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m0llygunn · 10 months

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boyfriend!eddie and reader having sex in the back of his van whilst it’s raining 😫

Hi! Thank you for the request! I got a little carried away with the love-y, poetic-y stuff but theres still all that smutty stuff too!

18+ only, please!

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It started slow then all at once. It was the kind of rain that warrants attention, the kind that demands you sit and watch.

So that’s what you and Eddie had done. It was the safer option as well, to pull off the highway instead of pressing all the way home through the storm. Instead, you pressed through until you got to the old field just on the cusp of Hawkins that you two used to visit when you had first gotten together.

It really was just a field. An old lot that you’re sure someone owns but hasn’t invested a lick of time into. Overgrown grass and a forested edge. Weeds and wildflowers weaved their way in and took claim to the land. The place is theirs but you and Eddie have been known to borrow it in the past. Not so much in the present.

Just you, Eddie, and the wildflowers.

It was where you first really hung out. In his van, doors propped open, letting the breeze in— it was where you got to know each other. It was home to the first time you held hands and the first time you shared a kiss. It was home to a lot of late nights where Hawkins seemed too overbearing and you both just needed to get away.

In a sweet way, it was kind of like a home to where your love for each other sprouted. You and Eddie used to say that there were just as many wildflowers out in the field as there were kisses you’ve shared here.

Beyond kisses, it was a place of innocence.

When you and Eddie grew to that stage of your relationship, you spent more and more time in his room, growing more and more familiar with each other. Eventually, you stopped coming to the field. As time passed, the tire tracks in the grass faded and once again, the field was a place that only the wildflowers reigned.

Today though— today, you pay the field a visit.

Heavy rain on petals, dripping from their leaves like tear drops, you’re greeted by the weeping wildflowers, more abundantly spread on the land than you remembered.

In the way the flowers appear to cry, it elicits a similar feeling inside you, like the swell of happy tears, born from being reunited with a lost friend.

Eddie puts the van in park, reaching his hand back across the center console to squeeze your thigh. “We’ve got a lot of kisses to catch up on,” he says, meeting your gaze and nodding his head towards the plethora of brightly coloured speckles amongst the vast green.

“Better get started then,” you laugh.

Like time had never passed, you and Eddie follow the same routine you used to. With a polite wave of his arm for you to go first and a gentle murmur of ‘ladies first’, you maneuver yourself to the back of the van with Eddie following suit.

You both kick off your shoes and you take your seat, the place that Eddie has always set for you. He swings the back doors open, letting the mist of the rain and the dimmed rays from the clouded sky in.

“Really raining, huh?” Eddie says as he settles next to you.

“Yeah, we needed it though. I would say the flowers needed it, but it looks like they’re doing just fine on their own,” you say fondly, scooting yourself to get a better view of the outside and coincidentally closer to Eddie. He does the same, shifting so he’s closer to you.

He brings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you flush to his side.

“So, those kisses…” he says, grinning at you.

“Smooth, very smooth,” you smile, tilting your chin upwards to him as an invitation.

Eager as always, he wastes no time closing the distance between you two.

Lips to lips, nose pressed against nose, he brings a hand to your jawline and he leans forward into you. Eager, very eager.

“Something tells me you want a little more than just kisses,” you laugh when he parts his lips from yours, trailing his pecks across your cheek and dipping them down to your neck. You practically feel his smirk against your skin.

“You know me so well,” he laughs softly, breath fanning over your skin.

You run your hands down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. He pulls away enough to help you remove it, flashing you a grin in the process. He’s not going to say it, but you both know he’s not the only one who wants a little more than just kisses.

His shirt thrown to the side, you run your fingers over his bare chest. The breeze coming in, and your gentle touch work in tandem to sprout goosebumps over his skin. He shivers, shaking his head gently, making you huff a soft laugh. He flashes you another smile, this time, hands grabbing to lift up your shirt.

“Let’s see how you like it,” he teases.

He pulls the cotton of your shirt up and over your head and before he has the chance to touch you, you already feel the crawl of goosebumps over your skin, as well as a light mist from the rain blowing in. Shivering immediately, Eddie laughs softly, but doesn’t hesitate to bring you close to him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you warmed up,” he teases, making you laugh.

His arms snaking behind your back, a quick tug on the clasp on your bra has it coming undone. He guides you downwards, helping you lay back onto the carpeted and blanket covered floor.

Both arms caging you in, he hovers over you, letting you still feel his radiating warmth, but leaving just enough space between you two to free you from your bra. His mouth spreads into a smirk as soon as your hardened nipples come into his view, already perked and pebbled from the chill.

“S’cold,” you whisper.

“Poor baby,” he coos.

He dips his face down, placing kisses to your collar bones and slowly working his way down. His hands rub your sides in long languid motions, careful friction with the intention of warming you up. At the same time, he presses his body to yours, sharing all of his warmth.

His kisses get lower and lower until he’s sucking harshly on your chest, each press of his mouth like a spark of warmth in your bloodstream. He’s doing a good job of keeping his promise to warm you up.

His mouth connects to your nipple, the heat of his mouth like a sweet relief that encompasses your whole body, all the way down to your core.

Your hands weave into his hair as his tongue swirls and sucks. When he switches sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, you hardly have the mind to feel the way the dampness of your skin nearly frosts in the air. No, instead, your hips cant upwards, seeking relief elsewhere now.

“Eddie,” you hum, tugging lightly at the roots of his hair.

He hums back with a raised inflection in his tone— asking you what you need without parting his mouth from you. You lift your hips again, the denim of your jeans meeting his lower belly with the way he’s positioned over you.

He removes his mouth from your chest with a wet ‘pop’ before looking up at you with a cute smile and contradictory dark eyes.

“Feeling warmer?” he asks through his grin.

“More,” you whisper pleadingly.

His smile deepens, eyes dancing in amusement as he passes his hands down your sides a final time, pushing himself up and giving himself the space he needs to remove both of your remaining clothes.

“You know,” he starts. His hands work at your pants, undoing them, while he spares you quick glances, a certain mischievousness lingering in each look your way. “They say if you ever meet somebody who might have hypothermia, you’re supposed to cuddle with them naked.”

“Funny,” you huff quietly, trying to stop the way your lips demand to tug up. You lift your hips for him as he shimmies your jeans down your body.

He meets your gaze once again with raised brows. “I’m serious, saw it on one of those survival shows,” he says as he throws your pants to the side.

You match his gaze, raising your brows to mirror his. “Eddie, you’ve already got me down to my underwear, don’t think I need any more convincing,” you reply with nothing but adoration for him in your voice. He laughs, and you beckon him forward, sitting up just enough to reach his pants, tugging the belt undone. Eddie helps you with the rest, freeing himself from both his denim and boxers.

“Hope nobody comes out here or they’re gonna see a whole lotta ass,” he says as he tosses his clothes next to yours.

You bring your hands to the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down and Eddie quickly takes over, pulling them the rest of the way down your legs and adding them to the pile of clothes.

“Nobody comes out here,”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause it’s not your ass on the line, it’s mine,” he laughs as he situates himself, guiding your knees outwards to make space for himself. His hardened cock demands your attention as it bobs in front of you, but you catch his gaze.

“They’d be lucky to see your ass,” you smile sweetly at him, knowing it’s the truth— that if someone did come out here, he’s the one in the direct line of sight, not you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smiles back, rolling his eyes. You huff a laugh through your nose, pulling him closer to you, making kissy lips at him. He indulges you, leaning forward and sweeping you up in a kiss that he’s quick to deepen.

With his body hovering over yours, he moves his forearm to rest on the floor under your shoulder to keep himself steady. His free hand snakes between the two of you, sliding along your lower belly until he reaches your mound. His fingers quickly breach your folds, gliding towards your already slicked hole. Groaning into the kiss, he gathers your wetness on his fingertips before moving back up to your clit.

Slow circles on your sensitive button, your breath hitches. At the same time, your hips buck— your body's way of demanding more.

The kiss becomes sloppy, wet, and full of your heavy pants. Eventually, you lose the capacity to move your lips against his as he continues his movements, speeding them up ever so slightly. Your chest rises and falls with your quickened breaths as he works you past just relief and well into the territory of explicit pleasure, heat blooming heavily in your lower belly.

“Need you t-t—“ you stutter, your own ragged breath interrupting your speech.

“Need me to what, baby?” Eddie asks, relishing in the way he has you worked up like this, nearly so far gone that you can hardly speak.

“Inside. You,” you moan, trying to gather your wits. “Please.”

“My girl wants to cum on my cock?” he says tauntingly, loving the sight of you like this. He speeds up his fingers and your hips stutter, the emptiness inside of you becoming too much to bear.

“Please,”

“I don’t know if you’re ready for it. Think you’re warmed up enough?” he taunts again, keeping his unrelenting pace on your clit.

“Mhm,” you hum in a strangled breath. “Please, Eddie.”

His movements on your clit stop and are replaced with the throb of need. Before your whined breath can carry up from your lungs, through your throat, and out your mouth, his cock is at your entrance pushing in, quickly bottoming out inside of you. He steals every ounce of your breath, pushing it from you in a heavy mewl, his own deep groan sounding in your ear as he leans in closer to you.

“Fuck, how’s that feel, baby?” he asks.

You suck in a breath, whining softly, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. He hums, encouraging you to answer his question.

“Feels good, Eddie.” you moan.

“Yeah?”

“Always feels good.”

Eddie presses another kiss to your cheek, followed by a quick peck to your lips before shifting. Taking both your knees in his hands, he tilts your hips upwards giving himself better leverage. As he does, he cock perfectly pushes against your g spot, knocking you breathless once again.

“Just like that, huh?” he rasps, watching you as you take steadying breaths, eyes already fluttering. You nod your head fervently, desperately needing him to move.

Meeting his gaze, he smiles softly, knowing exactly what you need.

Slowly but surely, he pulls his hips back from yours. Pushing back in, the head of his cock grazes that perfect spot again and you sigh contendently as your eyes flutter unrelentingly in your pleasure.

He finds a steady pace that has you moaning and mewling. Every stroke bringing you closer to the edge, the chilly breeze is a thing of the past. The way the rain patters against the van and the gentle sounds of the wind whispering through the air doesn’t breach your consciousness in the slightest. The only thing on your mind is Eddie— and when he brings his hand to your clit, continuing those pleasure filled little circles, your mind is reduced to nothing but a puddle of love for him and how he’s making you feel.

“F-fuck, feels so good,” he stutters, picking up his pace.

You feel the heat simmering in your belly and you know any second you're about to reach your peak. Grasping forward, you anchor yourself to Eddie with a desperate hand wrapping around his arm, clutching onto him with everything you have.

His breathing is ragged, grunts and groans decorating each thrust into you. Skin on skin, the sticky slapping and the wet obscenities with each pump give nature's sounds that echo through the field a run for their money.

He picks up his speed on your clit, abruptly pushing you right over the edge. Your body tenses, pulses, and stutters under him, washing you over in the euphoria of your high. Eddie’s not far behind as he chases you into the waters of pleasure.

With your hips jerking kinetically from his fingers on your clit, he relents his movements, pressing his hand to your hip, anchoring himself to you much as you had done to him. As his fingers press into your skin, his pace starts to become uneven.

With a low groan, he thrusts deeply into you, his hips meeting yours completely. The depth of his reach and sudden contact on your sensitive clit has you jolting, adding a second wave to your dwindling orgasm. Your muscles tense harshly, fluttering around him, making him nearly whine as he comes undone. Drawing from you once again, he continues slow, shallow thrusts, working himself through his release.

Your orgasm subsiding, you hum happily, still feeling the tingly remnants of pleasure in your body all the way from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. Eddie collapses besides you, not going far at all, mere inches from being halfways on top of you.

Reaching your hand over his back, you're met with his wet skin, more damp than just sweat, and you retract your touch out of surprise.

“S’just rain,” he mumbles into your skin. You return your touch, gliding it down the expanse of his drenched skin. You use your hand to slick it off from him.

“Didn’t know you were getting rained on,” you say, shaking the water from your hand before settling it back down against his back, cuddling closer to him.

“It’s only water,” he replies, lifting his head to see you, a grin pulled across his rosy face.

You both lie like that for a while, sharing whispers and each other's company before separating enough to put yourselves back together. In the moment you hadn’t noticed just how much rain was blowing in through the open doors. Only after the fact did you realize the way the carpet was heavily dotted with wet drops and how both yours and Eddie’s legs were coated in a misted dew. Eddie got the brunt of the rain, his whole backside dripping wet.

You helped him dry off, giving him kisses for his sacrifice despite him telling you it was well worth it. Once you were both redressed, you wrapped the two of you in one of the fuzzy blankets you keep back here.

“Why’d we stop coming here?” Eddie asks, pulling you in tighter to his side.

Tilting your face up towards him, you raise your brows as you meet his gaze. “Because you started only bringing me to your bed,” you reply, hiding your smile by pursing your lips. He laughs, face lights up with amusement, a deep smirk spreading across his face because he knows you’re right.

“Well, this was fucking amazing, I think we should do this more often,” he jest, pinching at your side. You squirm but he rubs his hand over the affected area, soothing the pinch and the tickles away.

With a warning raise of your brows, despite your unwavering smile, he takes the hint, placing a quick kiss to your cheek like a sugar coated apology.

You agree with him, you should come back here more often, but you don’t indulge him in that information just yet. Instead you redirect your gaze over the kingdom of wildflowers in front of you.

The rain, slowing to a drizzle, your eyes reap over the field, taking in the small details you used to be so well acquainted with. It’s both nostalgic and bittersweet. It’s the same place you once knew, yet, at the same time, it’s entirely different.

It’s a tender wash of feelings. The field flourished without you. Similarly, you and Eddie flourished without the field. It was a funny thing to come back like this— like both you and Eddie, and the field greeted each other so dearly, with heavy rain drops that felt like tears, only to show off the ways in which you’ve both grown since you’ve been apart.

Growing is a part of life, as it is a part of love, both of which you’ve become familiar with ever since you met Eddie. Before, you thought love was supposed to be fiery crimson and vibrant magenta, heavily embellished with love hearts and fireworks. As time has gone on, you’ve grown to understand that love has shades. Love can be vivid and flashy and extravagant, but it can also be the simple things.

Right now, love is an overgrown field, hued blue from the overcast sky, with green grass sprinkled in pink, orange, yellow, and red confetti. Love is rosy cheeks and rain misted skin. Love is simple, natural. Love is you, Eddie, and the wildflowers.

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Thank you! hope you like it <3

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader

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ganondoodle · 6 months

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so guess what they released more interviews and i think given what a writing shitshow totk was and what they have been saying in all these interviews is actually painting a really bad picture; i dont have the time, nor the energy to go over every detail

but they were commenting on people wanting the more linear format back and aonuma himself basically said that he thinks people who feel like that do so only bc of nostalgia and "Why do you want to go back to a type of game where you're more limited or more restricted in the types of things or ways you can play?"

what .. the fuck, more freedom DOESNT automatically mean better??? like ... restriction can be a GOOD thing just as tooo much freedom can be BAD?? like in totk??? are you fukcing shitting me- what the hell are games even for then, has he had an awakening to the fact that he actually just loves sandbox games without realizing it???? im not playing fucking zelda for a sandbox, especially not when its advertised as a somethign else

its pretty clear that they want to keep this format going with everything they say there, ... maybe it really is over huh

also i hate how they kept talking around answering anything about story/lore; they go asked how ganondorf even connects to ganon since theres nothign about it in game, and all they got out was welllll we dont wanna say anything bc its up to the player; about every question you got the answer of "make somethign up yourself" which is just ... its really clear they dont actually care but dont want to say everything is meaningless actually, so they try to be vague about it and with doing that really just confirm they didnt think about it and they dont care- so no lore actually matters, nothing thats been said or established has any meaning bc they will get rid of it the second it crosses paths with their new -more freedom equals better- philosophy, they say its bc they want you to be "free" to think up anything but apparently dont realize that when there are no rules, no consistent lore or anything that it ROBS it, it stops having meaning, its fun to connect dots only when there are rules you need to work with and dots to connect in the first place, when you have an established world with its restrictions it drives you to think more creatively about things- but when there are no rules?? its fucking boring!! thats what it is!!

when you discard all rules i wont care to get invested into anything bc i know it will not be considered again, be done away with without any reason and wont have influence on coming or previous games ... bc there are no rules, anything is possible and everything can be changed any second, so nothing matters

(they also talked about the many viral videos of those very few dedicated people that make godzilla mechs in totk and how happy they are about that- i get that to some extent, but the way they kept talkign about it really just felt like it confirmed my suspicion that that whole mechanic was mainly implemented to let people do that since that gets shared around en masse making it seem like that is why people enjoy it while neither the game nor the narrative are build around it in any way ..)

it just makes all the time i spend thinking, feeling and theorizing about zelda like a true waste of time, bc nothing matters and there are no rules-

i am someone who greatly enjoys working with and around established lore/rules, its fun to me to recontextulize things by being smart or creative with it all without breaking anything or as little as possible of the established things!

if i wanted to do just do anything i want I COULD HAVE ALREADY DONE THAT bc theres nothing actually stopping anyone to just make up what they want! i DONT need canon to lose all rules for that??!!

maybe ill have to make myself believe the franchise ended with botw on a good note ... ono

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #sorry for sounding so agressive about this #but its making me so mad #also someone said to me that they literally admitted to not have an actual writer for totk???#(or someone that has no connection to anything zelda before this??)#which i couldnt find myself but #it would make so much sense if true #like ... yeah if there werent any people dedicated for the narrative and it was jsut cool looking moment tacked on cool looking moment #or someone that has no idea of anything of the past ... including botw ... yeah .. yeah it does feel like that #it makes me so sad #and also like i have to come to terms with this franchise being practically dead to me now #just when i was about to start working on chapter 2 #can they please stop doing interviews when all they do is fuck it up more #(* ￣︿￣)

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fairykazu · 3 months

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youre dating me! not him! ft. lyney࿐࿔ ✦cws: est. relationship, otome game (i.e. love and deepspace), rafayel my beloved, jealousy, feminine terms are used but reader is gender neutral, crackpost, lyney is trying to be batman to save chaos from gotham (his brain) and ooc ✦masterlist

lyney noticed something off with his girlfriend, giggling on their phone and of course, he thinks that youre either chatting away with your own friends or youve picked up a new hobby.

you have plenty of hobbies but you so happen to be invested in fandom culture.

hes well aware of how you read fanfiction on those websites, totally not because he snooped on your phone and accidentally found them. he will admit though that they are pretty well written, and he did steal some of the tropes and some of the pick up lines just to flirt and fluster you.

but you're not intensely reading fanfiction because you don't have the face, the "oh my god???" or "OH MY GODDD..... ?!?!?!?" so clearly, you're playing something else here. but you were being sneaky!

every time he tries to peek over, you hid your screen, turn off your phone. hell, you even invested into a privacy phone screen. although, these signs do sound like cheating. it most definitely is not because well… to put it lightly, you’re kind of a loser (affectionate) but its his favorite trait of yours!!!

…

wow.

that sounded more backhanded than he intended.

but he has to solve this mystery before the world falls to chaos…

he’s just going to “borrow” your phone. he had a plan and everything. he knew exactly what he was going to do. wait until you sleep, unlock your phone and find out your biggest secret at the moment.

but instead, midway of his plan, you had light mode on??? why are you the devil? knowing he was going to sneak onto your phone, you put your themes to light mode. its a sneak attack on his very character!

a bright light burned his eyes as he lowered the brightness because he will power through!! but he was being too loud when he was putting in your phone password.

lyney noticed you were waking up, quickly hiding your phone under a pillow case. as you yawned, you turned on the lamp, peeling open your eyes, “…mhmm, hey, lyney why are you up?”

“well, i couldnt sleep.” he replied back, snaking his arms around you. you laugh,

“is anything keeping you up?” funny you ASK, the joker of his heart !! you shifted in your side of the bed, facing his way. “ow, what the hell?” you reached under your pillowcase, “huh, why is my phone here?”

lyney, sweating, “um, maybe you forgot?”

“its even unlocked!”

“woww… wonder how it got there.”

silence filled the air as the both of you just stare at each other. well, he looked at your eyes with unwavering confidence and a midge of fear and you were straining your half asleep eyes at your boyfriend.

“lyney…”

“um… dont know! okay, fine i did it.”

“if you wanted to know, you can.” you handed him your phone, clearly even more suspicious. not really. he really wanted to get into this dark knight hero guy character.

he swiped through and nothing hut a new game. “oh! dont click that…”

“why?” he clicked on it anyway. he was met with kind of realistic men, painting, winking and other actions. its not as bad as he thought. or even, kind of typical girlfriend behavior.

hearing the theme song, you sighed, rubbing your temples. your tone was embarassed, “i.. its an otome game. i thought it would be weird—”

you met eye contact with lyney as you nervously laughed. “because its a dating simulator.”

“huh.”

“yeah…”

you could tell he was processing it in his mind. “wait, youre dating me,”

“yes.”

“and youre playing otome games, which is, dating sims.”

“yes…”

“but youre dating me! not him! ive been feeling neglect lately and you were gone in your prtend world of these…” he looks at the home screen. “very attractive suitors while i waste away to our homelife, trying to be better.”

“good narrative, babe.”

“thank you, i made it on the spot. wait, no, dont distract me!!” he made himself sound serious. “all jokes aside though, im glad it was a game. i thought it was more something serious.”

“such as?”

“like cheating! and i know how that sounds and i know you wouldn’t but the way you acted made it seem bad.”

he saw you load in the information he just gave you and you began to apologize. “dont worry, you just have to pay attention to me and i guess, whoever is on ‘amor and deepabyss’.”

“sounds like a plan!”

#astronetwrk #lyney x reader #lyney x gn reader #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fanfics #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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moonstonerain · 27 days

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I somewhat recovered from the devastating news of YoI Ice Ado cancellation, so to celebrate Yuri on Ice brings me joy day (which should be everyday) I'm writing down my headcanons.

The pets in the YoI universe have the general lifespan of their humans. Pets tend to die days before or after their owners died. Unless they have an accident, or a sickness (poor Vicchan). So essentially Makkachin is in fact immortal.

The YoI universe is kinder: there is no homophobia. I understand that sometimes exploring topics like these in fiction is important, but personally I think there is enough of that in the real world. So I want to believe in at least one universe where people are kinder. Viktor and Yuuri can get married anywhere in the world and it would be recognized. Nobody is bothered by the two being men.

Yuuri Katsuki is not a Viktor Nikiforov fan. He is THE Viktor Nikiforov fan. I'm talking fan accounts where he's protecting Viktor. The posters in his room are just the tip of the iceberg. He has hand fans, body pillows, limited edition bottle of water where Viktor did some promotion. One time he ordered a limited edition, signed poster from a "fan". (The person was thinking of ripping him of. And then he got an email. The only text read: his name, his address, his age, his social security number. Man was so scared he payed triple for ice show tickets, just to get the signed poster. Incidentally he also got invested in ice skating and found Yuuri Katsuki, Japan's ace. He's been a fan ever since.) After Viktor cut his long hair, Yuuri mourned for a few days and then layed waste on everyone on the internet who dared to complain about Viktor's decision.

All of Yuuri's fans, as well as all of Japan knows that Yuuri Katsuki is THE Viktor Nikiforov fan. Journalists that are usually ignored by Yuuri know that they only need to mention Viktor before Yuuri goes on a 30 minute tangent about his newest programs, his music, his outfits, that obscure program he did only once six years ago. If the journalist is brave, and willing to risk life and limb, they'll even add some sort of critiscism "Viktor's landing was a bit wobbly" Yuuri Avoider of Anything that Risks Conflict Katsuki: "First of all how dare you." 40 minutes later "I'm done! I'm done! ... And another thing!"

Yeah Yuri Plisetsky admires Viktor Nikiforov. He's ugh Viktor. But Yuri is a fan of one skater and one skater only and that is Yuuri Katsuki. I'm talking posters, hand fans, body pillows, limited edition sports drink Yuuri did some promotion for. He came to Hasetsu with one luggage, left with three filled to the brim with Katsuki merch. And a giant poster from the train station. When Viktor discovers Yuri's collection he is incredibly jealous.

Phicit, Yuuri, Leo, Guang-Hong Ji, Otabek, Emil, Michele, J.J., and Seung Gil have a group chat for gossip. While the group chat is used pretty frequently Seung Gil will only wildly appear once every blue moon, leave a devastating one liner and dissapear once again. Once Viktor goes to coach Yuuri the group has front rows to live updates: "omg Viktor just showed up buck naked at my parents' onsen" "ok so he asked if I want him to be my boyfriend. do you think this is code for something?" "He sure likes to be very touchy with me. very touchy. hmm silly europeans" "he just wants us to be close friends" the despair the others are feeling. after the live kiss, seung gil: "just friends huh. never lie to my face again bitch"

minami and yuri have beef. minami has a limited edition photo card that he brought with him to the juniors. yuri has another limited edition card that he also brought to juniros. they saw each others limited edition cards, argued which was superior, both incredibly jealous of the other. loathed each other since then.

yuuri was the first to give Viktor his blue roses crown. One time when Viktor was assigned to NHK Trophy Yuuri busted his entire allowance and some odd jobs to buy him the crown, to an exhorbitant price because roses are expensive, blue roses even more so, and a flower crown?! Yuuri was standing near the rink when Viktor saw him holding the crown. Viktor's heart melted, and he let Yuuri put the crown on him. ever since then Viktor was associated with blue roses. Years later a skating fan uncovered an old photo of yuuri putting the crown on viktor and posted it online. the skating world collectively lost their minds. at their wedding they each put a flower crown on top of each others heads.

#yoi #yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #ice adolescence #yoi ice adolescence

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cherryrainn · 5 months

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How would Striker react to playing Red Dead Redemption 2 if his human friend showed him and would he simp for Sadie Adler or Arthur Morgan?

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─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; striker + reader (platonic)

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love this so much thank you

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; spoilers for rdr2

striker is not exactly a fan of video games, finding them a bit too detached from his usual hands-on, action-packed lifestyle.

you, being the enthusiastic friend, would insist that he at least gives it a try. your excitement and the promise of a unique experience would eventually wear down his resistance.

striker would fumble with the controls initially. his pride might take a small hit as he struggles to grasp the mechanics of the game.

as he starts playing, striker would be captivated by the detailed and immersive world. the graphics, the open-world setting, and the characters would pique his interest.

"sadie adler, now there's a hell of a woman,"

"so, you're a sadie fan, huh?"

"can you blame me? she's got spirit."

he def liked arthur a lot more though

striker might not openly admit it, but he'd find himself secretly admiring the characters' strengths and skills. there could be moments where he lets out a begrudging "not bad" or a subtle nod of approval during particularly impressive scenes.

throughout the game, striker would likely provide snarky commentary on certain aspects of human behavior portrayed in the game. he might mock the characters' naivety or question their moral dilemmas.

during intense shootouts, striker's competitive nature kicks in. "let me handle this, i could outshoot these guys any day."

sadie adler's badassery continues to impress him. "they should make a game just about her. i'd play the hell out of that."

occasionally, he criticizes arthur's choices, shouting at the screen as if he can change the outcome. "come on, arthur, don't trust that guy!"

as the story progresses, it becomes evident that arthur has become striker's absolute favorite character in the game

striker may not admit it outright, but his actions in the game often align with how arthur would handle situations. "i ain't playin' a saint; arthur's got the right idea."

when arthur finally dies, striker isn't sad; he's furious. "this is bullshit! they killed off the best character for some tearjerker ending. unbelievable."

you watch as he slams the controller down, a rare display of frustration. "i invested all this time just to watch him die? what a fuckin' waste!"

#STRIKER #helluva boss striker #helluva boss #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #headcanons'

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Grailfinders #332: Dobrynya Nikitich

today on grailfinders we’re saying good riddance to Tunguska and the year 2023, but not before getting one last build in! our final build in 2023 is none other than Dobrynya Nikitich, the legendary bogatyr dragon slayer. and dragon rider, it turns out. maybe even just dragon? tbh I stopped reading this event after the story chapter that was almost literally just every character gathering around to say the sentence “Koyanskaya is not Daji” over and over. I might not have a great handle on what Nikitich is, but I’ve got what she can do down pat, so let’s get into the build!

Dobrynya’s a Drakewarden Ranger to have a permanent dragon partner to ride, as well as a Champion Fighter for a meatier axe, and a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer to grab her armor phantasm, as well as her later ascensions. I mean she’s definitely got a lot of draconic blood, it’s just all wrapped up in a pervert horse. oh god I just realized he's staring at her underwear in the FA art what the hell

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: wait a minute, didn’t we just shoot you into space?

Ancestry & Background

our first question of the day is, “what the hell is Nikitich?” our second question of the day is “do we really want to waste time waffling on what she is when Custom Lineage exists?”

answering no to the latter gives her +2 Charisma as well as Darkvision and the Strike of the Giants feat to fight for better working rights for meteored animals. or it gives you a frost strike you can do once a turn proficiency times a day to deal an extra d6 of cold damage and force a constitution save on whatever you hit, reducing their movement speed to 0 for a turn if they fail. I know the ice axe doesn’t show up until third ascension, but I think a treat is warranted here.

Dobrynya talks a big game about how tenuous her connection to humanity is, so she’s an Outlander now for proficiency in Athletics and Survival. Folk Hero would also fit here, but a dragon is not a beast in D&D, so that animal handling proficiency would be completely wasted.

Ability Scores

I’m not going to lie, this build needs a lot of stuff, so we’re just going to point buy things this time around. even then, it’s pretty hard to get everything where it needs to be. Strength, Dexterity, and Wisdom will be set at 14, the former two to be good with an axe while wearing a bikini, and the last one so we can multiclass, and to make your dragons’ breath a little hotter. Constitution is at 13 so we don’t die. meanwhile, Charisma is all the way down at 9. we’ll need to invest a little for multiclassing later, but she’s not the life of the party. that means we’re dumping Intelligence at 8. not much worse than charisma, but she does leave all the thinking to others most of the time.

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: starting off as a ranger nets you proficiency in Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as Animal Handling, Nature, and Perception. I know your dragon isn’t a beast, but there’s Fou who… is probably an aberration. well, at least there’s Taigong Wang’s tapir, which… also isn’t a real animal… but there’s the sheep thing! yeah, I don’t think that counts either. so much for an animal sanctuary, huh?

for further bafflement, we’re actually going with mostly OG ranger features this time around. but if you’re going to be a dragonslayer, it probably helps to have Dragon as a Favored Enemy for advantage on checks to track and find out about them. thankfully, most dragons are pretty easy to track on account of their size and their tendency to hang out in the sky. that being said, you need to slay/mount a white dragon before this is all done, so getting used to the Arctic is a must. thankfully, you’re a Natural Explorer up there, so it’s pretty hard for your traveling group to get lost or slowed down. you can also track creatures a lot better!

2. Ranger 2: second level rangers get a Fighting Style, and the Dueling style will even out the damage differences between two-handing and one-handing your battleaxe. you really need to lean over your dragon if you want to hit anything, so a free hand to grab onto something helps out a ton.

you also learn some Spells this level- Hunter’s Mark lets you deal extra damage with every attack against a target for up to an hour, and you can swap it to another as a bonus action if the first gets ko’d. it also gives you another bonus to tracking the target down! it’s hard to get species-specific bonuses in D&D, but if you only use this spell against dragons it’s kind of the same thing, right?

also, you get Jump, to jump. getting onto the back of a dragon after every time you attack is rough without something to boost you up.

3. Ranger 3: at third level you gain a Primal Awareness of the world around you, giving you some extra spells as you level up. I’ve said it before that I’m pretty sure your dragon isn’t a beast, but it’s better safe than sorry, so you get Speak with Animals for free. you can also cast Longstrider now to dash as a bonus action. when your main way to attack is hitting things with a big piece of metal, some extra movement can be very helpful.

you also become a Drakewarden this level, which gives you a Draconic Gift- it’s Thaumaturgy and a language. thankfully, you also get a much cooler draconic gift- your Drake Companion. you can summon a small dragon as an action whose appearance and breath type you decide on. it moves after your turn, but it can’t do anything but dodge unless you spend your bonus action commanding it. you can summon your drake once a day for free, or re-summon it by spending a spell slot. since you can decide on your drake’s appearance and breath weapon separately, you aren’t shackled to ice-type attacks this entire run, thank goodness. tbh I don’t think we ever see Nikitich’s ride use its breath attack. it could be anything! it could even be ice! though we don’t get any breath attacks until level 11- right now, this just gives it a damage immunity, and it can use its reaction to add its element to a nearby creature’s regular weapon for one attack, dealing an extra d6 of damage.

4. Ranger 4: use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma to multiclassing levels. I wish we could keep this lower to match her… her, but we’ll make do.

5. Ranger 5: fifth level rangers get an Extra Attack each action, as well as second level spells! you get Beast Sense for free, but we’re more here for Magic Weapon. it’s not quite the glowy blue axe you get at third ascension yet, but this should help cut through dragons a bit easier.

6. Fighter 1: bouncing over to fighter gets you another Fighting Style, like Great Weapon Fighting. now if you hold your axe with both hands, you can re-roll 1s and 2s on your damage dice. with your dragon, giant strikes, and hunter’s marks, you can add a lot of dice to your axe.

you also get a Second Wind once per short rest, healing up as a bonus action. in most builds this is basically free healing, but even with the draconic wrinkle it’s still a nice addition.

7. Fighter 2: second level fighters can Action Surge once a short rest, adding an extra action to your turn

this doesn’t give you more bonus actions, but it’ll be super useful later.

8. Fighter 3: third level fighters get their subclass, and as a Champion you get an Improved Critical, allowing you to crit twice as often. again, you can add a lot of dice to specific attacks, so adding them all to a crit just makes it even sweeter.

9. Ranger 6: now that we’re a couple levels in, let’s start talking about how we’ll take down Koyanskaya. if we’re going into Tunguska, we need to get prepared- that’s why this level you get another Favored Enemy in beasts and another Natural Explorer biome- forests. that should help with most of what you’ll be facing in there. probably.

10. Ranger 7: at seventh level you forge a Bond of Fang and Scale with your dragon, granting it a flying speed, and letting it grow large enough to ride on- though you can’t do both at once. it also starts adding elemental damage to its own attacks, and giving you resistance to the chosen damage type.

also, you can cast Lesser Restoration now. it’s not quite debuff immunity, but curing a debuff right after you get it is pretty close, right?

11. Ranger 8: for our next ASI, pick up the Fury of the Frost Giant feat for +1 Constitution, permanent resistance to cold damage, and when you get hit by an attack you can blast them back with ice, forcing them to make a constitution save to avoid cold damage and being frozen in place. you can do this proficiency times a day.

your Land’s Stride exists now too, so you can pass through any nonmagical terrain without worrying about being slowed down or hurt by plants.

12. Sorcerer 1: it’s been long enough, let’s ascend. as a Draconic sorcerer you get Draconic Resilience, giving you an extra 1 HP per sorcerer level (so. 1 for the build) and a permanent mage armor effect as long as you’re not wearing real armor, making your AC 13 + your dexterity modifier. it’s not super strong with your dexterity, but if you’re going to stand in front of 999 turrets this should help some miss.

you also learn some charisma-based spells! light and message are just kind of here because… why not. a lot of stuff in FGO glows for no reason, and if you’re on the Chaldea team they’re going to give you a communicator at some point. Blade Ward is another layer to your armor, giving you resistance to physical damage, and Sword Burst is spinning around in a circle. it’s a neat trick!

you also get a breath weapon a little early by casting Burning Hands. as a level one spell it’s pretty weak, but it can always be upcast.

13. Ranger 9: ninth level rangers don’t get a lot, but third level spells are nice! now you can Speak with Plants (boring) or turn that axe into an Elemental Weapon! this gives your weapon a +1 to hit, and deals 1d4 damage of an elemental type on hit. it’s not as good as hunter’s mark, but it does work on any weapon, not just your own attacks. also, flaming axes are cool.

14. Ranger 10: tenth level rangers get a third Natural Explorer biome like, for example, Mountains. sadly, “blasted hellcape” and “corporate office” aren’t biomes you can pick from- partially because they’re synonyms. that being said, if you’re stuck in the death zone you can use Nature’s Veil to hide yourself as a bonus action, becoming invisible for a round up to proficiency times a day.

15. Ranger 11: eleventh level rangers get their guts thanks to casting revivify, and your Drake’s Breath finally kicks in- as an action, you or your drake can breathe elemental damage in a cone, forcing everyone inside to take elemental damage if they fail their dexterity save. you can use this once a day for free, and you can gain extra uses by spending spell slots.

16. Ranger 12: now that we have multiclassing and feat stuff done, we can finally get a handle on your Strength for more accurate and damaging attacks.

17. Ranger 13: thirteenth level rangers get fourth level spells, letting you get in touch with your wild side and become a Guardian of Nature. there’s two ways to use this spell, but we’re here entirely for the first, turning you into a cat monster… turning you into more of a cat monster, increasing your walking speed and darkvision distance, and giving advantage and bonus damage to strength-based attacks.

18. Ranger 14: fourteenth level rangers get one last Favored Enemy, so let’s track down Koyanskaya and end that Aberration once and for all! (she is an aberration, right?)

if things go south you can Vanish as a bonus action, which despite coming later that NV, only lets you hide rather than actually vanish. you also can’t be tracked without magic, but you’re level 18, your enemies have magic by now.

19. Ranger 15: fifteenth level drakewardens have stronger breath attacks as well as a Perfected Bond, adding more elemental damage to your dragons attacks, and making them large enough to ride on while flying. on top of that, you can now spend your reaction to give yourself or your drake resistance to an attack proficiency times a day. it says “or”, but you can always be a rules lawyer and say it’s an inclusive or! I won’t tell!

you can also cast greater restoration this level, reducing the effects of exhaustion or removing one effect that is charming, petrifying, cursing, or reducing a stat or HP total of yourself or a party member. again, it’s not debuff immunity, but it’s the closest you can get in D&D.

20. Ranger 16: use your last ASI for more Strength. it’s not complicated, but neither is Nikitich.

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I’m giving riding a dragon its own spot on the pros list. why? because riding dragons is cool, and you’re playing an RPG to feel cool.

as far as actual gameplay goes, you are fantastic at dishing out Burst Damage. whether that’s piling all sorts of damage modifiers onto a lucky crit, or action surging to blast a crowd with two breath attacks at once, you can fire off a lot of damage in a short amount of time. (also, while it’s technically not Rules As Written, you should be able to easily argue that freezing them in place with frost giant stuff would at least give them disadvantage, if not a force failure, on dex saves, forcing them to take the full brunt of 20d6 damage if you time it right)

as a ranger, you have a surprising amount of Utility for a mostly martial fighter, greatly improving your party’s time while traveling and providing emergency debuff removal and revivals. you’re no healer, but sometimes staying alive is a victory all its own.

Cons:

your multiclassing requirements alone use three ability scores, and that’s before we factor in the two other stats we need for the build to play well. all this means we never really get a chance to get the abilities we want high, which leads to…

weak spells that are easily avoided by enemies. your casting modifier for both kinds of spells is only a +1, so they’ll be whiffing a lot before you reach level 10.

we don’t even get started working on your strength, your main attacking stat, until level 16. even if we skip over the giant thing for later, that’s still not until level 11. you’re not very accurate for a majority of the build, let’s leave it at that.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Dobrynya Nikitich #Ranger #Sorcerer #Fighter

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rendezvous

Chapter 3: Rough Starts

the story kicks off as kyle and yn get a drink while the black stones also brews a fun idea in the process

wc: 2328 cws: drinking (very light), mentions of rehab and drugs (brief) check the series master list here! previous chapter

All eyes were on Kyle that very moment—including YN’s. Kenny was right; she did seem like she was about to head out. He needed to act fast.

All the attention garnered on Kyle made him rather uneasy, though. ‘Your name is Brad Plum. Kind of like Brad Pitt, but, like, the pits of plums.’ Kyle mentally told himself, reminding himself what he was here for.

He’ll be playing as Brad Plum, an overconfident, almost annoying man who’s a coward. He is a hiring manager for some food company, an awful one at that. He’s too caught up in his own business to be listening to others. He has no girlfriend, no pets, nothing. He invests his time in something stupid, like phrenology. He acts tough when really he’s a coward inside. In short, he’s kind of a fucking disappointment. Yeah, that’s who Brad Plum will be.

Is there anything good about Brad Plum? Yeah! He’s not hateful of others for something they can’t control, but that’s the bare minimum for humans. I guess you could call him shrewd to some extent. He definitely has confidence, to say the least. He’s a proud but a full of shit man. That’s kind of funny.

That was just to let the reader know who he’ll play, though. Kyle wasted absolutely no time standing and thinking. He made his way to YN with a confident stride. Luckily, the door slam had caught her attention as well, so her eyes were fixated on him. The longer time went on, the less people started to care about Kyle's existence. Thank god as well.

He took a deep breath in before he met eyes with her, a smug grin on his face. “You think I can buy you a drink, pretty?”

YN seemed taken aback, to say the least, but she seemed to be intrigued by Brad’s outwardness. Score. “Huh, well, why not?” She chuckled, getting back in her seat.

The two girls accompanying her, Red and Bebe, seemed entertained by Brad as well. She quickly turned to them, most likely asking if it was okay if she were to spend time here. They seemed to nod in reply, Bebe and Red quickly moving a few seats away from YN, giving Brad space to sit beside YN—which he took gladly.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked.

“I’m YN,” she said, leaning her upper body weight on the counter with her arms tucked under her chest, her head leaning to the side as she looked at Brad. “What’s your name?”

“Brad Plum.” He started to rethink the identity he took upon. It sounded like shit.

“You don’t look like a Brad or a Plum.” She replied, a small giggle following after.

“I know. I get that a lot. It’s what my parents picked, though.”

“Really? Where’d they get the name from?”

“My mom loves Brad Pitt.” Mom being Kyle. Well, he didn’t love Brad Pitt, he just loved him in Fight Club, Inglorious Bastards, and even Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Did you know Brad Pitt was Metro Man from Megamind? Kyle knew. He kinda liked Brad Pitt.

“Mhm.” She hummed.

The air felt stale. Brad's dry and seemingly disinterested replies, even if he was the one who asked YN for a drink, seemed to be failing. Maybe the overly self-assured and cold personality he’s putting up won’t get him so far. He should be a lot nicer.

“Sorry. This is getting awkward.” He shook his head, laughing at himself to relieve some awkwardness that had risen. ”What do you want?” He said, head nodding to the assortment of drinks presented before them.

“Hmm, I think I’ll just get a Riesling.”

“Really?” He raised a brow.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s very light.” In Kyle’s honest opinion, he thought that she’d go for something a little more strong—like a marsala or some vodka.

“I’ve had some to drink already, and I gotta do something later. Can’t waste your offer on something completely boring.”

“Yeah?” He asked, not quite getting where she was heading at.

“Like, I can’t just go for some water, you know?. Although I’d be fine with it, I don’t think it’s worth the confidence you mustered up earlier. Everyone was looking at you, and I’d hate it if the person I asked out just wanted water after all the effort I gave.”

A surprised look was on Kyle’s face. Huh. He didn’t think that the city-infamous YN would be so considerate. Was this the right guy? I mean, she sure sounded like her, but the YN he’s taking down is the underbelly of the crime scene here. “How thoughtful of you.”

“Of course.” She said, giving him a polite smile.

The drinks would come later, though, since it seemed like Brad and YN were quickly caught in a string of conversations back-to-back. She seemed already very interested in him, to his luck. Perhaps she was just being nice to him as well, feeling some pity for a guy who got stoned by the harsh eyes of many people when he set foot in the bar.

Whatever the reason may be, it seemed like things were going well for him. From Drew Barrymore to airline food to the best dog breed, it seemed like their first 15 minutes together never had too many awkward silences.

“Personally, I’m more of a miniature dog lover, but we can always agree to disagree.” YN sighed defeatedly, raising her hands up.

Brad had just made an argument as to why golden retrievers were far better than Shih Tzus, even if Kyle didn’t really have much of a strong love for goldies. He was much more of a Borzoi type of guy. I mean, their long noses really sell it for him.

“Yeah? Shih Tzus are always just two things: a show dog or an Asian family’s common household pet.” Brad spat back.

“Well, golden retrievers are the white-picket fence of dogs! At least I’m not that boring.” You pouted, crossing your arms.

Out of nowhere, Bebe walked up to YN and gave her a tap on the back. Her attention was quickly diverted to hers. They exchanged a few words—none that Kyle could make out, unfortunately–—but YN turned back soon after.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a bit, okay? You go order our drinks while I’m at it.” She said, already getting up from her seat.

Brad aptly nodded. “Oh, sure.” Well, it’s not like he had much of a choice anyway.

You headed to the restroom with Bebe and Red, much to Kyle’s confusion. Why were you going there as a pack? Maybe it’s just a girl thing, he thought.

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Snickers and giggles filled the empty restroom as you went inside with the girls.

“Okay, so what do we think of the guy?” Red started.

“Hmm, I think he’s cute.” You hummed, looking in the mirror as pulled out your lip gloss to touch it up.

In all honesty, you didn’t think that much of Brad yet. You thought he was kind of dorky, which you found adorable. He was also a bit too self-assured for your liking as well, but he was cute nonetheless.

“I’m pretty sure he’s a fucking narc, though,” Bebe said with a visible pout you caught by the corner of your eye, resting her back on the surface of the sinks.

“Huh? How do you know?” You asked, looking at the blonde through the mirror as you raised a brow.

“Remember Stan? The guy I met at rehab a few months ago and sold molly to?”

“Yeah?”

“I got close to him at one point, and he said that his best friend was the one who pushed him to go there. He told me he was a cop, then he showed me a pic of the guy. He looks exactly like that Brad guy you’re talking to.”

“Shit.” You said, clicking your tongue.

“Dude. I think he’s undercover. You know, he’s probably trying to get some dirt on us.” Bebe noted.

You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. You thought you were gonna have some fun tonight. “Yeah.”

“Well, he definitely did his research well since he went for you, YN,” Red said.

“What do you mean?” You hummed

“You’re the only one in our group who’s single.”

“I guess you do make a point.” You chuckled, putting your lipstick back in your purse. Bebe was with Clyde, and Red was with Heidi, but most likely Brad was taking a lucky guess going for you. It’s best to strike at the head, right?

“Are you gonna ghost him, YN?” Bebe asked, raising a brow as you.

“No,” you answered as an idea started to form in your head. “Bebe, try to get in contact with Stan if you can. Red, Heidi grew up here, right?” They both nodded, sharing a slightly confused look. “I want you guys to look further into this ‘Brad’ guy we’re dealing with. I want to have some leverage as well.

“I think we should play around with him, see how far he’s willing to go get that dirt. You know, just for shits and giggles.” If you were going to end up getting arrested in the end, you might as well have fun while you’re at it.

Yet this seemed like a weird position to put him in. I mean, a few girls dragging a guy somewhere? If you played your cards right, you might be able to convince Brad to come. At the same time, though, what if the guy you got was wrong? You hoped what Bebe said was right.

If your guesses were correct, you were going to have to go the long route with Brad. Make him think that he's gonna have you by the end of tonight, when really you're gonna fake a "hard-to-get" thing that you know he'll never get.

Red already got on her phone texting her girlfriend whilst Bebe shared a devious grin with you. “We should bring him with us tonight,” She said with a giggle.

“You think he’ll come?” Red asked, cautiousness lacing her face.

“If he’s desperate enough, maybe. ” You smiled.

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After a while, Kyle finally catches YN exiting the restroom with the two girls, who made their way back to where they were earlier.

“Hey, Brad,” she greeted, taking her seat. Kyle noted the more cleaned-up look on her face. She must’ve retouched her makeup while in the bathroom. He wondered why. Maybe because she must’ve taken a liking to him already? Well, he’d hope so. “Sorry for taking so long. Girl things.” She said with a laugh.

“Don’t sweat it.” He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the riesling she ordered.

“Thank you,” she nodded, taking the drink in hand. “Cheers?” She asked, raising the glass.

“Cheers,” Brad reaffirmed, clinking his glass of whiskey on the rocks with her glass of wine.

“So, uh, Brad,” he answered you with a hum. “What do you do for a living?”

“Huh?” He was taken aback by the randomness of the question.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to break the ice.” She laughed, placing a hand on top of his as her thumb rubbed on the back of his hand.

He was not drunk enough for this. “It’s totally fine. I’m a hiring manager.”

“Really? For what company?”

“Oh, Whole Foods Market.” He said, Whole Foods was the first company that came to his mind. It’s probably not like she was going to fact-check him anyway. ”What do you do?”

“I’m a storage facility worker or was. Recently got blown off.”

“That sucks.” He said, giving her a sympathetic frown. “Where’d you get money since then?”

“Comission side gigs.”

“Huh?”

“I’m an artist.” Not quite the answer he was expecting.

He expected that she was going to say that she was on the streets dealing whatever substances she had, but maybe she was going to hide it from him for now. I mean, that’s why undercover missions take a while so that you can wait to slowly break the target.

“Yeah? Could you show me some of your art?”

“My phone’s almost dead, so I can’t show it.” What a convenient excuse. “Maybe some other time? I’d love to showcase it.”

“I’d love to see it as well.” He gave her a grin, placing his hand on top of hers.

“Thanks.” You caught a faint smile tugging at the end of her lips. “Say, Brad,”

“Mhm?”

“The girls and I have some business to tend to—if you know what I mean.” She said, dragging a finger on his forearm, a smug look on her face. “Do you wanna come with us?”

Had he already hit a gold mine? No, a diamond mine? As a first-time undercover cop, he felt incredibly lucky. Many of his higher-ups had told him how difficult it was to have their guys break and let them in. This had to be a joke. There was no way she was already inviting him to go commit some atrocities and shit with him.

Be it a joke or not, it was best to take up the offer than not. If he gets in some deep shit already, then good for him. If not, at least he’s already building rapport with the three.

But what would this mean in a context if he weren't undercover? Shit, was he going to be brought to some weird orgy?

“Are you sure? I mean, I really hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He said worriedly, hoping it wasn't actually the latter.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, the finger on his arm finding itself to now be her hand cupping his cheek. He held back everything to not blush. He couldn’t let physical affection break him like this. “We’d love to have you with us.”

“Sure, then.”

“Really?”

“Just so I could spend more time with a pretty face like you.” He smiled, hooking his finger under her chin.

next chapter.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kyle x reader #cocogrrrl's rendezvous series

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Wild Child | N.F. (The Quarry) - Prologue

Summary: Thrown into Upstate New York, specifically to Hackett’s Quarry to fix your unruly behavior, what could go wrong?

Nick Furcillo x Female!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Bugs, Insects, and Cursing (I'm not great at tagging). Reader is an entomologist expert of camp.

Words: 1.7k

Chapters: Prologue , Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

Prologue

Summer was supposed to be spent halfway across countries. Eating different cuisines, basking underneath the European sun, and partying in clubs in Monte Carlo. Ahhhh the sweet and free lifestyle you’d been accustomed to is now far from your reach.

It’s not like you’d maxed out your dad's credit card, rather what put you in this situation was you showed up wasted in the supposed engagement party he and your stepmother had been throwing. You’d cursed and embarrassed both of them in front of their highly influential friends, something along the lines of exposing them and their behaviors, and how they shouldn’t invest in his business at all. And you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Your mother would applaud you, after all, you are your mother’s child. Except she’s been gone, dead for quite some time now (stop the sappy talk, you don’t need it). Your father’s only good at one thing, to throw his money away, and that’s what he did. Throw you away in some secluded resort, just to keep you out for a few months.

Your father had hid you, somewhere inaccessible, somewhere you’d probably die of boredom. So he’ll get to play house with his new wife and for you not to cause chaos on their wedding day. Of course, you’d obliged, or else he’d cut you off your rightful inheritance and your credit cards.

The last thing he had said: “Fix that attitude of yours. Once you’re back I want you to act like a lady. Understand?”

And yet here you were, being driven to Upstate New York. Somewhere secluded, away from technology and the party life you lived. The air seems nice, non-toxic, and away from pollution. This would be a good place to look for it to add to your small collection.

The driver had been silent the whole ride and the only thing that could prevent you from pulling your hair out and jumping from the moving car was the classical music he was playing. It’s nice and reminds you of simpler times. Times where your mother would bake you pastries while you were practicing your not-honed piano skills.

You’d lost signal since the start of the ride; you couldn’t call your friends to sneak you out, it was hopeless. This is a lost cause. You are a lost cause.

Taking a right turn towards a cramped rocky pathway, you wonder if this is supposed to be the resort. Where were the gates?

You saw a sign “Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp”. Shit, it is not a fucking resort.

In front of what seemed to be a Camp Lodge were two old cars parked.

“Hey, I think you made the wrong turn Mister.” You leaned forward towards your driver.

“No Miss, this is where your father told me to drop you off.” He said shutting off the engine.

You were beyond pissed, you were told to be placed in a resort, not a fucking summer camp. God, you hated kids, and you’d be surrounding yourself with not one but a whole bunch? You wished you had jumped out of the car earlier.

“Tell him, this is wrong. I was told a resort, not this.” You pointed out but he was not fazed by your tantrums. Only this time he went to open your door and get your multiple expensive luggage near the porch steps.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? Call him right now. That’s a fucking order.” You crossed your arms standing still and not taking a step further.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that, I’m only the driver, not the messenger Miss.” He replied.

Groaning you asked: “How much did he pay you huh? Tell me.” Suddenly the man went back to his seat and closed the door on you before you could even grab your manicured nails on him.

“Fucking asshole!” You screamed and kicked some pavement off your heeled boots. The commotion could be heard from inside the lodge, suddenly a man the same age as your dad walked out from the large doors.

“Ah, it seems our unexpected counselor is already here.” He called out. You looked over the top to see him smiling smugly at your annoyed expression.

The blinds of the lodge were pulled, and you saw multiple faces, the same age as yours and the look of intrigue and amusement were plastered on their faces. It’s not a secret they heard the loud commotion. Taking off the sunglasses you wore, you waited for the man you assumed as the camp operator to approach you.

Yet he remained situated at the top, you don’t approach any men they approach you. That’s your motto.

Realizing you weren’t taking any steps, he walked down the stairs to introduce himself.

“Chris Hackett. And you must be the only daughter of Thomas Davis.” He held his hand out which you looked for a few seconds and shook it.

“That I am, I was promised a hotel.” Dropping his hand, you wiped them off the pockets of your mini suit dress with structured shoulders and pleated skirt. Yes, it was tailored for you, you had the taste and knack for fashion, it could be seen in the way you dress. And yet it was already ruined when they heard your cussing fit.

“Sorry to disappoint you but your father called earlier. Told me that you wanted this job badly.” He said, making you taut your jaw, hissing under your breath.

“Fucking bitch.” You murmured, as Mr. Hackett grabbed most of your bags up the stairs. Following him, the click-clack of your heels was intimidating the group of counselors inside. “I’m sorry to disappoint you as well Mr. Hackett but I didn’t want this. Just call a cab, and I'll be on my merry way and we’ll forget this ever happened. Capeesh?” Giving him the most non-threatening smile.

“Your father told me that you are here to stay, and no can do. You are staying here for two months.” He smugly said, and the color draining from your face. You were screwed.

“And you’re late, we don’t like that here. In fact, most of the counselors had already been debriefed inside on what needed to be done, what their jobs are, and their schedules.” Opening the door, you heard people scrambling to look like they weren’t eavesdropping. You scanned them in scrutiny, from head to toe.

An Asian girl and a man whose ears were plugged with wired earphones seemed indifferent, a buff guy looked excited, and beside him, a lanky man looked amused and had been laughing at your predicament. Two girls were looking at you in wonder, a couple who sat far were unconcerned and the last one squirmed and avoided your gaze at all costs.

What an eventful summer indeed.

As soon as you stood still, Mr. Hackett introduced your name to the group. He cheerfully added. “Since you’re late you’d be in charge of washing the dishes for the first week!”

You snapped your head at the old camp counselor, eyes almost bulging at the idea that you’d be stuck here to do ‘jobs’. And come on! We are way past those generational archetypes that women belong in the kitchen. You’d fight back.

“It’s the 21st Century and you assigned me to wash dishes? Just so you know I’m a raging feminist, so no.” Earning a muffled laugh from the Asian girl and the attention of the couple.

“You won’t be alone, you have Nick! The kitchen supervisor is with you to watch over.” Pointing toward the man who quivered and tried to make himself seem small. Biting your lip from preventing more blunt and unkind words. “Or you want to clean the bathhouse alone, your choice.”

“Fine. And for the record, I don’t need someone to watch over me. I’m a big girl.” You raised an eyebrow at Mr. Hackett, already done with your antics of being bratty.

“Well then, your highness, tell us what your specialties are so we can assign you to one more job. We can’t just have you washing the dishes for the rest of the summer, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” All of them expected your answer as you tried to rack your brain for answers.

You weren’t great at anything, average at best. You know how to do your job and you did it fine, a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. You’d be fine in any job; you were flexible like that. And yet you remember the time with your mother, the summer you spent together looking for insects and the large collection of biology books in your room. You loved studying insects, about their lives and behaviors, it fascinated your young mind, that is until your father didn’t want you to continue your supposed ‘stupid hobbies’. Stating it is a waste of money, so he forced you to take a business course in college (An acceptance letter ready at hand). Yet in your free time, you attended seminars, supported small organizations, and talked with multiple speakers about entomology. Something your father never knew.

It wasn’t really a hobby for you, your mother liked to preserve insects in places she had traveled, and it passed down to you. The summer piano lessons your father had forced you, were spent looking for insects with your mother. And that was the memory engraved in your mind. You thought about teaching the children some insects, how to protect them and take care of their environment. It’d be fun to talk about your passion for it. And yet you felt ashamed, you were never taken seriously about it. Your friends hated bugs, and they would rather swat one away. They’d scream and tell you; you were weird for having such hobbies.

Not realizing that they were waiting for your answers, you scanned their faces for judgment. You hated it. You were never a liar, always straight to the point. Never backing down when faced with difficulties. And yet you felt the anxiety creeping in.

“Insects.” You whispered to yourself when Mr. Hackett leaned forward for you to repeat.

“I said, I could teach them the biology of insects.” You answered by crossing your arms across your chest to rub your elbow and pinch the skin there. You were coughing the words, which earned a group of shock from the multiple counselors.

First impressions really do matter, cause you caught them by surprise. You don’t look the part, after all the way you dressed and your attitude it seems like you have a silver spoon up your ass.

“Oh wow.”

“Well, now that’s out of the way. How about a tour?”

#the quarry #The quarry game #supermassive games #the quarry x reader #the quarry nick #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x reader #.sd written works

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andhumanslovedstories · 2 years

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I'll put my bias right up front: I'm someone who loved The Sandman ten years ago in high school where it was tremendously influential and meaningful to me, but I haven't read it in the intervening years. So all interaction I have with the show is a combination of nostalgia, overanalysis of my youth's media that I haven't thought about in a while, half-remembered recognition of story elements that blasted my tits off a decade ago, and a constant questioning attitude of "wait did they change that or did I not remember it correctly".

For me, the main problem of The Sandman TV show is that while the show is quite good at depicting the supernatural world, I don't like the plotlines with the straight up humans because I do not recognize their characterization as based in the real world. And unfortunately since Rose is our primary outsider to the magic world we spend time with, she becomes the crux of my issues. (I dislike Lyta and her plotline a lot more, but her characterization is not nearly as important to making the entire back half of the story work.)

Neither Rose nor Jed seem to react to their situations in a way that makes sense to me. Rose reacts to everything from "I have a long lost 118 year old great grandmother who gave birth while in a coma?" to "my friend is pregnant with her dead husband's dream baby" to "my brother who has disappeared from a house where his foster family has been murdered and now I'm getting a call from a man who just randomly has him and is driving him out of state" with the same level of like "huh. well that was weird." It makes sense when Abel reacts nonchalantly to his own murder because he's a mythological figure endlessly reenacting his own story. It doesn't make sense when Rose is as emotionally blasé about seeing a guy murder someone in front of her and then offer her a hotel room, because despite her role as a vortex, she's also a human being and we more or less know how humans generally react to things. You can (and should!) have characters act counter to our expectations, but you need to do the narrative character work.

But also part of this is the fault of the conceit. Like ROSE GIRL your ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat no matter happened last scene or the current emotional stakes? Undercuts narrative tension. I think the show could do a much better job with Rose's characterization over all because the cumulative effect of her scenes and her character decisions are of someone barely invested in the strangeness and stakes of what's going on around her.

(I'm also struggling to articulate how race fits into this and I hope someone smarter can better explore that or dispute me, but the change of Rose from a blonde white woman to a dark skinned black woman with relatively little changes to her story leaves some scenes feeling...unresolved? Like Rose, a black woman, raising her voice to the social worker who won't tell her about her brother, and then Lyta, a white woman, comes back privately to apologize for Rose's anger, at which point the social worker goes to check on this black child being fostered by two white people, in a room where the vibes are so rancid, and the social worker is like "I don't need to talk to the child privately, this is a good placement and I'm a good social worker"--there's something there! I don't know if the tv show should have pointed at that and gone "hey this is racism" but it feels underdeveloped in a way that undercuts the story line. It feels almost inorganic, or like a wasted opportunity to place Rose concretely in her surroundings in the waking world. But like I said, I am still thinking about this and would very much welcome other people's thoughts.)

I don't love being bothered by these things! It's very boring to watch an epic sprawling mythology like The Sandman and to be distracted by thoughts like "ummm actually it's wild that two people can just steal badges and sneak into the serial killer convention, is this one pedophile the only security at this function." Because if Rose was not there, I wouldn't be thinking that! It would be this surreal atmosphere unmoored from our reality. I'd be like sure! A serial killer convention! I love this! (And I really did love it in the comics, and might be misremembering its execution because it is such a dope idea for a setting. Such a dope idea can transcend issues of execution.) But instead, we have two outsiders, two human characters interacting with this convention, and instead of their presence grounding the scene with horrible reality, it's still so dreamlike. It feels neither magical enough to transcend nitpicks about logistics nor grounded enough to provide a contrast to the magical world and dreaming.

Anyway, genuinely looking forward to season two.

#the sandman #long post

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snowyfrostshadows · 1 year

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Playing Koopid

When Mario wished something interesting would happen at one of Peach's more formal parties, he didn't mean 'watching his brother aggressively chase down and flirt with with the King of the Koopas' but that's exactly what happened and to say he's at his wit's end here is a bit of an understatement

Based off of the Accidental Cupid prompt by @shapeshiftinterest

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Carefully eyeing a brick in the not-too-far-away tower, Larry pulled back on the arrow to make his shot, only to have what would have been a perfect hit fly wildly to the left and just barely hit the tower as a certain BRAT pushed into him at the last second.

“You’re taking too long!”

Larry scowled and smacked the top of Junior’s head with the bow. “And you made me miss what that arrow did!”

Junior stomped his foot and stuck his tongue out. “Well maybe if you were quicker you could have seen it! Gimmie the bow! It’s my turn!”

Scowl deepening, Larry pulled the bow away from Junior’s stupid, grubby hands. “No way! It’s still my turn cuz you got in my way!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Lemmy! Tell him it’s my turn!”

Both koopalings turned to face the third, lying lazily on top of his ball and watching his siblings fight with all the investment of a bargain bin lifeguard.

“Why should I? This is boring. Can’t we do something else already?”

“No! I wanna see what those arrows Kamek and the other magikoopas were all hush-hush about do!”

Lemmy rolled his eyes. “Fiiiine.” Leaning forward a little, Lemmy pressed a star on his ball, opening up the secret compartment and peaked inside. “Looooooks like we got three more.”

“Only three left?” Larry asked, dumbfounded. “How is that possible? We haven’t been out here that long!”

Lemmy shrugged. “My ball’s only so big genius. Until Iggy figures out how to recreate that whatchamacallit from his one nerd show, what I can fit in here to sneak out, is what we got.”

Larry rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine. Gimmie the arrows.”

“Why do you get the arrows?! It’s my turn!”

Larry snorted. “You ruined my last one! I should get to go again!”

Junior scowled. “Says who?”

“Me. And literally every other koopa who’s been stuck with a brat like you.��

Junior’s eyes narrowed and the next thing Larry knew, he was being pushed hard enough to land on his shell.

“Whoops.” Junior said, in that fakely sweet tone that somehow managed to fool adults. “Looks like you’re too stuck to try again.”

“LEMMY!” Larry howled as he struggled to right himself. Curse the Mushroom Kingdom’s stupid soft ground and spongy grass. It was never this hard to get back up at home!

“Sorry Lar, Junior’s got a point about this being his turn.”

“Traitor.”

Lemmy rolled his eyes as he approached the youngest sibling. “Kay Junior; which one do you want?”

“Hmm. That one! It looks like mama’s hair!”

“Huh. It kinda does. Yeah alright. Knock yourself out.”

Larry struggled even harder to no avail. “Leeemmy.” he whined at his brother as he passed him as he stepped away from Junior.

“...fine. I swear, you’re just as bad as he is…”

Larry bit back the insult he so badly wanted to say at that. If he wanted to get back on his feet, he had to be nice.

Ignoring Lemmy’s grunts as he worked to pull the slightly bigger koopaling back up, Larry focused his attention on Junior.

He didn’t even know why he wanted to fire an arrow so bad. The brat was having such a hard time trying to get the arrow in the bow. And heck, even when he did manage to fit one in there, he had so little strength, the arrows barely flew at all and ended up in the dirt a few steps away and utterly wasting whatever magical effect they had.

Eyes darting towards the two that Lemmy had placed down to help him, Larry noticed that they were both just like a couple they’d used already while Junior….had a new one….and knowing him, he was just gonna waste it with one of his bad shots.

“There. You’re not stuck anymore. Happy?”

Larry nodded, eyes still locked on Junior as he pushed his brother out of his way and made his way towards The Brat.

Lemmy rolled his eyes and made his way back to his ball. He was not going to get involved in the upcoming fight. Although, he couldn’t help smirking a little as he took out some candy from one of his ball’s hidden compartments, that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch the upcoming fireworks.

The others didn’t know what they were missing, refusing to come on the same trip as those two.

Junior had just gotten the arrow in the bow and was admiring how the heart shaped tip of it looked against the curve of the bow. If mama could see him now, she’d be soooo proud and impressed that she’d go back with papa on her own after this party.

His tail wagged a little. Maybe he could go down and show her how cool he was right now.

“Ya’know, if you don’t know what to do next, I could take over this one and you could shoot the next two.”

Junior turned slightly and frowned. “How did you get back up?”

Larry puffed his chest out. “I’m just that talented.”

“At being stupid maybe.” Junior muttered before scowling. “Now go away. I’m busy and I don’t need your help.”

Larry snorted. “You’re right. You don’t, which is why I’m taking over.”

“HEY!” Junior yelped as his brother suddenly dove at him and tried to rip the bow and arrow out of his hands. “GET OFFA ME!”

“OH? SO YOU CAN RUIN THIS LAST COOL ARROW LIKE YOU RUIN EVERYTHING ELSE? NO! GIMMIE THAT STUFF BRAT!”

“NOOOO! IT’S MY TURN AND I DON’T RUIN STUFF! YOU DO! LIKE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!”

“LET GO JUNIOR!”

“YOU LET GO!”

In the middle of their tug-of-war, the bow had shifted position so that by the time Larry pinched Junior a little too hard, forcing him to loose his grip on the arrow prematurely, the arrow did not, as most of the previous ones had, fly towards a probably abandoned tower, but high up in the air before falling straight down towards the crowd of boring, stuffy grown-ups having a boring, fancy smancy lunch party at the bottom of the hill.

And then, a loud ‘ow’ rose up from the party from wherever the arrow had landed.

Junior and Larry froze before turning wide eyes to the only technically older koopaling in the vicinity.

“Weeelp.” Lemmy said cheerfully as he slid off his ball. “There’s only one thing to do in situations like these. Run.”

Picking up his ball, Lemmy did just that.

Exchanging a quick look with each other, Junior and Larry quickly dropped the bow and chased after him.

After all, Lemmy had the right idea.

In situations like these, the best course of action was always abandoning the scene of the crime and be far enough away that the mere idea of them being the culprits was the last thing on anyone’s mind.

It wasn't that he hated the more formal social functions that Peach would throw on occasion. They were important. He understood that, really!

Not all royals and diplomats were willing to play intense party games or sports festivals to maintain good relations.

So. For those more...high collar individuals, Peach elected to hold these more formal and polite parties.

They were just. Kinda boring.

Well, really boring if he was honest.

If Peach hadn't personally requested he and Luigi attend to keep an eye on a certain (technically) royal koopa in attendance, then he wouldn't have even come.

Maybe.

...these super high end royal parties did serve really really good cake...

He just wished something halfway interesting would happen at one of these things for once.

A sudden yelp from Luigi next to him drew him out of his thoughts.

"You okay bro?"

"Yeah." Luigi grimaced as he rubbed his shoulder. "I think something just stung me."

Concerned, Mario looked around for the possible culprit. (He hoped it wasn't a buzzer. Or multiple buzzers. He absolutely did not want to fight a bunch of overgrown bees in one of his nicer outfits)

To his confusion, (or maybe luck?) he didn't see anything. Did. Did the Mushroom Kingdom have actual insect sized insects???

"Hey. Mario."

Mario looked back at Luigi and frowned at the somewhat dazed look on his brother's face.

"Are you a sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Fantastico mai meglio..." Luigi suddenly straightened as he practically shoved his water cup at him.

"Can you hold this?"

"Sure? Why-?"

Luigi gave him a wide, almost demented grin. "I just saw someone I really, really need to talk to. Right. Now."

"...and I'm a holding your drink why?"

Luigi rolled his eyes. "So I don't drop it. Duh."

Before Mario could even reply to that, Luigi was patting his shoulder and running off into the crowd with a cry of 'Scusami, bello'.

Frown deepening, Mario slowly followed.

He didn't want to ruin whatever meeting Luigi was so desperate to initiate but this all felt...off.

He couldn't imagine who would cause that sort of reaction in his brother

Maybe Peasley?

...but then again...Luigi had seemed kind of embarrassed when he'd asked him how things were going on between them so. Prooobably not the BeanBean prince...

"What do you want Greenie?"

Mario frowned at the familiar boisterous voice of the Koopa King and quickly picked up his pace

For once, he agreed with Bowser. What could Luigi possibly want with him?

The two of them came in sight just in time for Mario to watch his brother confidently push his hair back as he stepped within arm's reach of Bowser

"I've been meaning to ask, but. Do you only like Princesses or is it humans you like?" Luigi leaned forwards, smile teetering dangerously close to a smirk. "Cuz I'm human and I'm interested if you are~."

"...What?" Bowser flatly asked, staring at his brother as if he couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth.

Mario couldn't blame him. He also felt like he'd just walked into some sort of weird fun house mirror.

There's no way he heard that right.

Luigi sighed dramatically before suddenly spinning on his heel to better lean against Bowser, head tilted slightly back to look up at the Koopa. "Just a being around you is-" Luigi flicked his fingers, summoning a couple small sparks of lightning. "-electrifying"

Bowser's jaw dropped. "Are you. Hitting on me?!?"

Luigi grinned, twisting around again. "I sure am~" he half sang. "I a told Mario you're a smart Koopa." and then, to really drive in his apparent brand new sudden death wish, Luigi BOOPED the giant fire breathing monster with anger issues right on the nose with maybe the dopiest grin known to man.

Mario felt his heart jump instantly to his throat at the sight.

Nope!

He could not just stand around watching this anymore!

Not if he wanted to watch his brother become a pile of ash in about three seconds judging by how red Bowser's face was looking.

Quickly marching forward, Mario roughly pulled his brother out of Bowser's space and gave his rival the most apologetic (and not at all panicked) look he could muster.

"So a sorry. I a don't know what's a gotten into him. Deve avere delle api nel cervello. Mi dispiace. We're just a gonna go now. Ciao.”

Grip tightening on Luigi, Mario began to drag his brother away from the slowly growing crowd, only stopping once he felt they were far enough away and hidden in one of Peach’s private tents where they could talk (and maybe figure out if Luigi was suffering from Heatstroke or something.)

Leading his twin to a chair, Mario stared at him in concern.

"Are you. Feeling okay?"

"Mmhm. Never better." Luigi mummered distractedly as he looked back towards the area they'd just left.

"...are you sure? You just a flirted with Bowser." Mario frowned. "In public."

Luigi shrugged before suddenly glancing down at him, eyes wide. "You don't think it was too much, do you?"

Mario blinked, completely thrown at the direction the conversation had suddenly taken.

"I mean, I thought he'd you know. Like an aggressive approach. Since he's a so so so-"

"Brash?"

"Confident!"

"That is not the word I'd a use."

Luigi sighed as he placed his hands over his heart, gazing dreamily somewhere over his brother's head.

"But he is! He practically oozes confidence! Whenever he enters a room, all eyes are on a him and it doesn't bother him! In fact, I a think he relishes in the attention, not that I a blame him. Who wouldn't want ta look at him? Strong, brave, always knows what he wants to say and do..."

Mario felt his jaw drop before waving his hands to drag Luigi's attention back to him and, more importantly, back to earth.

"This is a Bowser we're talking about! You know, the guy who steals powerful magical objects! Leaves destruction and chaos in his wake?! Repeatedly Kidnaps Peach!?!"

Luigi placed his head in a hand and sighed dejectedly. "Yeah...but ya know what they a say. Nobody's perfect."

Mario stared at him in disbelief.

"Those are serious problems not harmless little quirks Luigi!"

His brother shrugged and looked away. "You a done? I've got a Koopa to woo."

"You're a gonna annoy him before 'wooing' him! Did you want him to a bite you with that last stunt?"

A weird look crossed his brother's face. "...do you really think he'd have bit me?"

"Yes??? You invaded his space and a bopped his nose."

Luigi nodded thoughtfully. "But. Do you think it would have been a hard bite like, I lose a my hand sorta bite or a soft enough to barely break skin?" Luigi's eyes lit up. "Oh! Maybe he would have pinned me down first and y'know. Threatened to eat me but not really?"

Mario stared at him in a mix of disbelief and horror. "Have you lost a your mind?!?!"

Luigi frowned and cupped his chin. "I don't know why I a said that." Mario breathed a quiet sigh of relief "This isn't the time or place for something like that."

"That's what you find wrong with what you just a said?!" Mario nearly screeched.

Luigi gave him a confused look "Ye? I haven't even gotten a kiss yet and I'm a ready to y'know. Jump ahead several-"

"Stop!" Mario slammed his hands over his ears. "I a don't want to hear. That Stuff. Ever. Please"

Luigi frowned and tilted his head. “Cuz I want to do that with Bowser or-?”

Mario couldn’t help the annoyed look he shot him. “You know how I a feel about. Y’know.”

Luigi nodded. “So me wanting to...kiss and uh. Maybe more with Bowser; that’s not a problem?”

Mario frowned as he took off a glove and placed a hand against his brother’s head. “I a just told you. That’s a Bowser. Terror of the Mushroom Kingdom? How did you just forget all a that???”

Luigi just shrugged and looked away.

Mario’s frown deepened. “You don’t a feel hot.” he muttered. So. This...probably wasn’t heatstroke…

His brother snorted and swatted his hand away. “Thank you Dr. Mario for the diagnoses. Can I go now?”

“To bother Bowser again? No.”

Luigi muttered something under his breath as he slumped in his chair like a moody teenager.

Mario couldn’t help pinching his nose at that. There was clearly something going on with his brother but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what.

If it wasn’t a heatstroke, then the only other thing he could think of was a concussion but people didn’t just. Get concussed standing around doing nothing.

“I’mma gonna get some help. Promise me you’ll stay here until I get back?”

Luigi just gave him a shrug but since he didn’t say anything crazy or flat out refusal to staying, Mario decided to take that as an agreement to stay put.

Smiling, Mario stepped forward to give his brother’s arm a quick pat. “Thanks Lu. I’ll be a right back.”

Fifteen minutes later, with Peach and Dr. Toadley in tow, Mario came back to an empty tent.

“He left.”

Peach gently rubbed his back. “Maybe...we just missed him?”

Mario took a deep breath. “Y-Yeah...maybe...he just a got tired of a waiting. He couldn’t have gotten too far.”

Peach gave him a warm smile. “Right. It shouldn’t take too long to find him again.”

Mario felt himself relaxing a little for the first time all afternoon. “Right.” he repeated back with a small laugh. “How much trouble can he get into in a couple minutes?”

"GET OFF OF ME ALREADY!"

If it wasn't for the fact it was Green ‘Stache of all people hanging off him, Bowser would almost be impressed at how well the guy was holding on despite how hard he was waving his arm.

Unless the guy had dumped a barrel of glue on himself first, Bowser could not figure out how the Green MENACE was doing it.

There was no way in Jaydees Greenie had enough upper body strength to have just one arm hold onto him while the other held his face cupped in his hand as he stared dreamily up at him

"I really don't weigh anything to you at all, do I?"

"NO!" He snarled at him. Wasn't Greenie supposed to be a coward or something? Why wasn't he bolting already?

Greenie sighed happily “Dio che è così fottutamente sexy. Ringrazio Dio ogni giorno la principessa non è interessata alla meraviglia assoluta che sei”

"What."

Greenie gave him a stupid looking smile. "Sorry. I a said, you're a so hot and thank GOD a certain princess isn't interested in the absolute wonder you are." He leaned forward, still grinning like an idiot. "I think I'd have lost it by now if a utter Dreamboat like you was off a the market."

Bowser froze as he felt his face heat up. "You uh. You think I'm a Dreamboat?"

"The dreamiest."

Bowser stared at the human in disbelief. Totally not because he was called ‘a dreamboat’. Cuz he was! He was the coolest and hottest guy around for miles!

...it was just a little weird that Greenie of all people would say that. Out loud. Cuz they were enemies.

Speaking of Greenie, the human had managed to climb up a little further up his arm, expression a weird mix of determination and...hunger?

“How about you and I take this conversation somewhere a lil more...private, tesoruccio?”

A weird, twisty feeling hit him at that.

Was. Was Greenie cursing him?

A totally not unsure ‘uh’ was the only thing he managed to get out before a red blur came out of nowhere and managed to knock the insane little human off his arm.

Bowser blinked at his now pest free appendage before focusing on the two humans wrestling on the grass.

“Bloccacazzi! I was a so close!”

“To what?! Getting your face bitten off?!”

Bowser frowned, a little insulted at Mario’s comment. Sure he enjoyed scaring the pants off of anyone and everyone that got in his way, but that didn’t mean he’d ever bite someone. Let alone one of Peaches’ subjects, no matter how weird they were acting.

“Bowser?”

Speak of the angel.

Turning away from the fighting brothers, Bowser grinned down at the hostess of the party. “Princess.”

Peach frowned slightly up at him. “You. Wouldn’t have anything to do with this, would you?”

Bowser blinked. “Do with wha-”

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST SHOCK ME?!”

Both royals turned at the shout and watched the two heroes spew random gibberish at each other.

“That.” Peach replied dryly.

Bowser huffed, offended. “Yeah. Cuz I totally planned on having Green ‘Stache over there work to distract me from working to maintain what few good relations I got with other kingdoms.”

Peach gave a small hum. “I see. That would be rather unbeneficial for you...I apologize for my assumptions, but I did have to ask as this seemed like one of your usual tricks.”

“Peaches I am offended and hurt you would think so lowly of me when I have been nothing but cor-”

A small yelp drew his attention back to the meddling plumbers and Bowser couldn’t help the small shudder that shook him at the sight of the Orange Terror currently holding Greenie in a headlock.

She must have smelled blood and come running.

“Looks like you got things under control now so I’ll just go and enjoy the rest of the party.”

Peach couldn’t help the small kick of amusement she got watching the great King of the Koopas practically bolt at the sight of Daisy.

She really would have to ask her friend how she’d managed to scare him so badly.

For now however, there was a bigger concern.

When Mario had told her Luigi was bound and determined to flirt with Bowser, she’d thought they might have been playing a prank on her to give her a small break from hosting.

But between seeing Luigi hanging off of Bowser and then watch the koopa leave the area with a longing look, Peach was convinced that this wasn’t a joke and found herself just as worried for her friend.

“Daisy? If you could come with us back to the castle?”

Daisy grinned and gave her a mock salute. “Sure thing boss.” She smirked as she bumped Luigi’s side. “Someone’s gotta keep Mister Love-Struck here in line.”

Luigi, for his part, just rolled his eyes at that but thankfully didn’t break away to go chase after Bowser again.

Thank the stars for Daisy.

“Mario, if you could get Dr. Toadley to the castle, that would be wonderful. We’ll meet you two in the parlor room.”

Mario frowned a little but nodded, and ran off to do just that.

Hopefully, whatever was affecting Luigi would be easily solvable.

“Is there anything physically wrong with him? No. Luigi appears to be perfectly fine.”

Mario frowned. “But he’s not! He’s been a chasing Bowser down all day and-”

Dr. Toadley raised a hand, stalling any more words from the human. “Do I dismiss your claims? No. Can I tell if one is magically affected mentally or not? Also no. Have I done all I can to help resolve this problem? Yes. I am afraid there is not more I can do without more information.”

Mario stared at the doctor for a moment before dragging a hand down his face. “Perché ho pensato che potevi aiutare.” he muttered quietly. Whatever he said, it earned a small snort from Luigi. Which meant it was probably something juicy or even the oh so rare ‘Mario Snark’.

One of these days, she was going to make Lou teach her some Italian. If only so she could witness his brother’s supposed not-so-heroic comments herself in real time and not after the fact.

“So since the doc can’t figure anything out, guess that means you’re back to square one, huh?”

Mario gave her a tired look. “As if there was even a ‘square’ to go back to.”

Daisy couldn’t help the dumbfounded look she shot him at that. “Really? You can’t think of anywhere you can start to figure out what’s up with your bro?”

Mario just looked at her blankly. Whether cuz he was just stressed and not thinking straight or he really was this clueless, she had no idea.

Daisy sighed. “When did he start acting goofy for koopas?”

“HEY!”

“We were standing by one of the pop-up fences and then a something stung him and then he got all a...kooky.”

Daisy nodded as she very pointedly ignored Luigi’s protests at being talked around like he wasn’t even there.

“Did ya look around the area for anything weird?”

Mario tipped his head slightly. “Like what?”

“I dunno! Somethin that could be a possible explanation! Ya’know what they say, if you can’t figure something out, it’s always a good idea to retrace your steps.”

Mario frowned, apparently still not convinced by Daisy’s suggestion. Peach, bless her, stepped closer to her hero. “It couldn’t hurt to look around. Maybe we’ll find something, maybe we won’t. But at least it’d be another thing crossed off possible explanations.” Peach smiled brightly as an idea hit her. “We could even ask Kamek to help since Bowser seems to be Luigi’s focus.”

Mario sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. I’mma not sure if we’ll a find anything, but like you said, it’s a lead. Kinda.”

“Cool. You two do that, and I’ll keep Lou entertained. Seeyouguyswhenyoufigureitoutbyyyyyyyyye.”

After basically slamming the doors shut after pushing them out, Daisy turned to Luigi and grinned.

“Alright Weeg, Spill.”

Luigi took a startled step back. “Spill?”

“Yeah. Is this, like. Liquid courage or somethin? Ya can be honest.”

Luigi stared at her for a moment before giving her maybe the widest grin she’d ever seen on the guy. “Yep! That’s a it! Liquid courage!”

Daisy nodded. “Thought so. Though, I gotta ask, how much did you drink to get the confidence to actually jump the guy like that?”

Luigi shrugged as he slowly inched his way around her. “Oh y’know. Enough. I uh. Forgot but I still feel a good to go and not sick at all.”

Daisy smirked. “Sure you are champ. Listen, I’ll hold down the fort for ya to try one more time. But ya gotta promise me you’ll tell Mario about this later. Poor guy’s gonna have a heart attack soon.”

Luigi gave a quick nod. “Certa certa. Remind me to make you the maid a honor at the wedding.” Still grinning wildly, Luigi basically bolted out of the room.

Daisy couldn’t help feeling a little weird at that comment. She knew her friend had it bad for the koopa, but it seemed a little early for him to be thinking about wedding bells, even with some alcohol in his system.

...it was probably nothing. If anything, it was just Mario’s worries getting to her.

Luigi would be fine. He was a smart guy and even with a little liquid courage helping him out, it wouldn't be in him to do anything too drastic.

He was nearing the end of a conversation with the ruler of the Wooded Kingdom when he felt himself being watched.

Looking around, Bowser caught sight of a very familiar shade of green. Holding back a growl, Bowser quickly excused himself and stomped over to the human.

“What.”

Greenie smiled brightly up at him. “Can’t I watch a skilled diplomat at work?”

Bowser blinked, not used to someone calling him diplomatic. “I guess….but weren’t you climbing up my arm not that long ago? Why aren’t you doing that again?”

Greenie’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward a little. “Would you like me to?”

“What? NO!” Bowser yelped as he pushed the guy away with his hand. “What is with you today?”

With more strength than he thought the human had in him, Greenie gently moved his hand away.

“Weell.” he hummed. “It a hit me earlier just how perfect and handsome you are and how life can be so unfairly short and if I’m not a spending mine with you. amore mio, then what am I a doing with my life?”

Bowser couldn’t help staring wide-eyed at the human, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?”

“More than I’ve ever a been in my life.”

Green ‘Stache stepped forward even more, eyes half lidded and mouth twisted up in a cocky smirk.

It was. Weirdly hot of the guy.

"Aaand," he drawled, slowly drawing closer, hand moving to press against his chest. "I a don’t mind a little spice in a relationship. You could always give kidnapping me a shot. I definitely wouldn't mind it, Roba Cab-" Greenie's face twitched.

The confident smirk fell into a small frown as the human's eyes opened more fully before locking onto his hand which had yep; made it to his chest.

Bowser could practically see the gears turning in the guy's head.

"Oh. Oh no." Greenie whispered before dropping his hand like it'd been burned. Which, rude.

The human slowly looked up at Bowser, eyes wide and face redder than his brother's stupid hat.

“Dio mio. I. Quello era reale. Merda. Merda. S-Sorry. I need to go."

Before he could say anything or even shake the guy to repeat whatever gibberish he'd just said but into something understandable this time, Greenie had taken several steps back and bolted towards Peach's castle.

"WEEGEE WAIT!"

Bowser blinked as he watched the biggest pain in his tail run off after the other human.

(When had Mario shown up?)

"What. Just happened?"

"If I had to wager I guess, your Baffledness, it seems your children snuck some weapon prototypes out with them before coming with."

Bowser glanced down at his adviser. Had. Mario dragged him over with him while Greenie was distracting him?

“What’s that got to do with Green ‘Stache?”

Kamek fiddled with his glasses a little. “Well sire; one of the prototypes was a. Love Arrow. Designed to make whoever it hit fall in love with the first person they saw. We were thinking we could try it during the next-”

“You think Greenie got hit by that then?”

“Definitely sire. It would explain his behavior today not to mention the tip of the arrow shows signs of hitting a target. Usually, the heart shaped bulb at the end would be a vibrant pink. After making contact with the mark, the pink fades considerably. And the prototype I found appears to have been used.”

Bowser felt his heart sink a little at the news that all of the human’s actions and words had been a manufactured trick. By his own magikoopas’ talents no less.

He didn’t even know why he was disappointed.

He didn’t even like Greenie. Never had and never would.

But...he couldn’t deny it had been kind of nice to be the recipient of such intense, positive feelings for once.

“Kamek.” He sighed heavily. “I want all production on those arrows scrapped.”

“But-”

Bowser glared at the old koopa, blowing smoke at him. “Scrapped and destroyed. If one of those things can turn Mario’s scaredy-cat brother into a wannabe cassanova, then who’s to say Mario couldn’t throw one of those dumb arrows at me during a fight and and make me fall in love with a stupid lamp instead of Peach?!”

“They wouldn’t work like tha-”

“Destroy. Them. Kamek. All of them.”

Kamek sighed. “As you wish, your Paranoidness.”

“And find the kids and take them back to the ship. I’ll talk to them after this dumb party’s finally over.

Kamek nodded before summoning his broom and flying off to do just that.

Sighing, Bowser made his way towards the lil garden bar Peach had set up for this party.

He’d go back to mingling with stuffy representatives from the more neutral kingdoms before Greenie had gotten it into his head to chase him down every five minutes later. For now, he could use a drink or two.

About fifteen minutes into enjoying his first cup by his lonesome, Bowser watched the green human approach the same garden bar, order a drink and then make his way determinedly towards him.

Bowser couldn’t help stare down at him in surprise that he’d even approach him after that whole. Mess from earlier. Especially as he’d run away all on his own after the third run-in.

“What do you want now, Greenie?” he couldn’t help grumble tiredly. Stars willing, it would just be an apology or something dumb like that and the slightly less annoying twin could go off on his merry way and leave him alone.

Green ‘Stache took a deep breath before looking up at him. "...you never did answer my question."

"Question?" He repeated dumbly.

Greenie gave a small smile as he gaze drifted down to his drink.

"If you. If you like humans or just princesses. I want to know. If I. If I have a shot."

Then, almost as if he was embarrassed by what he'd just said, Greenie downed the entirety of his drink in one go.

Grambi. That love potion junk better not still be in the guy's system.

"Listen. I get you're still muddled up thanks to that arr-"

"I'm not."

Bowser blinked at the unexpectedly sharp tone.

Greenie groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

"I won't lie and say getting hit by that stupid trinket didn't have an affect on me. It did. But." he bit his lip. "I don't. I don't think it had quite the...intended effect it was planned for."

Bowser frowned as he leaned down towards the plumber, not missing how the human's face reddened as he did so.

"Oh? And why's that?"

Luigi's eyes met his for a second before darting away again. "Well. You weren't. You weren't the first person I saw after getting hit."

Bowser reeled back, stunned.

"Not the-? Who the hell did you look at first?!" and why the hell weren't you chasing after them all day?

Impossibly, Greenie got redder. "P-Peach..." he muttered.

Bowser felt his jaw drop. "Peach." he repeated flatly.

Frustratingly, Greenie still wouldn't meet his eyes. "Mmhm."

"Why didn't you go after her then?" That at least would have been kind of amusing to watch instead of being part of the whole mess.

"I've got a couple of theories."

And then just to be annoying, now Greenie decided to shut up and keep his thoughts to himself.

Blowing some smoke from his snout, Bowser crossed his arms and stood at his full height, towering over the human. "Well?"

Greenie turned back towards him, eyes roving over him, almost as if he was trying to memorize as much of Bowser as he could before focusing on his face.

"Answer my question first."

A low growl escaped him but, to his surprise, Greenie didn't falter or back down. Instead, he held his ground and even maintained the stubborn look he was throwing him.

Bowser relaxed a little and shot the (slightly) less annoying menace a small smile. He could appreciate the rare show of backbone from the lil punk.

"Fine. I don't just like princesses. I like interesting humans."

Greenie's eyes widened for a half a second before his expression fell and he turned to stare at his empty cup.

Bowser gave an annoyed huff and lightly pushed the human (not hard enough to knock him down, mind you, but just enough to make him stumble a little).

"I'm including you in my list of 'interesting humans' Greenie."

Greenie slowly looked back up at him, huge blue eyes nearly drowning out the red in his face. It was almost cute.

"R-Really?"

Bowser rolled his eye. "Grambi yes. Don't make me take it back."

Greenie smiled softly as he stared at his stupid empty cup again. Bowser swore, if he looked at that thing one more time instead of at him, he was going to rip it out of the human's hands and chuck it halfway across the mushroom kingdom.

"Well?"

Greenie looked up at him. "...well what?"

A bit of smoke escaped him at that. Humans. Cute to look at but stars could they be annoyingly stupid sometimes.

"Why do you think the arrow didn't work?"

Luigi's eyes widened. "Oh. Right. That." He took a deep breath as he tightly gripped the cup.

"Well. Firstly. I'm...gay. So me chasing after and flirting with Peach would have been. Very mortifying. I think I'd have packed up and moved the second the arrow's effects wore off." A strained laugh escaped him. "Or died. Whatever got me out of the party faster."

"Huh."

Luigi shrugged and looked away again, this time Bowser couldn't help noting that the human's ears were about as red as his face.

"Secondly...I...erm. May have uh. Already liked you before all this happened today."

Bowser felt his eyebrows raise as he stared at the human in disbelief.

"You like me?"

Greenie shrugged again, this time a hint of annoyance bleeding into his voice. "Well yeah. I didn't spout all that. Y'know out of thin air today. It's. Been building for...awhile I guess."

"...huh. So. If I'd used that arrow on Peach..."

Greenie snorted and shot him a quite frankly, surprisingly devious smirk. "She'd probably chase Mario around the castle for a couple hours."

Bowser stepped back and tried to imagine that.

Having Peach in his clutches and having the arrow touch her only for her to break free and go after Mario. And that was only if he did that in her castle.

If he'd try that in his, would she break his home apart brick by brick to get back to the stupid red plumber before he could even 'rescue' her?

It...was almost a silly thing to imagine but if Luigi's actions and attempts to be near him while under the arrow's magical influence were anything to go by, then there was probably nothing Peach wouldn't do to be with her hero.

"...Huh."

"Thank Grambi today happened huh?"

Bowser snapped out of his imaginings and stared down at the plumber.

"Don't tell me you're happy about getting suped up on a love potion?!"

Greenie shrugged and looked away. "I wouldn't say...happy. Exactly. Coming down from that wasn't great...and I did and said stuff I'm not exactly proud of...but. Statistically it could have been worse."

Bowser couldn't help raising a brow at that.

"How could any of that been worse?"

"Well. The arrow could have hit Mario and well." Luigi grimaced. "Trust me when I say the less said about that the better."

"What, does he have a crush on me too?"

Bowser howled at the withering glare Luigi shot him at that.

"I'm joking." He wheezed between laughs. "I know that menace you call a brother only has eyes for Peach."

Luigi's mouth tightened slightly at that, causing Bowser to do a double take.

"Wait, don't tell me Peach isn't the only person he makes goo-goo eyes at?!"

"She is. He's never had it this bad for anyone before."

"...so what would be the problem?"

Luigi bit his lip. "...nothing really...it'd just. Be really embarrassing to watch..."

Bowser tilted his head. "How embarrassing?" Maybe the dumb love arrow wouldn't be a complete waste if he could use it to make Mario look like an idiot.

As if he could read his thoughts, Luigi's glare darkened. If looks could kill, Bowser was pretty sure he'd be a Dry Bones right now

Pretty impressive of the green human to pull off that strong of a death glare to be honest.

"Don't."

Bowser raised a hand and scoffed. "Yeah yeah sure whatever. Those things are more trouble than they’re worth using."

Greenie's expression lightened considerably at that. "Gratzi"

“So. Didja just come over to ask a question or were you hoping for somethin else?

Luigi looked down at the cup and fiddled with it a little. “...that’s. Kind of up to you, isn’t it?”

“...wha-?”

“I mean.” a small laugh escaped Greenie “I think whatever else the day’s been, I was a pretty clear on what I want. E-Even if it wasn’t uh. Exactly the way I’d wanted it to go.”

Bowser placed a claw under Luigi’s chin and turned his face towards him.

“Yeah? And how exactly did you want it to go?”

Greenie didn’t answer, brain probably too fried to respond as his gaze locked onto Bowser’s snout.

Bowser couldn’t help snorting at that. “You’re a weird lil human. Do you know that?” He leaned down even closer. “At least you’ve got good taste.” he purred before kissing the last person he thought he would when he’d gotten up this morning.

Whatever he’d thought about the guy, one thing was for sure. Luigi was a damn good kisser.

The guy practically melted against him as he finally dropped that stupid cup in his attempts to get closer.

He found he didn’t even mind that it was a soft sort of kiss as they slowly understood each others mouths and how they fit together.

It was nice.

Kissing Luigi was nice.

Pulling away so the human could get some air, Bowser gave Greenie a smug grin.

“How was that?”

Luigi hummed. “I’ve had better.”

Bowser stared down at the little human, gobsmacked. “Had bett-I’M THE KING OF THE KOOPAS! HOW HAVE YOU HAD BETTER?! I’M THE BEST KISSER IN ANY KINGDOM EVE-”

He froze at the mischievous look in the human’s eye before leaning down close enough that the little punk would feel his warm breath.

“Are you playing with me?”

“Playing? I would never.” Some of his earlier bluster seemed to be leaving him, but, to his credit, his voice stayed steady. “I just thought, I could use a few more kisses to uh. Really know for a sure that I’m a getting the best one. From you.”

Bowser stared at him for another second or two before letting out a soft, rumbling laugh. Oh, Green ‘Stache was devious under those big blue eyes and timid nature.

Tail wagging slowly, Bowser gave him a toothy smile. “In that case, we better get back to it then.” he purred, pleased to see Luigi’s response was an eager nod before reaching forward himself, small hands cupping the sides of his snout as he kissed him hard this time round.

Another low purr escaped him at the action.

Today may have been a mess, but at least it hadn’t been a total wash.

#my fics #super mario #bowser #luigi #mario #i don't think i'll ever be happy with the middle but it's been almost two months

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When Their Eyes Met(pt.2)......

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: again none other than extremely sappy stuff.

Y/n: Your name.

Y/l/n: Your last name.

Y/h/n:Your house name.

Summary:The journey of love between Draco Malfoy, the son of a CEO and Y/n Y/l/n , an ordinary employee. That's it, I am sorry,I couldn't come up with a better summary without giving away too much!

Masterlist/ Pt.1 / Pt.3

"Ahem!" A fake cough from their mutual friend made them break their stares away from each other.

"If you two are done with your introductions, then let me proceed. Y/n, Malfoy happens to be the son of the owner and CEO of Malfoy Corporations and Y/n here is Mrs. Johnsons' Personal Assistant. "

No wonder he looks so….rich. Then suddenly another realization hit her. He was Draco Malfoy! One of the biggest bullies from her school! He was older than her by two years, so she didn't have to face him or his wrath,but his notorious behavior never failed to terrorize everyone ,just like a mythical monster. You never get to face it,but the mere mention of it scares you.

Her visibly flustered cheeks quickly dropped the blush as soon as she recalled his legendary tales of notoriety. This didn't go unnoticed by Draco.

"Ladies if you don't mind, I have to leave this conversation for now,my father is calling me and it'd be wrong of me to not attend to his call." With that he left immediately, but not forgetting to take a glance at the beautiful woman.

A sudden uncomfortable feeling crept inside her chest at the loss of the blonde rich man next to her. Continuing small talk with Martha she tried her best,not to glance at the same previously notorious man, which she eventually failed. He was busy in a conversation with what seemed to be a group of elite individuals.

"Y/n dear! There you are!" Mrs.Johnson voice broke her from staring at him longingly any further.

"Come on, I need you to accompany me for a while, I'll be talking to some extremely important people, you know, the ones who might invest in our company? Come on, we can't waste anymore time." Sending an affirmative nod she followed her Boss and stayed behind her as she greeted others by kissing their cheeks and making small talk.

After several greetings and useless chatter,Mrs.Johnson finally got a chance to initiate a conversation with this extremely powerful couple,who Y/n couldn't bother to take a good look at because of the sheer spell of boredom.

"Bored huh? Would you like some company, my lovely lady?" The same masculine voice that gave her innumerous butterflies in her guts ,reached her ears and broke her from her daze and again, gave her butterflies in her stomach. Turning around, she met those beautiful icy blue eyes again, and she swore that she found herself melting,again.

She couldn't help it, the feelings, they just came out of nowhere. A hopeless romantic she was, yet, she failed to find the love that she dreamed of and deserved. Safe to say, her hopes were almost dead by now. She wasn't ready to have feelings for anyone, she didn't want to. But,she just couldn't help it. She saw her entire world in his eyes!

It wasn't very different for Draco. Being the only child of a billionaire family,he was spoiled rotten since his birth. He had everything, everything but Love. His parents acted cold enough to make him feel neglected. He was a bully, so naturally people loving him was the last thing for him to expect. Being loved and adored by fellow bullies and nasty people didn't count for him. His romantic ventures weren't very romantic in the first place itself. But with her, he swore he saw his entire world in her eyes!

"Who wouldn't love some company, especially when it's with someone like you?" She flirted back.

Oh my God! I flirted back! I flirted! She was screaming at herself mentally.

"So, what's a beautiful lady like you thinking so deeply about right now? I won't be surprised if it's about me! I mean, I know that I am really good-looking!" He boasted arrogantly.

This brought her back down from flying across the dreamy skies of her romantic feelings with wings of hope as she crashed down to the cold ,hard and dry ground of reality. She was indeed thinking of him,however.

This guy was an arrogant bully who felt no sympathy or compassion for anyone. He mocked people who were lower than him in status. I am lower than status to him, is it another ploy of his to make fun of me ultimately? Am I his new victim?

"Maybe you'll never know, what I was thinking of, but seems like you're very familiar with the quality of humbleness"

"What? Is it wrong to be confident in your looks?"

"No,it's not Malfoy. It's just that you don't really have much history with the quality of humbleness."

"Oh so you went to Hogwarts Academy?"

"Yes, I did."

"What house were you in?"

"Y/h/n."

"I see,I have never seen you at school. How is that possible ? Someone as beautiful as you not being noticed by me at all?"

"Of course you haven't, I was two years younger than you." She was sure that she probably looked like a tomato by now because of his constant flirtatious remarks.

"Anyways, better late than never. Ermmmm……As long as my parents talk to Mrs.Johnson about the business deal, would you like to get out of here with me…….for a while?" He rubbed his neck as he averted his gaze away from hers. Nervousness being clearly visible through his actions and by the reddening of his pale face.

"I'd love to."

"Come on then." He held out his hand for her to take. Without giving a second thought to it, she happily put her hand into his.

They ran through the dimly lit, empty corridors like kids who were sneaking out of their parent's house to conduct some mischief. Giggles and laughs echoed all around. Bringing them to halt in front of a mahogany door, Draco turned to look at her.

"Close your eyes Y/n, I have something to show you." Trusting his words,she closed her eyes and left herself to his mercy. He gripped her shoulders gently, threw the door open and led her inside. The beautiful and evergreen scent of parchment paper and old books along with the expensive cologne of Draco filled her sense of smell and she felt like she had probably ascended to heaven.

"You may open your eyes now." A gasp left her lips as her eyes widened in surprise at the ginormous library. For a fleeting moment she felt like Belle from The Beauty and the Beast movie. The library had a gothic element in its design and the relics kept there were certainly of not only high monetary value but also historical . There was a spiral staircase at one corner which led to the upper floor which was filled with even more books.

"I have attended several balls and parties all throughout my life in this venue and everytime I felt bored, I would come here. This place has some really interesting books,but not as many as the library in our manor does."

"You have your own personal library? That too ,bigger than this one?"

"I do indeed."

They talked about their interests and passions for quite some time. Not a moment did they find dull, in fact as time progressed, Draco found himself fawning over her even more as she talked about herself and her life. Y/n found herself opening up to him easily without any doubts, a certainly high level of trust was what she felt with him. Something she never felt with anyone else other than her family.

"We should head back,it's getting late." She spoke up as she heard the chime of the grandfather clock when it struck ten.

"Yeah……we should." A frown came upon their faces at the realization that they now needed to leave each other. Reaching the hall back again,before parting ways, they looked at each other for possibly the last time.

"I really had an amazing time with you. I hope…..I'll see you…again?"

"I did too, Draco. Goodnight and I hope that I'll see you again." She smiled softly ,earning a wide grin from Draco.

"Goodnight then. I am not going to say Goodbye at all!"

"You just did though. Anyways….bye."

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I apologize for the delay in posting this, but I hope that my mediocre writing will make it up for it. Hope you Have a great day!💕

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