attempting the “slow and steady” approach.

“One- two- one- two!” Michael shouts, methodically directing the paddling as they work one handed.

McLovin’s weak noodle arms are shaking as he strains between trying to row and trying to keep a safe distance from Michael. He wheezes. She, on the other hand, is completely focused on the game, trying her best to ignore him as he goes between glaring and grumbling to himself and whimpering pathetically.

Despite their lead, Bonnie and Julia make it to the island at the same time as Michael and McLovin, where two backpacks are waiting for them.

“Please be some antacids,” Julia mutters, opening the bag. Instead, inside is a piece of a tiki doll, a banana, a map, and one measly bottle of water.

“What is this?” Bonnie asks, holding up the rounded charm.

“That is a tiki doll!” Chris says, helicopter hovering overhead. “While no one this season cursed their team, it’s a bit of a callback to-” he pauses as the campers stare, confused. “Ugh, nevermind! I miss Scruffy. Anyway, The pieces in your packs must be returned to the cave of treacherous terror, ASAP! Oh, yeah- and they're bad luck to hold onto, so you better piggyback fast!”

“Piggyback?” Julia asks.

“You heard me!” he chuckles, helicopter flying off.

Michael sighs and crouches down, allowing McLovin on her back. Julia waits for Bonnie to follow suit, and when they don’t, she frowns. “Well? What’re you waiting for?”

“Who said I’m carrying you?” Bonnie says, shrugging. McLovin and Michael are already gone. “You could use some endurance training, four-eyes.”

Julia glares at the name.

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BONNIE: “I actually use contacts, and I have a pair of glasses in my bag. I just like getting on her nerves,”

---

Bonnie sits comfortably on Julia's back as they haul through the woods, in close pursuit of McLovin and Michael.

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Ass steps out of the communal showers, grumbling about not being able to get the smell of cheesecake off of them as they walk back to the cabins. The camp is now empty, Chris and Chef both occupied with the campers on Boney Island, and Patrick is nowhere to be seen.

The cabins finally have some peace to them, and Ass takes their sweet time getting dried and dressed, savoring every moment of quiet. They already have most of their afternoon planned out- heading to the kitchen to grab an edible snack (and maybe then some for later), looking through their cabinmate’s belongings, and then relaxing by the beach with a good book until the losers returned.

They snatch up their copy of War and Peace and step outside, stretching in the sunlight.

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ASS: “Am I worried about getting eliminated? Why would I be? I have Julia on my side, and as long as Patrick isn’t holding any grudges today, McLovin should be an easy ally. I already told Julia to go for Bonnie next. They’re flying a little too close to the finale for comfort,”

---

Ass walks along the path to a shady sitting area on the far corner of the island they do most of their reading at when they don’t feel like being around Julia (which is most of the time).

The breeze is warm today, the sun shining but not too hot- Ass chuckles, thinking about those poor losers running around all sweaty on the other island right now.

The further they walk inland, the warmer it gets. As they’re enjoying their quiet walk, a faint giggling catches their attention.

Ass stops, scanning the treeline, but sees nothing.

“Just the wind,” they assure themselves- not quite nervous but not entirely dismissive, either.

The giggling returns, accompanied by the sound of a louder laugh.

“Okay, not the wind,” they lower their voice to a whisper, and follow the sounds into the woods.

The closer they get, the more they can make out- chattering, rustling, the crunching of leaves and sticks underfoot. But who’d be out here now?

Ass crouches to the ground and peers through a blueberry bush at the source of the commotion. As their eyes adjust to the light, they can make out Patrick sitting on a boulder (atop a towel from the kitchen to avoid dirtying his suit).

Another figure emerges, scampering over with a stick in its mouth. Ass squints. “A dog? Where’d Patrick find a dog on the island?”

But it’s not a dog.

Their eyes widen.

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“Just a few more steps, if you can handle it,” Bonnie taunts, the cave rapidly approaching. Julia is walking slowly, steps shaky and uncoordinated. She stumbles to the mouth of the cave, but is promptly stopped by a faint growling.

“Don’t throw up now, we’re almost there!” Bonnie says.

Julia shakes her head, backing away slowly. “That wasn’t me,”

A few giant wooly beavers emerge from the depths of the cave, baring their teeth. Bonnie and Julia scream and start off in the opposite direction, the beavers close behind.

As they vanish, McLovin and Michael appear, stepping up to the mouth of the cave.

“So, do you think this curse thing is real, or…?” McLovin asks nervously, watching Michael pull the tiki piece out of the bag and set it inside the cave.

She sighs. “Probably not, but what do I know? Oh- and next time, I'm not carrying you through the challenge," Michael says as she begins to walk back to the beach. "Why don't you do something for once?"

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“Our two remaining teams both have a point each,” Chris explains, walking between two picnic tables back at camp. “In order to break the tie, one of you will have to win this leg of the challenge- the pole of shame! Your task is to assemble these heads of your past fellow campers in the order they were eliminated.”

Bonnie looks around. “What heads?”

Chris grins, walking over to the lumpy messes covered in tarps on either picnic table, and then dramatically pulls the covers away with flair. Underneath are 16 wooden heads of each eliminated contestant. McLovin screams in terror and falls backwards, much to Michael’s annoyance.

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MICHAEL: “Is it just me, or did McLovin get significantly lamer since this summer started?”

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“Final call for the wimp key!” Chris says, waving it around. No one steps up but Julia, who is promptly sat back down by Bonnie.

Michael gets to work assembling the pole while McLovin recalls who goes in which order. “Fren, Joner- rest in peace- Peter, um… Patrick- no, wait he’s still here,”

“Okay, who was after that, then?” Michael asks.

“Kitty! Mal, O…”

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MICHAEL: “But… credit where credit is due. McLovin is really good at remembering people’s names,”

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Julia sighs dramatically, holding up the wooden replica of Scruffy. “Poor Scruff. You’d know what to do here,”

Bonnie rolls their eyes at the display, but is clearly more gentle with Caesar’s head than the others.

Across the space, Michael sighs while she attaches Joner’s head to Fren’s. “Poor Joner. Probably watching us fail miserably right now,”

“Technically, the season hasn’t aired yet,” McLovin says, sorting through the pile. Michael rolls her eyes as he breaks the brief conversation to stare longingly at Sha-Mod.

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MCLOVIN: “Okay, I’ll admit it. Not having any friends on the island is really wearing me down. But that’s not even my fault! Humans are social creatures, and we have strength in numbers! Everyone left on the island are more like bears…”

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"What's this?" Chris asks, spinning Max's head around on the tabletop. There's a tiny heart painted on his cheek in mud.

McLovin winces as Michael goes red. "NOTHING!"

“Was it Austin or Kelly first? I keep getting them mixed up!” Bonnie says, holding the two heads in either hand.

“Austin. Kelly got voted after Scruffy,” Julia informs her partner, taking the heads from their hands.

“Okay, what about Frollo?”

Julia picks up the wooden carving. “Frollo was five players before Scruffy,”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow.

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BONNIE: “In a way, it’s comforting to know that I’m not the only person on the island who’s been counting days since their friend got voted off. But having that other person be Julia is… concerning,”

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They smile sympathetically. "You really miss Scruffy, huh?"

"Whatever. I don't," Julia looks at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "I was just using them to get ahead! It was strategy!"

"Sure. Listen- losing friends is never easy, but you just gotta keep on going, though, right? There'll always be someone around to support you," they place a hand on Julia's shoulder. "Just, you know- stop taking the good people in your life for granted, 'kay?"

"Whatever," she snaps, though as Bonnie leaves she looks up.

The two continue working, making their way up the line of losers. Bonnie tosses Julia Staci's head, but they’re not quite fast enough.

“And we have our winners!” Chris says, looking up the pole of heads on McLovin and Michael’s sides. The two sigh in relief. “The rest of you are up for elimination, though- and I’ll be seeing you tonight!”

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“Final six, huh?” Chris chuckles. “Not for long! Let’s see- since Michael and McLovin got immunity, they’re exempt from today’s ceremony. But they’ll still get their marshmallows,”

He tosses the two their treats, which McLovin eats and Michael just smiles down at.

“The following are safe- Ass,”

“Julia.”

“Bonnie- Patrick- you’ve both been here a long time,” Chris says, nodding solemnly. “And while the votes call for Bonnie’s elimination, a certain… incident has come to my attention that forfeits that.”

Julia raises an eyebrow. Ass smirks.

“Patrick- my man- we have a pretty strict no-cheating-off-camera policy, and from the looks of it, you’ve been doing that for quite some time. I mean, come on! Using an eliminated contestant to get ahead?” Everyone turns to Patrick with confused expressions. “But I could forgive even that, if you were at least honest about it. And on camera. Unfortunately, Chef and I have made the very hard decision to disqualify you from the race.”

“What?” Patrick asks, standing. “You can’t-!”

“Oh, but I can! And Chef?”

Chef walks out in a hazmat suit, carrying Kitty with him in a solid lead cage. They gnaw at the bars of their enclosure.

“Your little pet has a Geiger count of 190 CPM. We’re actually not sure how they’re still alive, dude,” Chris says. “So you two are getting medical evac-ed off the island.”

Everyone turns pale as Chef walks over and grabs Patrick by the scruff of his neck. He kicks his legs around for a moment before being tossed inside the cage with Kitty and hauled away.

“The rest of you should be safe, unless you were close to Patrick recently,” everyone turns to Ass, who suddenly doesn’t look so smug anymore. “Yeah… I’d spend the night in the quarantine section of the medical tent if I were you.”

Chris chuckles as Ass stands and runs away. Bonnie smiles slightly.

“Who will be poisoned with mold? And who will be poisoned with radiation? Find out next time, on Total! Takes! Island!”

#tti #total takes island

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blackberryandpeppermint · 1 month

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I’m watching the ace attorney live action movie so you’re gonna have to hear my unhinged thoughts. Liveblog under the cut

God they made the whole spirit channeling sequence look horrifying. I heard that the movie was directed by a horror director and I can definitely see it. Also I love the detail that Mia and Maya were there it just makes it that much sadder. And the implication that Gregory intentionally lied to protect Miles ooof.

Love the parallels between Miles’s and Phoenix’s trials with miles being calm and collected and Phoenix being a hot mess. Also the Dee Vasquez cameo and the turnabout samurai reference. Also the trash confetti lol

I love that Von Karma randomly has a horse skull. Also the foreshadowing of him rubbing his shoulder.

Ooh I like getting to see Mia investigate dl6

Steel samurai jumpscare + Phoenix and Larry friendship

Phoenix why on earth would you pick up the murder weapon with your bare hands. Also Gumshoe!

The childhood flashback my heart 🥹🥹

Damn they really emphasize how grim the three day trial system is. Also von karma in the gallery is a nice touch

I know that the projector dropping was supposed to be dramatic but it was so over the top it made me laugh

What the fuck did they do to my boi red white. They made him emo😭😭. Also making him a reporter instead of a ceo is an interesting choice but clearly they wanted to simplify the case so the could focus on dl6

I love that dystopian future projector ™️ is apparently controlled by dramatic finger snaps and desk slams

And now he has a megaphone because reasons.

Phoenix screaming and tossing papers everywhere seems very in character

The project also comes with trumpet effects and virtual and real confetti good to know. Also maya sitting there deadpan with the confetti is way funnier than it should be

How did they manage to make the blue badger more terrifying

Damn Maya braking down and yelling at white was heart wrenching. Let Maya be angry 2k16

Ooh Phoenix and Maya deciding to investigate dl6 for Mia’s sake is the good shit.

The evidence room? The weapon a piece of evidence? Interesting. Wonder why they changed it since the circumstances of dl6 are so vital to the aa universe. Maybe they wanted to add suspense for longtime fans?

Also damn that cut to yogi and edgeworth

Of course the blue badger has a matching umbrella also him holding it for gumshoe lol

Also what is going on with Maya’s scarf

Lotta’s bedazzled camera. Love hippie lotta

Von karma and Phoenix awkwardly shaking hands

Edgeworth’s face when lotta said she wanted to be a witness

Nessie… well it is gourd lake… Gourdy!!!

What’s going on with Redd white lol. Why is he so edgy

“My cravat does not flutter” everyone collapses in shock

I appreciate that the high tech projects can be used as projectiles

Did yogi keep Polly in a fucking locker

The fucking tv in the flashback

How did they make dl6 even more convoluted

Phoenix talking very slowly to draw out the verdict is once again very in character

The empty husk of the blue badger inexplicably showing up to stop the verdict is the scariest thing I’ve seen in a long time

Polly shitting on the floor and demanding food while Phoenix tries to question her

The look on his face when Polly climbs on him

Damn I feel so bad for Yogi he didn’t deserve all that

Also the scene where he burned off his fingerprints was brutal

Also him training Polly the bird to say I love you so he could pretend his wife was still there was heartbreaking

Love Maya dramatically playing piano in the background

Phoenix shitting himself at Mia’s appearance

Von karmas motives make a lot less sense without the penalty

Larry crouching in anticipation lol

Paper stack ex machina

God damn that’s convoluted

Man is there anything that the future projected can’t do. Now it has bullet analyzing lasers

Also the gun firing because it bounced of yogis back is so stupid and so fucking funny

What the fuck is going on with those camera cuts with Von karma’s breakdown

Larry playing with the confetti is cute

I love the detail of the poor workers that have to sweep up the confetti

Phoenix wanting to take on yogis defense is really sweet and such a good characterization choice

Music swells on the worlds most homosexual handshake

Them yelling at Larry lol

Mayas suitcase is cute :)

Gay eye contact

Jamming ninja and engarde cameo at the very end

And one final objection to round us out

Overall I enjoyed it it was a fun time. Definitely super over the top but it’s ace attorney so it comes with the name. There was some things I didn’t like like the changing of the circumstances of dl6 and the lack of development with phoenix and Maya’s friendship but overall it was enjoyable

#ace attorney #gay lawyer game #ace attorney movie #liveblog #do I have a liveblog tag?#peppermint liveblogs #<there #it’s almost 3 am perphas I should sleep #long post

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megaphone and morning duties

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki, the 1A class

synopsis: What happens when you place Bakugou Katsuki on morning duties.

tw: crack, absolute crack, this was funny in my head, Bakugou being a complete menace to 1A and Aizawa, please don’t take this seriously, curse words because its Bakugou duh, cursing Izuku *cue Bakugou’s shock pikachu face*, this is a mess but I love it

w.c : 1.3k

a/n: Halu, so I thought of this head canon last week and I can’t help giggling to myself because its so funny hehehe. Also, I wanted to try out writing comedy and I honestly hope the comedy reaches? Anyway! Have fun reading and thank you so much for reading!

No cause like imagine, Bakugou Katsuki is selected for morning duties. The 1A class decided to discussed it among each other on tasks they should do around the dorms, like who make breakfast, or dinner, stuff like that. They without any deeper, and critical thinking chose Bakugou to do morning duties; which mainly consist of making breakfast. The reason for choosing him? Because Bakugou is a grandpa who sleeps early therefore he must wake up early every day, and they were not wrong, he does, wake up early.

It was the day after the decision, it was Bakugou’s turn to make breakfast and everyone was sound asleep, Kaminari and Kirishima dreaming of how tasty Bakugou’s cooking will be since they knew he makes good food. It was 6 in the morning, class starts at 8 and most of the time, the 1A class wakes up earliest at 7, yet Bakugou is awake at 6 in the morning. That’s alright really, but oh was Bakugou full of surprises.

It was 6 in the goddamn morning when the whole 1A class were woken up by the sound of a loud, obnoxious siren. Sero was slamming his hand on his phone, trying to turn off the alarm but weirdly, it’s not his alarm and Midoriya? You bet bro raise from his bed like a corpse, like bro went zoop and he’s now sitting straight on his bed, eyes wide and red, cursing under his breath because who the fuck and what the fuck???

That who and what is Bakugou fucking Katsuki, the one they chose for morning duties. Bakugou was sporting his infamous glare, cursing loudly at lazy ass worms won’t wake up early, cause yeah, everyone wakes up at 6 in the morning.

It took Iida, and Momo 30 seconds to realize that maybe, that siren is an emergency siren and U.A is attacked once again. Iida and Momo were quick to wake everyone up and after a few minutes, Bakugou could hear everyone rushing down to assemble at the front yard, yet lo and behold, it was Bakugou Katsuki with a grin on his face, and the blaring siren from the megaphone on his hand. Everyone was puzzled on why the fuck is Bakugou Katsuki is grinning like an idiot in front of them while blasting the annoying siren. Iida, and Momo sigh in relief because U.A is not in danger, Midoriya and Todoroki could feel deep annoyance towards Bakugou while Kaminari and Mina were angry at the fact that they rushed down just to see Bakugou’s shit eating grin.

Bakugou pull up the megaphone and turn off the siren as he changes it to voice amplification, aligning the megaphone to his mouth, he says.

“GOOD MORNING EXTRAS”. Now everyone and the teachers can definitely hear Bakugou’s loud ass voice as groans and grumbles could be heard from the crowd. Tokoyami decided to just sleep on the floor while Tsuyu was trying her best to stay awake while holding onto a wide eyed Uraraka, because ooohhh Uraraka boutta send this menace to the goddamn space. Bakugou, seeing his tired and sleepy classmates got irritated because how dare they get tired at 6 in the goddamn morning.

“WAKE THE FUCK UP ALREADY! EARLY BIRDS GET THE BREAD!”. Bakugou screams which made most of them flinched while some decided to trudge back to their respective rooms.

“Don’t you dare go back to sleep!”. Bakugou said firmly which stopped those who were going back to their room. “Since I am on morning duty, you guys follow my rules”. Bakugou said with a puff of his chest.

“Bro I really need this sleep bro. You knew I slept late last night, I told you I was gonna game with the gang.” Kirishima states in his deep morning voice. Sero, Mina and Jirou nodded along, agreeing because they all stayed up late playing some Valorant.

Bakugou then stare at them with a bored look, as he shrugged and stretch his body, jogging a bit in place. The class then watch Bakugou walked over to the door and with a slight glance to them he announces. “Guess that’s why I stay winning and stronger, while you lazy bums get cozy and shit in the comfort of your bed. Good fucking bye losers.” Bakugou then, silently slip out the dorms and went on with his jogs.

You see everyone and their mothers know how strong Bakugou is and though many don’t admit it the same way Midoriya did, they acknowledge him in silence and wonders on how he did it. Now Bakugou is really showcasing the extent of his hard work, that its not just talent and grit. Looking at how hard Bakugou is working grinds the gears of the 1A students and now, they all shuffle away to their rooms, and went back down wearing their sports attire.

All off a sudden, at 6.30 in the morning, the Heights Alliance could hear the march, actually jogs of the 1A class along with Kirishima yelling encouraging words like, we can do this guys! This is the manly ways of heroes! Everything was going well until a certain teacher heard the ruckus his class are making at 6.30 in the morning. Before they know it, Iida who was revving his engines because Todoroki decides to challenge him to a race, were apprehended by Aizawa.

“And what the hell are you kids doing at 6.30 in the morning?”. Aizawa say with a booming voice, eyes dangerously red. Iida, the restricted class president explained that Bakugou motivated them to train early in the morning and he believes that what he’s doing is a good drive for the class. Aizawa slowly close his eyes and inhale copious amount of air, trying to make sure not to whoop each of their asses. Aizawa open his eyes again but this time he activated his quirk while talking in a very low voice, a very, intimidating low voice.

“Listen here, you guys can train all you want but don’t be so goddamn loud at 6.30 in the morning. If I hear another peep from any of you and a complain from anyone, each of you will receive punishment and you.wont.like.it”. Everyone sucked their lips inside and nodded curtly, as they slowly jog away, making sure not to make any more noise.

After they finish their so-called morning training, surprisingly feeling much more energetic than they were before, now the 1A class were eager at what kind of breakfast Bakugou will be making. Since they started off late for the morning training and were also apprehended by Aizawa, Bakugou had ample time to make the breakfast.

Bro were wearing his special “Boom Bitch” apron along with his black hairband. Honestly, no one would be sure to place someone on cooking duties when their apron says “Boom Bitch” but its Bakugou Katsuki and the only thing he have blown are people’s head. Upon seeing Bakugou in his most domestic look ever, Kaminari of course, took pictures of him for keepsake he says but really he’s probably going to sell it to Bakugou’s rabid fans, yes, even his fans are menaces like him.

“MAKE SURE YOU WASH YOUR FILTHY HANDS BEFORE TOUCHING ANYTHING, OR I’LL BLAST YOUR ABILITIES TO EAT”. Bakugou announces and a ‘yes bakugou’ and ‘okay kacchan’ can be heard. Now you can see the 1A class members lining up at the sink, one by one washing their hands like obedient kids. Bakugou then serve them the breakfast he was cooking and it was indeed, as scrumptious as Kirishima and Kaminari dreamt off.

“Bro you’re really good at cooking what the hell!”. Kirishima compliments as Bakugou replies while filling Kirishima’s plate for seconds.

“Don’t talk while eating you disgusting spiky hair!”.

And that was the story of how the 1A class realized how much critical thinking is needed when it comes to making the duties schedule because after that day called “Bakugou’s Hell Morning”, the whole class agrees that they will never put Bakugou on morning duties, ever.

#Bakugou Katsuki #Bakugou Katsuki drabbles #bakugou katsuki headcanon #class 1a #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha crack #bnha crack #bakugou crack #bakugou scenarios #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #aizawa sensei #this is a mess #rsz.w

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joethetoonfanandoutcast · 1 year

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Untitled toon kidnapping story sneak peek

At night time in Universal Pictures, it was pretty quiet on the lot. Security was tighter than the rear-end of a duck that it seemed no one can get in or out. However, a group of figures in black full-body suits, masks and goggles were stealthily jumping from roof to roof of each building on the lot, managing not to make a sound. They then reached one particular huge set building.

One of the figures, a rather bulky looking one, pressed a button on their headset and said, "We've reached the set."

A warped voice on the other end spoke, "Excellent. Now remember the plan."

"Right, when the gorilla dad and his boys appear, we kill the power. And you sure you don't want any of the others?"

"I'm absolutely sure."

With that, the call was ended. One of the figures got out a laptop they had, activated it and it reached a program with the set's power grid's inner workings. This would give them the ability to hack into the power and turn it on or off. Once checking in, the figure with the laptop signaled the other figures to make their move. So they soon got down from the roof with the use of their ropes. Once reaching the entrance, the security guards there kept watch until they yelped as the intruders snuck up from behind and put them in a sleeper hold, rendering them unconscious.

After disposing of the guards, the intruders in black had quietly made their way inside with the help of the guards' security card keys. They made sure not to be seen by anyone in this gigantic set. This set was big enough to hold both big rooms for the scene of the film that was being shot. The film was Sing 2, and the scene being shot was the scene where Porsha Crystal performs "Could Have Been Me" while Big Daddy and his boys attack Crystal and his security guards.

The director called out in a megaphone, "And switch to the lobby attack!"

On cue, Jimmy Crystal, Jerry, Suki Lane, and the cheetah and wolf thug ran down the lobby's stairs, to find Big Daddy, Stan and Barry standing there, looking stern and blocking Jimmy's way.

Jimmy demanded to the gorillas, as the script requires, "Hey, who the heck are you? Where's my security?"

Big Daddy smirked to the wolf in defiance, "We're security now, mate."

Before there could be any butt-kicking, everything went dark, causing the entire cartoon cast and live-action crew to shout in panic, confusion and frustration.

"What the bloody deuce?!" shouted Big Daddy in the dark.

"CUT!" the director shouted.

"The power getting cut? That's not in the script!" Buster's voice exclaimed.

"Right, this isn't your theater," agreed the voice of Johnny.

Porsha's voice exclaimed in frustration, "Great, now I don't get to finish my song!"

The next sounds we hear are those of a dart being shot in a woman's neck with said woman yelping before making woozy noises and dropping to the ground. That's not all though. We also hear the sounds of fist fighting and shouting coming from Big Daddy's gang, Jimmy, Jerry, and the former's bodyguards.

Soon, when the power returned, the filmmakers saw that the gorilla trio, wolves, cat and cheetah were lying on the ground, battered.

The director called out via megaphone, "Okay, the power's back, let's start the scene over." However, they noticed something else was against the film's script. "Hey, wait a minute, where's Suki?"

The beaten animals looked, and just as the director said, the talent scout Saluki was no longer there. In her place was a little sheet of paper.

On the other half of the set, the Moon Troupe were still recovering from the sudden power outage.

The koala instructed everyone, "Okay, temporary setback, gang. Let's just take Porsha's scene from the top."

But before anyone could do anything, Jerry came rushing in, panting as he held the paper left.

"Everyone, Suki's gone!" Jerry shouted in panic.

"What?!" Most shouted in shock.

"And this paper was left here."

The koala took the paper and began to read the whole message, which appeared as any ransom letter would, with letters cut out from various film logos, "We'll be taking the useless dead weight Saluki off your paws. Signed, the U.V.G." He flipped the paper, seeing another part of the message, "'P.S. the Minions and Pets suck!'?", followed by a drawn taunting face and 'l for loser' signal.

The cast and crew were utterly perplexed, well most of them were. Darius, being the guy who was always in his own little world, was confused about what Saluki they were talking about. Yeah, the guy was never good with names. Meanwhile, Kevin the Minion, Max and Gidget, who were on the set watching, scowled at the side-note.

So what does everyone think so far? If there's anything you feel

#suki lane #sing 2 suki #toon kidnapping #sneak peek #crossover sneak peek #crossover #buster moon #porsha crystal #jimmy crystal #big daddy #jerry #no one else is going to treat Suki like someone who needs help so once again it's up to me

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kuma829 · 2 years

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Wedding Speech＊Strumming Bride Light Translation Chapter Six

Cast: Adonis, Rei, Kaoru, Koga

Author(s): Yuumasu and Akira

Season: Summer

Proofread by: Gelyan

Did you seriously get your panties twisted over this type of shit? Say sorry to ME, asshole, I thought it’d be more serious than just that!

Chapter Six:

Adonis: …

Rei: …

Koga: …

Kaoru: (Aha, everyone’s gone dead silent. It seems like this really was an impossible favour to ask, huh?)

Sorry, just forget about what I said earlier. I’ll just do it by myself.

Koga: You fucking prick~

Did you seriously get your panties twisted over this type of shit? Say sorry to ME, asshole, I thought it’d be more serious than just that!

Kaoru: Hey, hey now. It’s not something so trivial, y’kno? It’s a lot to ask of someone a personal favour like this where you guys won’t make a single cent off of your hard work.

It’s like, using UNDEAD for my own personal gain, I don’t like the thought of that.

Adonis: There’s nothing selfish about “using” UNDEAD for your own benefit, UNDEAD is a shared unit between all of us, it belongs to Hakaze-senpai too.

Even if it doesn't, then it’s still a celebration of Hakaze-senpai’s sister who he holds dear to him, so I’m happy to lend my aid.

Sakuma-senpai, Oogami, I’m sure you guys share a similar sentiment, is that right?

Koga: Naturally’!

Rei: Kukuku, Actually, I knew all about it, right from the beginning… ♪

Koga: Dirty liar~ If you really knew, then why the hell did you bring a megaphone?

Hey~ Yer tearing up, playboy. I’d never say no to something like this, don’t get so self conscious about yourself-!

And hey? Didya really think of us as some snooty losers who would shut you down just like that? Heey?

Look here, dipshit~ I’m gonna make this family wedding party a damn success, ya hear!

Kaoru: Hey, c’mon now don’t get mad at me for letting my imagination wander… Ah, nah, it really is my fault for not talking to you guys sooner.

(... Mhm, that’s right. I don’t know if we had this when we first met, but now we definitely do have some sort of bond, eh?)

(If they were asking me something like this… I’m sure I would have helped them, just like how they’re helping me now)

(“It’s fine to just ask them,” Anzu-chan, you were right)

I’m sorry for being so withdrawn, again. Really, thank you guys for agreeing to do this…

Let’s give it our all for my sister’s wedding, alright!

Koga: Alright! It’s decided. Let’s go to the studio and start practising!

Kaoru: Eh? Right now?

Adonis: Good idea, Oogami. This meat’s given me a lot of strength, I feel like I could work all through the night.

Kaoru: You can’t do this all overnight, you’re a student.

Rei: I don’t mind. I sang a lot at karaoke, but I’m still in good spirits~

Koga: Ahaha, singin’ for fun and for practice is different ♪

Kaoru: ♪~♪~♪

Well, here's how it is.

We’ve sung all our songs as warmup, so let’s take a break.

C’mon everyone, break.

Adonis: I’m hungry.

Rei: After eating all that during the day, you’re still starving?

Adonis: The day is the day, and the night is the night. If I miss even one meal I get angry.

I’m going to the break room to go pick up some refreshments.

Rei: It’s not that easy to have a high metabolism.

Shall I go fetch a drink as well? How about you, Kaoru-kun?

Kaoru: Hmm… I’ve still got the one I brought from before practice, so I’m good. What about you, Koga-kun?

Koga: I’m stayin put. I have to tune the guitar since it’s soundin all out of tune.

Adonis, bring me a drink.

Adonis: Understood. I’ll be back.

Kaoru: Yeah, see you soon!

(... I’m so used to singing this song that I’ll have no problems performing it tomorrow…)

(But… this is no different than the usual UNDEAD performance…)

(I wish I could make something truly special, perfectly suited to the wedding ceremony)

…

(Hm?)

Koga: …♪

Kaoru: (I’ve never played an instrument in public before…)

(Why don’t I try giving the guitar a go…?)

Hey, you’ve been working hard. Mind if I sit next to you?

Koga: Oh, what is it?

Kaoru: Koga-kun, why do you like the guitar so much? I can guess that Rei-kun was probably the trigger, yeah~?

It’s not really needed to be an idol, no? So why do you play?

Koga: That’s cuz it helps convey yer feelings’

Kaoru: Feelings?

Koga: The guitar’s my soul. I put my entire heart into it, breakin the limit past what even my singin can do.

Even feelings that are too embarrassing to put into words can be conveyed with just a tone, yeah?

Whether those feelings are transmitted, they come in. But if you look at it like self-satisfaction, well that’s all there is to it.

It’s better to let it all out into flames then just keep it pent up inside, yeah?

Kaoru: (I could put my heart into it, huh?)

Hey Koga-kun, I’ve gotta request, is that alright?

Koga: What do ya want? I’ll say no if it’s a pain.

Kaoru: Ahaha, I’d probably get rejected then, huh? It may be a bit too much trouble, but let me give it a chance.

Koga-kun, could you teach me guitar?

Koga: Hah?

Kaoru: I know I’m being a bit self centred here, but I realised it when I was singing with everyone earlier.

It’s a surprise to hear all of UNDEAD sing as entertainment, but… It’s not really “me,” yeah?

Koga: Hakaze-senpai…

Kaoru: I guess you could say it’s supposed to be a special, once in a lifetime, feeling? I know we’ve been apart for a while, and sometimes I get conscious about it but…

I want to tell you how much I appreciate you, as your brother, you’re still an important part of my family.

And if the tone of the guitar carries those feelings—

I want to play these feelings out to my sister, so I want you to teach me the guitar.

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#Kaoru Hakaze #adonis otogari #rei sakuma #Koga Oogami #sustain memories #undead

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The Paw | chapter 14

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Notice/Warnings: caps, yelling/shouting, kicking, breaking, falling, blowing up

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The Bad Guys were in their ‘government’ suits when they were about to get to the police station.

Moe turned off the car as they all got out of the car and went over to the Chief, who looked like she just finished talking with Doctor Park and Officer Redd, who was wearing a red coat over her work uniform.

Tiffany Fluffit was there with her cameraman, ready questioning and to give the news of the meteorite coming back.

“Chief.” Moe called, adjusting his tie as they got to Chief Luggins.

When the Chief turned around, no one expected to see her in shock. Then she shook her head to get her serious look on her face. “This better be good and not a trick.” she growled, crossing her arms across her chest. “I just got reports back that the charity trucks just got back their donations after guinea pigs attacked and stole them. We are still looking for the meteorite!”

“Don’t worry,” Moe reassured, “this is something that you don’t want to miss.”

“Look!” Tiffany gasped as she pointed at the arriving car.

Everyone's attention was on The Paw as Diane drove the car over with the meteorite right at the back.

All for everyone to see.

Chief's eyes widened as she adjusted her cap. Never thought in her life she would see The Paw doing a heroic feat. "Well, butter my crumpets."

Tiffany was ecstatic to see this. "Can it be? The Paw are returning the meteorite? Perhaps this is the feel-good story we all need!"

Hearing Tiffany's news update from the radio, Diane smiled and chuckled softly. This was something different she never heard before.

This time, she helped to do the right thing and that could help her get out of prison and have classes with the Doctor Park. She wouldn't have to take the blame for taking the meteorite and stealing the charity money! She could show that she wasn't a monster anymore!

But all of this happiness was interrupted when Diane noticed a claw coming down to her.

The fox quickly sped up as it crashed down on the road. She stopped and looked up to see a golden yellow helicopter with Professor Marmalade and Cuddles inside. It looked like the Professor was holding a megaphone.

“Diane, give me back the meteorite and no one gets hurt!” Professor Marmalade shouted into the megaphone as the claw went back up like a claw machine.

Diane was panicking as she looked up at the helicopter and looked back at the group who were waiting for her in front of the station, thinking of what to do.

She can’t go to the police because she knows the truth and she’ll get in trouble. She also can’t let Marmalade win.

‘He must be so focused on the rock.’ she thought, scared.

Then she got an idea.

Diane gave ‘I’m sorry’ look at the Governor and his team before she booked it, passing the group in front of the station.

“Cuddles!” Professor Marmalade called out to the human assistant. Cuddles got the call and quickly followed after Diane.

The group in front of the station watched this happen. Governor and his team watched worriedly as the car drove off and the helicopter chased it as Tiffany started to speak in her microphone, “So, who is the real hero-?”

But her question was cut short by Doctor Park screeching angrily so loudly that everyone around him dropped anything that they were holding and covered their ears.

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Diane quickly sped through the streets to get to the highway.

‘I hope that this is working.’ she thought worriedly as she drove. She noticed the golden yellow helicopter was in the sky, following her still.

“Diane!” Marmalade shouted at her. “I’m giving you one last chance! GIVE ME THE METEORITE!”

“No! I’m not!” Diane shouted back at him.

“Then you give me no choice.” Marmalade said quietly, looking down at her.

The professor concentrated and with that, he could feel all the controlled guinea pigs coming to where he needed them to be. On the ground, Diane could feel the entire land rumbling. She looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

However, this was soon followed by the sounds of chittering with the snaps of trees and fences being destroyed.

Looking behind, she could see the palm trees falling down as a huge army of blue-eyed guinea pigs came running it. It looked like it wasn't even less than a million of them! With a large amount of pigs, they even formed together to create huge lumps to form a barrier around The Paw and they were chasing after her under the control of the mad Marmalade.

The fox screamed as she floored it to get away from the army of guinea pigs.

Diane tried to place the car into a higher gear. As she reached a lone tunnel, trying to away, she could see the army of guinea pigs slowly rising like towers. They seemed to be forming together to create large fists, trying to slam right onto the car.

Diane narrowly dodged, driving right across the indestructible pigs. The guinea pigs tried to slam into her again, only leaving the tunnel walls broken before sweeping the car forwards.

As she rode right out of the tunnel, the car leapt as it drove over the guinea pigs. The army wasn't down as it formed into another fist before again slamming itself onto the car.

Diane was keeping her eyes on the road, determined to get far from the city while trying to control her panicking as she drove and gripping on the wheel for dear life.

The guinea pigs kept repeatedly slamming into Diane.

With nowhere else to turn, Diane was forced to keep forward and try to avoid being crushed by the army of guinea pigs.

Even worse, she crashed through a construction barrier which meant one thing. She was already going to the broken bridge that led to the crater while still being chased.

Marmalade was furious that Diane wasn’t slowing down or stopped as he tried to slam down his army on her.

The Professor stopped, panting from his homicidal insanity. Looking down, the car was left unscratched by the guinea pigs. There was no other way to stop her until she wore herself out or she ran out of ideas, but the day was approaching already.

Diane was still speeding quickly, even though the broken bridge was up ahead.

She had a plan going through her head and her eyes flashed determination. One part of it was jumping the ruined bridge.

Diane was ready to jump it when the car was about near the edge. She took in a breath when she made the jump.

But then the jump was stopped and the car was brought back to the ruined bridge with all of the blue-eyed guinea pigs and the mad Professor Marmalade.

Diane stopped and turned the car off since there’s no chance of running on the ground now.

Then she remembered that she had something in the glove box. It was a sometype of hacker, that can be typed with, mix with a bomb.

She quickly took it out of the glove box and put it in her pocket as the claw came down and grabbed the meteorite.

She quickly got on the claw that held the meteorite as it was lifted up in the air. Diane started to climb up the chain as the helicopter flew up in the sky.

In the helicopter, Professor Marmalade was smiling and cackling with glee, finally getting his beloved meteorite back. “We got it back!” he exclaimed to Cuddles, who was smiling big.

But when Marmalade turned around, he was surprised to see Diane sitting in one of the chairs like she was there the whole time, making him jump. “What-how?!”

Daine stood up, pointed at one of the two opened helicopter doors, and answered, “The door was open.”

Professor Marmalade glared at her and was about to order Cuddles to do something but Diane put her hands up and said, “Hear me out first, then I’ll go… okay?”

Marmalade had his tiny paws in two fists but took a deep breath to calm down and snapped, “Fine, but make it quick.”

Diane popped her lips, her hands together, and asked, “How would you feel if I told you that your helmet wasn’t connected to this meteorite?”

Professor Marmalade’s eyes widened and took the helmet to see if she was right. The light blue on the screen was on, meaning it’s connected.

“You’re wrong-” the Professor started, smiling but he was interrupted by Diane kicking him in the stomach, causing him to go back and hit the controls, breaking some of them, causing the helicopter to malfunction. He did drop the helmet and all Five Unique Diamonds fell out of his pocket.

Diane quickly grabbed all Five Unique Diamonds and the helmet then she closed the door to the controls. She put the Five Unique Diamonds in her pocket and got the hacker bomb mix out before she jumped out of the helicopter with the helmet.

Diane was now falling down right in the middle of the gigantic crater where the meteorite first hit as she quickly worked the hacker bomb mix on the helmet.

When she got the hacker bomb mix on and working, she typed quick: [Save Fox] : and hit enter, then she pressed the timer for it to go off and tossed it to the middle of the gigantic crater.

Before she fell past the ruined bridge, she looked up to see the mind controled guinea pigs did what they were told and made a sometype of ramp with themselves. They got her and she rolled down with them like a wave.

When she got on the bridge again, she curled up into a ball to duck and cover as the bomb of the hacker bomb mix got it’s time up and it blew up.

Diane looked up again when guinea pigs scattered back to the city. She noticed that their eyes were no longer blue.

She did it!

She cheered loudly and laid down on the ground of the bridge, feeling like she could breathe again.

She heard police sirens coming over. So, Diane went to her car and just sat in it, just waiting for them, smiling.

#the bad guys #the bad guys fic #the paw #diane foxington #the crimson paw #mr wolf #mr. wolf #mr. snake #mr snake #mr shark #mr. shark #mr. piranha #mr piranha #ms tarantula #ms. tarantula #chief misty luggins #tiffany fluffit #Professor Marmalade #misty luggins

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rogueftm · 3 years

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Trans cock n cunt is either home grown with love and care like free range chickens or is custom built with the best hardware and addons.

i have absolutely nothing to add to this correct observation

#holds a megaphone up for you so everyone can hear

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bookuya · 2 years

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SEASONS OF BLOSSOM. [0.1]

love can start anywhere, even if yours started out fake.

genshintoon event hosted by @stellumi. img creds: "seasons of blossom" on webtoon.

part 1 (here!) — part 2 [wip]

pairing: xiao + gn!reader // word count: 4.4k // au: fake dating + high school // warnings: fluff, some swearing, reader's height not specified, very slight chilumi but not really (i just needed a character that was shorter than xiao that might like childe, also it's onesided)

author's note: as a writer who only writes fluff, i could not resist a fake dating au with xiao, especially if it's inspired by seasons of blossom. thanks to vera for letting me join this collab! you don't have to really read the webtoon series beforehand to read this, but it is recommended to better understand it! (if you do so, you can just glance at episode 2 + 3 to get a general idea ^^) this work is inspired off of "seasons of blossom" with many events changed, but otherwise i hope you all enjoy!

you like childe just a tiny bit, but you didn't think it was obvious or shown in your expressions at all. while he is seen as a friend of you and lumine, everyone in your class seems to nag at you and talk about how cute of a couple you two would be.

"you see... i like childe too," the girl across the table from you shyly says, and your mind blanks out—who was she again? she sat behind you in class, right? you weren't sure why you were sitting with her and her friends, just being waved over to their table as you and lumine had decided to go to burger king together for your lunch break.

you can hear lumine from beside you letting out a frustrated huff as the girl continues. "i don't really stand a chance of dating him, so just being friends with him would be nice!" your back visibly stiffens when her eyes move to look closely at you. "... but since you're close friends with childe, i wanted to ask you for help. would you be okay with that?"

"oh..." you awkwardly start with a chuckle. "we're just friends, so it really isn't my place to do, uhm... that. i'm not sure if i would be any help anyways."

"of course! you would be super helpful," the girl obliviously cheers and you're not sure if she even noticed your hesitance. "since i'm not really asking for much, can you introduce—"

"no," lumine coldly interrupts, and you sweatdrop at her sudden straightforwardness. she slams her phone down onto the table and all the girls across jolt in surprise. "we're not in elementary school, so why are you asking my friend for help to talk to someone?"

"w-what? why are you being like that lumine?" the girl stammers out while shaking her head. "[name] should be fine with it, so why—"

"because i like him too."

what? everyone around the table turns to lumine in surprise, especially you. she crosses her arms and holds her head up high, continuing with a deadpan look on her face. "i like childe too. so, no."

you can't help it—you yelp out in shock. "wait what?! you like childe? since when?"

"not for long." lumine simply says. "i don't think everyone heard you yet. should i get you a megaphone?"

you mumble out a little oops and a sorry, covering your mouth with your hands. you had no idea that lumine liked childe too—was she joking or just lying for fun?

"w-wow!" the girl's voice from across the table makes you turn to her. "you guys are best friends liking the same guy... what are you two going to do? what if [name] dates childe, lumine?"

your mind races—no one truly knows that you like childe a bit too, it hasn't been confirmed at all. and even if he did return the feelings (which unbeknownst to you, he did), could you do that to lumine and date him in front of her? your heart solemnly skips a bit in your chest, thinking what were these girls doing butting into other people's businesses anyway?

"i think there's a misunderstanding here," you start to speak up, and it's their turn to turn to you instead. "i... don't like childe."

"what?" you can see in your peripheral vision that lumine raises her eyebrow in confusion.

seeing that the other girls are confused too, you continue with the lying. "childe is my friend, yes—but i don't like him romantically like that."

"wait, really?" your classmate leans forward in her chair in absolute bewilderment. her hands palm down onto the table to hold herself up. "then who do you like, if not childe??"

ah, shit. you force a smile as your brain tries to list the people that have nothing at all to do with you. can you really lie your way out of this?

yes, you will, you make yourself think. do it for lumine.

without anymore stalling, you laugh out an awkward chuckle while scratching the back of your head. "i, uh... x-xiao! i like xiao!— you know, the guy who sits at the back of the class?"

while lumine abruptly sits up and yells at you a shocked, "no way in hell!" you can only sheepishly grin and hope that everyone will just believe you and forget about it in a week's time.

little did you know, the very guy that you mentioned is sitting at the table right behind yours— grimacing as his friend beside him (who was listening in on your conversation) spits out their drink at the sound of xiao's name.

you don't know what you have gotten yourself into.

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"i still don't believe that you like xiao," lumine straightforwardly states. the two of you are standing at the staircase by your classroom, backs to the wall with her standing beside you. "really? the short guy who bumped into us last week?"

you can't help but giddily laugh, remembering what had happened. "well to be fair, i bumped into him first." it was true, you remember the day like it was just this morning.

both you and lumine walk out of the room at the start of your new semester, full of new classes, new teachers, and especially new classmates and students. she links her arm comfortably with yours as you two walk into the hallway. "holy crap, everything is so confusing. how are you and childe so settled in already?"

you can't help but giggle at her words. you open your mouth to respond when you suddenly feel your shoulder hit someone, and you turn to see a raven green-haired boy's head down to look at a game on a phone. one of his friends yelps out, "noo! i died!"

"sorry! are you okay?" you worriedly ask even as lumine still drags you along. you hold out your other hand to tap on the male's shoulder and he turns to you with a blank look. "hello?" ...what was his name again? "sorry for bumping into you—"

"it's fine, it's not my account anyway," the male calmly responds as his friend cries out something about losing a legendary item. your eyebrows only raise higher in concern.

"oh.. really? i'm still sorry, i didn't see you—"

"oh, forget it already!" lumine sighs out, exasperated as she keeps pulling you along. "you don't have to apologize so many times! and it's not your fault you couldn't see him, he's tiny as fuck!"

"l-lumine?!" you call out in surprise as you walk with her down the hallway. "how could you say that?" she only ignores you, continuing ranting about how rude they were for standing in the middle of the hallway. you turn around to look at the male and his friends while hoping that they weren't too offended.

you watch as the green-haired male only stares at you walk away, his friends hovered around him (and also above him, they're taller) while they hold out their hands with concerned looks, probably telling him not to think about what lumine said. you feel a bit bad, even debating going back to apologize for your friend's words when you see his mouth start to open to say something.

"hey," he calls out, and you can see lumine's head turn from beside you. the look of shock completely cascades over your face when he continues to say, "girl who's tinier than the guy who's tiny as fuck. you should grow yourself some common courtesy, it looks like you really need it."

"i still have no idea why you held me back from socking a punch to his face, that little idiot!" lumine's scoff brings you back to reality. you watch as she sips from a box of strawberry milk while her eyebrows narrow. "and by the way, i was lying about liking childe yesterday. i just wanted to say what that girl would say... you get what i mean, right?" she sighs out when you shake your head with a confused look. "you can drop the act, i know you like childe."

well, you confidently think. unfortunately for her, i'm not thinking about backing down anytime soon. "it's nothing like that, lumi. i was being honest, i really do like xiao."

"arghh!! don't say it again, you weirdo!" she cries out, and you giggle. "what's so good about him anyway?! i honestly don't get your type at all."

"he's cute," you speak truthfully— and technically, you were not lying. "his hairstyle suits him, and the way some of his hair strands wave around his face look really pretty." you do a quick motion with your hands to demonstrate and lumine raises her judging eyebrows at you. "and he always has this attractive red eyeliner on that matches his eyes perfectly, and—oh! and his lean figure fits his motorcycle jacket so satisfyingly to me. it's like he's those guys who are hot, pretty, and cute at the same time, don't you think?"

"no! stop rambling dummy!!" lumine visibly reddens, and you were sure that the last description you mentioned reminded her of her crush. you laughed as she spoke, "he's rude and brash! and super short!"

"hmm, kind of reminds me of someone," you funnily teased as the bell rang, and lumine whacked you lightly on the shoulder. "we should head back to class, that was the bell."

"you're such a fucking weirdo," lumine grumbled as you two walked down the stairs to your class floor. you could only keep giggling in return at her words, holding out your hand to take her milk box to throw away.

yet again, out of your notice and vision there he was; xiao at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall as he looked down at his phone. his friends freaked out and fumbled from beside him, staring at him with a perplexed look.

"what are you going to do, xiao?" one of them, chongyun, asked. a blush was on his face just hearing you talk adoringly about xiao. "our classmate likes you!"

"what do you mean?" xiao simply replies with the phone still in his hands. "i'm gonna defeat this boss, that's what. that was just the warning bell."

"that's not what yunyun means!" hu tao, xiao's other friend, cries out. "remember when i spat out my drink at burger king at our classmates talking about you and childe?"

"yeah, very clearly," he sourly says. he remembers that they weren't really talking about him though—he was only mentioned when you brought up your crush on him.

hu tao ignores his words while ranting on. "that person already said that they liked you! twice! do you not care, oh-mighty nonchalant god?"

xiao only responds with a, "they have a name you know." he turns his head towards chongyun, motioning towards the phone in his hands. "you're on low health, yun."

the blue-haired male completely forgets about the conversation beforehand as he yelps out, "wait-wait-wait, drink a healing potion! that one! quickly!"

hu tao groans. "you two are so clueless!"

hu tao might be half right... but it seems that nobody notices the tips of xiao's ears blazing red, him standing between his friends looking over his shoulder at the phone. your words are still ingrained into his mind as he has to repeatedly take in your words and realize what you had said over and over again... do you actually like him?

ever since april and spring had started, new students were assigned the duty to clean the classroom once the school day was over so the old students from winter didn't have to do it anymore. unfortunately for lumine, your name was called along with the other names, meaning that you couldn't hang out as much after school anymore. you also felt a nudge on your shoulder from the girl (from burger king) who sat behind you, giving you a thumbs-up and a whispered "good luck!" when xiao's name was called as well. you two were stuck on mop duty while childe and zhongli did dusting and amber and yoimiya were on broom duty.

"we should probably come later next time since we have to mop after the brooms," you spoke awkwardly, gripping the handle of your mop to your chest as you stood beside xiao in the back of the classroom. everyone else seemed to lively clean the room together as you two were quiet, xiao on his phone while you guys waited for everyone else to finish together.

the only thing he said in return was a "yeah." and it was silent once again after that.

then came midterms— meaning the students didn't have to clean after the day was over until midterms were over. you quickly gazed at the questions of your paper as the teacher called out instructions, your hand reaching for your pencil bag until you realized you didn't have the right pen the teacher mentioned beforehand. you calmly scooted to the side of your chair and tapped on lumine's shoulder, who sat diagonally to the left and front of you, and she turned and raised her eyebrow at you.

"oh shit, i don't have an extra scantron pen," lumine silently cursed after you told her your problem. she pondered for a while with a finger tapping her chin. "if you want, i can ask the teacher for you—"

"no-no, it's okay," you quickly whispered with a smile. "i'll just ask around, thank you lumi."

she sent you a worried look and a good luck thumbs-up as you leaned back into your chair. swallowing your nerves, you turned around and asked the girl behind you, "hey, do you have an extra scantron pen?"

she shook her head with a sad look, "sorry, i only brought one. maybe ask kyun?"

well crap, you didn't know who that was. you just simply nod your head and whisper a small thank-you before turning back around with a sigh. even if the teacher would scold you in front of everyone, you would just have to ask her if you could borrow one. it didn't seem like there was another way out of this situation.

however, right as you are about to raise your hand, you see a subtle hand out of the corner of your eye place a pen (the exact pen you needed) at the side of your desk. your eyes can't help but widen in shock— everyone you asked didn't seem to have an extra pen, so how did someone else notice that you needed one?

"xiao!" the teacher calls out, and you turn to look up at him with surprise and a little guilt for getting him into any possible trouble. "what are you doing standing up? we are about to start a test."

"i accidentally dropped something," he calmly replies, holding up his other hand with a pen in it. "i need it for the test."

everyone's eyes seem to fly to xiao's figure, and you freeze up as you definitely feel the eyes of lumine and the girl behind you on you. the teacher sighs as she says something along the lines of ask next time, and motions for xiao to sit back down. when he glances at you as he turns around, your heart literally skips a bit before sending him a thankful look before he walks back to his seat.

lumine's eyes feel like they take a while to leave your face, and for the rest of your test, the only thing you can think about is xiao's sunset eyes gazing into yours— even if it was just for half a second. you couldn't even tell if your warm face would ever cool down until you were done answering all of the questions on your papers.

however, lumine's eyes weren't the only ones on you. hu tao stared at the back of your head in awe, absolute surprised at what had just happened.

xiao, the introvert. xiao, the tsundere. xiao, the quiet, scarily good gamer. xiao, the one hu tao knows very well that doesn't like to interact with people at all, just voluntarily stood up and gave you one of his extra pens. well to be honest— his only pen. xiao had turned around in his seat and ordered hu tao to give him one of her extras, because she "always brings a shit-ton of writing utensils". hu tao could only watch in astonishment when he stood up and put his pen onto your desk, and not only that, but also flat-out lied to the teacher with an excuse.

if hu tao said that she wasn't shocked a little bit, then she would be straight-up lying to everyone's faces.

"it's been a while since we had to clean," you start to say, mopping one side of the classroom with xiao mopping the other side. the fact that it was just the two of you inside with unbearable silence was killing you, and although it would be awkward, starting small talk sounded a bit better than two high schoolers silently mopping together. "how did you do on your midterms?"

"alright," is all he says, and you chuckle nervously in response while continuing with the mopping. you keep your eyes focused on the ground, finally realizing why lumine didn't believe your lie of having a crush on xiao—he's complete opposites with childe. while childe is chaotic and full of life, energy, and fun, xiao is quiet and keeps his hobbies to himself. he doesn't seem to speak up much unless asked to, and he seems to keep an expressionless look on his face. and you told lumine that you were crushing on this guy? whoever believed you probably had their eyes on their ass.

you look up when the front of your mop hits against another one, and meet the eyes of xiao in the process. you guys had finished mopping the room, finally meeting at the same side, but it's like you can't stop laughing to make up for the silence when you're with xiao— a brand new giggle bubbles out of you instinctively.

"we met," you point out the obvious, tapping his mop lightly with yours and then pulling it back to your side with a little aftermath of embarrassment. your head suddenly perks up at remembering something to say, and you let out an ahem before speaking again. "oh and, uh... thank you for lending me your pen last time. it was a lot of help."

speaking of which; you had yet to return his pen back to him. you're about to turn around to go to your backpack when xiao suddenly speaks up too, saying your name.

you don't even have a real crush on him— so why does your figure still, stiffening up at the sound of his voice casually saying your name?

"yeah?" you question. is he going to say you're welcome, or something nonchalant like it was nothing? you look at him expectantly while waiting for his answer.

and then out of nowhere: "i thought you liked me."

you completely freeze up as your heart feels like it comes to a complete stop, the mop handle falling out of the palms of your hand as your mouth opens with no words coming out. the male in front of you bends down and expertly catches the mop before it can fall and hit your leg, your figure still in a shocked state.

how did he know? did lumine tell him? there's no way she would— you know that she doesn't want to believe your lie, wanting you to admit your original crush already. besides, even if you really did have a crush on him, your best friend wouldn't be a snitch. xiao just watches as the your startled look turns to one of utter confusion, your fingertips touching when he places the mop back into your hands.

"...huh? w-what are you talking about?" you slowly start to speak, yet another nervous chuckle falling out of your lips. was he really just that good at reading you like a book? not only did he notice that you needed a pen from the back of the classroom, but he found out that you fake-liked him. how did he do it?

you're about to stammer out an excuse when he plainly says, "you yelled it out at burger king a few weeks ago. like this—

"ah! h-haha, uhm!!" you stammer to interrupt him, holding out your other hand to stop him from reenacting what you said before and humiliating you further. "i didn't know you were, er, there..."

oh shit. truly, you ask yourself what have you gotten yourself into? oh goodness— out of all the people you could've chose, why did your brain land on xiao? did it have to be xiao? and why did he have to be at burger king the same time and day as you? where would this even get you?

well... an offer for a fake dating relationship, that's what.

and it brings you unfortunately to now, the two of you as the center of attention the next day in the back of the classroom, because xiao had just carelessly and emotionlessly announced to everyone that you had started dating, on this very day. you didn't know he would— all you did was whisper in his ear, asking him a question about the relationship you two would fake that you talked about yesterday.

the only thing you can do is try to keep a calm smile on your face (and absolutely fail while doing it), spine stiffening up as xiao reaches for your hand and casually holds it in his. even as lumine slams open the door and curses out a "no fucking way!" he still holds your hand up, almost like he's rubbing it in her face in a you were wrong way.

the first thing xiao thinks when he holds your hand is that it's warm—almost like you.

your personality is warm, your aura is warm, even the way you speak is warm. you seem to be nice to everyone even if they were annoying, like the people who kept asking what answers you got after the midterms. you throw people's lunch trays away for them when they ask and you once even told him that you could mop the classroom by yourself, which he declined.

he hates it. he doesn't like how kind you are, and how much of a pushover you seem. you let people walk all over you and don't do a single thing about it. it makes his mind go mad.

... but it kind of makes him feel like someone should be there by your side, to protect you. to play the bad guy and tell people to get lost when they try to order you around.

"sorry if i offended you," you had said the previous day after he had put away the mops, his back to the window and you seated in front of him on a chair. you had just explained the whole situation; about lumine and childe, about the crushes, and why you lied. even the way you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap made him want to look away in disgust, but it was you, your voice, and your hands. it was at least a bit bearable. but xiao could already tell from the way you avoided his gaze that you were thinking about a lot of other things— what to say, what to do, and what you shouldn't do.

"what did you want to achieve by lying?" xiao straightforwardly asked as you finally—and awkwardly—looked up to meet his stare. "you don't care if childe dates someone else? are you really going to back down for your friend?"

"um, it's not like that," you nervously say, then quickly add, "backing down, i mean. but either way, i don't plan on dating someone my best friend has feelings for anyway."

xiao ponders for a moment with a hand in his pocket, keeping his eyes on you until you eventually look away to the side. "does your friend believes your lie?"

you chuckle in response. "ah, definitely not." the male notices that you always seem to be laughing whenever your blonde friend is around or mentioned—you guys must be close. you continue to talk while taking your jacket off, "i'm trying to convince her, but she definitely thinks that i still like childe. i just wish we could get it over with."

he thinks, staring at you pull one of your arms out of your sleeves. for someone who seems like a stubborn pushover, your lying was pretty good—when you were rambling about his looks at the staircase, he almost believed you himself. the tips of ears even turn red at the thought of thinking about it again, but he reminds himself that you were just acting. anyway, what would even be the ideal way to get out of this situation? it didn't seem like just insisting to your friend that you had a crush would continue to work.

"want me to help you?"

"huh?" you look up confused from shrugging off your jacket, then put on a little smile. "oh, this? it's okay, i'm done taking it off anyways."

"what?" xiao raises his eyebrow, and something in him almost wants to scoff from amusement as you awkwardly stiffen up from realization. "why would i help you take off your jacket?"

"t-then what did you mean??"

"you don't care what childe thinks, so it's just lucy that's the problem now, right?" xiao simply asks as he steadily leans off of the wall. taking one of his hands out of his pocket, he runs it through his hair to push aside the hair strands in his eyes, staring at you while waiting for your reply.

"her name is lumine," you slowly speak with your eyes meeting his. "a-and i guess?"

"then it's simple." he steps forward and you stop breathing for a moment— his face is only inches away from yours. you can see every speck of golden red in his amber eyes from here, and count all of his raven-green hair strands from his black hair strands. his scent is sweet— something varying between caramel and honey, but you can't put your finger on it.

well, it's not like you have time to anyway. not when you freeze up at his words; "just go out with me."

"w-what?" you jolt in your chair, abruptly scooting back and looking up at him with a start. "what are you talking about?"

this time xiao finally smiles in amusement. actually, not even a smile— it's practically a small, amused smirk.

"lumine will believe you if we're dating."

end of part one.

ending author's note: now i could be mean and just leave it off here, and although i really want to, i'm not evil 🙏 see ya guys in the next one after i write it!

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