#yeah well. turns out those are real. and they could really play with your mind a bit
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hiii i’m not sure if you particularly like writing hybrid!reader but can i pls request something with leon where he tries to feel out his bunny/dog hybrid gf’s kinks by seeing how her tail moves in response to them. like something she really likes she’ll wag her tail real fast and he finds it adorable
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader
summary: leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, humping his boot, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, scent kink, dacryphilia, and size kink
word count: 2.6k
a/n: no because i love this idea so much. it's been in my head since i got it. i hope i did it justice because i think it's so cute. thank you for sending it and i hope you enjoy <3
Leon’s eyes rested upon his favorite sight in the whole world. His precious puppy girl kneeling at his feet. If he had to guess, he’d say it was your favorite place to be too. All signs pointed to that conclusion. Your eyes were wide and locked onto his face. Your body vibrated and squirmed with the urge to jump into his lap. And of course, the way your tail wagged back and forth.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
The fluffy appendage moves in a lazy rhythm right now. You were excited Leon was home and wanted to play, but you weren’t thrilled enough for it to turn to a blur. He chuckles and reaches a hand forward to rub your head. That gets it to speed up a little bit.
“You have a good day, pup?” he asks.
You scoot the slightest bit closer while nodding. You tilt your head to the side, squishing the flesh of your cheek against his knee.
“Yeah? What’d you do today?” he says.
“Took a nap. Watched the tv,” you answer, “You look tired, daddy.”
He smiles at your observation and scratches at the base of one of your ears. Those ears, which were perked up at the moment, were so sensitive to everything. The wind knocking something over outside, his car pulling up on the driveway, and of course, small changes in his inflection.
Though he sometimes wondered if that’s all it was. He sees the way your tail picks up a notch when his lips curl upwards with that smile. He wondered, if not hoped, that it was something more than just your heightened physical capabilities. If maybe, there was something within you, something deeper, some instinctive emotional connection that bound you to him. That was probably wishful thinking. Someone who understood him implicitly. Still that was how he felt sometimes, and it was always lingering in the back of his mind when he watched your cute little ass wiggle back and forth with the movement of your tail.
“A little. Had a long day at work,” he tells you, continuing the conversation.
“Oh. Was it boring?” you inquire.
“You could say that,” he says.
“I get bored sometimes when you’re not here too,” you say.
The short, curt way you speak drives him up the wall. His hand on top of your head trails down to your cheek and gives it a little pinch before his thumb lands on your lips. Your tongue darts out to give the pad a small lick.
“Cute,” he murmurs as his fingers descend to your jawline and then your throat, “Why were you so bored, puppy? You have the whole house to yourself. You have enough toys to fill a room.”
“But I was missing my favorite toy,” you say, nuzzling against his leg.
“Oh, your favorite toy, huh?” he says.
His fingers tease the edge of the smooth material that was wrapped around your neck. In place of a collar, you wore a pink satin ribbon. It bunched around to the front of your neck where it was tied in a pretty bow. Leon’s own handiwork. He never saw a reason to collar you. You were the most loyal little thing on the face of this Earth. Even if he kicked you out, you’d probably just take up residence on the mat at the front door. He’d rather you look like the spoiled princess that you were and dress you in the pink ribbon to match the other pink items you wore, your camisole and panties.
You nod at the question he asked, the ends of your bow swaying with your motion.
“Yeah? Well, tell daddy. What’s your favorite toy?” he prompts you.
Your hand snakes up to the front of his jeans and paws at the area where you would soon feel the outline of his hardening dick.
“That’s your favorite?” he asks, feigning ignorance, “Wow. If I'd known that, I wouldn’t have bought you all those stuffies. Coulda saved me a ton of money. Just let you sit on my cock most of the time, and you’d be satisfied.”
You shrug, not caring to roll that proposition around in your head for actual consideration. Sure you loved your toys, but they didn’t come close to one tucked away inside daddy’s jeans.
He grins not only because you’re so fucking cute, but also because he can see your tail starting to go faster. As much as he wants to pull you onto his lap and breed you till you’re a mess of drool and tears, he wants more tonight. You were nothing if not eager, and while he loved that, it meant that it didn’t take much effort from you to get him to cum in minutes. You’d just get so tight, you never suppressed any of your moans or whines, your face always scrunched up into needy expressions of euphoria…
Anyways. He just wanted to tease it out tonight.
“You have been a good girl today. I think you deserve some time with your favorite toy,” he says, watching the specific twitch when he said the two words of praise, “You wanna play with it right now?”
You nod almost as quickly as your tail wags. A sonorous laugh echoes from him. His eyes hold that glint that lets you know there’s more.
“What’s your favorite way to play with it, baby? You like bouncing on it?” he asks, his voice gaining an amused lilt.
You don’t respond with words. He knows your nodding, but his focus is on your backside where he’s getting the only response he needs.
Swish.
“Maybe you like taking it face down, whining into the pillow?” he continues.
Swish Swish.
“Or maybe you like being on your back, legs over daddy’s shoulders?”
Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish.
“I think that’s the winner,” he chuckles, “Why is that your favorite, pup?”
“It gets deeper,” you say. He watches as you try to be subtle about scooching closer. He wasn’t going to stop you though.
“Oh I see,” he says, nodding his head in mock realization, “You want it as deep as possible, right? And to do that, I have to pin you down, keep you underneath me where I can just fill that pussy up over and over. You like being helpless, princess?”
As his tone becomes more husky, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Your hips fight the urge to squirm, but your tail can’t stop flinging itself back and forth. A tingling flame had been lit inside your belly, one you desperately wanted him to put out.
“Yeah. You love when I’m in charge. You love when all you have to do is take it like a good girl, and you can just let that little brain melt away,” he taunts. With each swish of your tail, it’s like he can hear a game show buzzer ringing in his points.
You wrap your arms around his leg that was nearest to you and pathetically whimper out “daddy.”
“What is it, puppy?” he coos.
You look up at him and give him the definition of puppy eyes. “I want it. No more teasing,” you whine. Despite your demanding words, you stay put. You were a good girl after all, and good girls wait for permission.
“What? You want it?” he mocks, “What’s the rush, baby? You don’t like daddy’s voice anymore? You sure were liking it last night when you were all sleepy. Just whining and clinging onto me, begging me not to pull out.”
The movements of your tail start to become blurry as you remember the previous night. He’d fucked you so good and talked you through it the whole time. The main difference between now and then was that then you had his cock stuffed inside you while he spoke.
“I do like it,” you defend with a pout, “But I just want it, daddy. Please. Wanna be full of you.”
“Full,” he repeats, “Does daddy stretch you out? Make you feel like there’s no room for anything else?”
You nod again, but you can’t take it anymore. You scoot forward more so your knees rest on either side of his boot. His knee kisses the space beneath your chin while the rest of his leg is flush up against your tummy, going straight between your breasts. He knows what you’re about to do, but he’s fine with it. Tilting the tip of his boot upwards, he gives you silent permission to start rocking your hips.
That was all you needed to close the gap between the top of his shoe and your clothed cunt. Lowering yourself slightly, your puffy clit brushes the leather. You let out a tiny mewl. Your face was already starting to scrunch up into a cute little look from such a simple touch.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” he teases.
“Yeah, daddy. Thank you,” you whimper.
Your hips move back and forth as if on a pendulum. The rhythm is consistent like the pacing of your tail. Back and forth, back and forth.
“I think you soaked through your panties, pretty baby. You gonna get daddy’s shoe all nice and shiny? Make it smell like you?” he says with a smug grin.
“Uh huh,” you mumble.
But when Leon mentions scenting his boot, your tail starts going crazy. Absolutely buck wild. He wouldn’t be shocked if you sprained something from how hard it was moving. God, he was getting hard. A solid tent had formed in the center of his lap from watching you. So precious, so adorable. Those pants and whines of pure lust. The way your fingers were digging into the leg you held onto like you needed it to survive. The nonstop rutting of your hips matching up with the wag of your tail.
“Woah woah. Think my girl might be a little possessive,” he says as he watches you. He keeps his tone light. He wanted this to play out before he let himself have any. To stave off his desires, he palms himself over the rough denim.
Your eyes catch that, and it’s almost comical how you nearly drool. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine. You're my daddy. They can’t have you,” you say, nestling your face against his legs.
Your own pleasure builds in the pit of your belly. You’d found the perfect amount of pressure on his boot. You just had to keep grinding your aching cunt into the leather.
“Poor baby. No one’s gonna take me from you,” he croons and strokes your head. His hand moves so much slower than any of your body parts and the contrast intensifies the pleasure further.
“Good,” you say.
“Mhm. Trust me, you keep my hands full as is,” he jokes.
He watches as you keep whining and humping his boot. Your hips move like you’re on the clock. He can feel drool starting to drip on his jeans and dampen the fabric. If only he could see your eyes. He knows they’re getting glossy, hazy with the bliss coming from between your legs. Lucky for him, a particular jolt of ecstasy pulls your head back and ends with your face looking up at him.
“You’re getting to daddy’s favorite part, honey. Keep going, Keep being a good girl,” he says. Again, your tail jerks when it registers the magic words. You snap your hips with renewed fervor, chasing the elusive high. His fingers press down harder against his cock as he sees the gleam of saliva coating your chin and lips.
“When do we get to my favorite part?” you babble. Your voice was starting to give as the warmth of carnal pleasure encroaches on your mind.
“And what is your favorite part?” he asks, knowing what your answer would be.
“The part when I actually get your cock,” you whimper.
He shakes his head. “Look at you. Trying to be smart while you’re going dumb,” he teases, “Quit complaining. You’re still getting to feel good, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” you whine instantly.
“Oh really? It looks pretty similar to me,” he says.
You make a small sound that’s halfway between a whine and a growl. Even with your frustration though, your hips don’t stop.
“I’m just teasing you, pup,” he says, stroking your jaw with his free hand, “I guess it is different. I don’t see you crying like you do when I’m buried inside. I don’t get to see those pretty eyelashes all wet from tears.”
Your eyes roll back at the mention of being so fucked out you cry. It was one of your favorites, and Leon knew it. Being reduced to a crumpled mess of sobs against the heat of his chest got you like almost nothing else.
The reactions etched across your facial features are cute, but he can’t tear his focus away from your ass moving against its will through the force of your tail.
“But that’s not the big difference, is it?” he continues, “No. The real reason you want my cock is cause you want daddy to breed you, huh?”
As soon as it leaves his mouth, it’s like his mental buzzer is letting him know he’s won the grand prize. Everything about you goes haywire. You lock around his leg while your hips rut like you’re in heat. Your tail whips around so fast he thinks it could create a breeze.
“Uh huh, daddy- ah! Mm… just wanna be bred. Need it,” you ramble.
He feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s sure when he actually does get it in you, he’s not gonna last too long. It’s straining against the zipper as is, and he can’t stop rubbing it. He’s almost as bad as you on the boot.
“I know you do. Silly little puppy. That’s always what you need,” he coos, “Just need to be pumped full of cum. My sweet girl.”
Your tongue is half lolled out of your mouth by this point. You’re past going dumb. Your head is swimming around in absolute thoughtlessness. Not a care in the world besides getting yourself to cum all over daddy’s boot.
He nearly groans out loud from the sight of it. He can feel the warmth of your pussy all over his shoe, the plush of your thighs clamped near the sides.
“You’re doing perfect, baby,” he mutters, “You’re gonna get your treat, I promise. Just let daddy watch you cum, and I’ll make sure you get your fill.”
You want to whimper “ok, daddy,” but your mind is too far gone for words. All that comes out is a strangled amalgamation of sounds accompanied by your head wobbling up and down. And the whole time swish swish swish.
Your swollen little clit had more than enough stimulation to get you to burst. Pants turn to gasps and fluid movements sharpen. You mumble against his leg, your lips squishing all over his pants and wetting them even more with your spit.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, which is enough to get another loud moan out of you. He chuckles and continues watching with his half-lidded, lustful eyes.
As the movement of your hips slow, your tail’s swings weaken. He still strokes your head as you catch your breath. Your chest puffs in and out while you feel your skin cooling down. It was hard not to get sleepy after you came, but before you have to worry about falling asleep at his feet, Leon scoops you up and holds you on his lap.
Rubbing your back, he presses some kisses to your forehead and temple. “There’s my girl. How’re you feeling, baby?”
“Good, daddy,” you mutter against his shirt.
“Yeah? You think you’re up for daddy breeding you for real now?” he whispers.
And suddenly, you’re not so sleepy. You sit up straight in time with your ears perking up. You nod and give him a lazy smile. He can’t see it, but he can feel that tail already starting to wag again.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#resident evil imagines#resident evil x you
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In all my 19 years of living, I've finally realized how it feels to be sleep deprived.
Like actually full out not remembering a single shit the night you were sleep deprived.
#I've always thought that when people act it out on tv or books its always meant to be sort of a gag#like duh obviously you should always get enough sleep but i dont think its that serious#cause they always mention not being able to sleep the past 24-48 hours#yeah well. turns out those are real. and they could really play with your mind a bit#nothing serious. but i was doing an exam assignment and it went horribly. but i thought it was horribly okay enough so i just submitted it#lo and behold i rewatch the clip i did for my exam and its like. 50% worst than what i remember#things i dont even remember adding and being problems suddenly appeared there and i just.#you definitely weren't there the night before#what is happening#safe to say i soent the rest of the day repenting and swearing never to stay up ever again#kyriatalks
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pucker up buttercup
Yandere florist x reader
Tw: mentions of physical abuse in sexual settings, implied drugging and somnophilia, stalking, implied possessive behavior and controlling nature, mildly nsfw. Not proofread 🌺
🌷Benny was the quiet kid of your school. You didn't know much about him, except he was a good student and apart of the gardening club. That was all, but Benny? Oh he knew you very well..
🌷you were stunning. You had such amazing hair that he wanted to play with every night before going to sleep, those stunning beautiful eyes that always ghosted over his form in the cafeteria, and your voice that always managed to make him rock hard down there
🌷 recently your family had gotten a wide assortment of flowers for an event. Thinking they were pretty, you asked for the florists name or any social they might have. They handed you a card with the info, and with that you looked up the account on Instagram.
🌷 scrolling through their posts you found a familiar face you'd see every day in the school halls. What was his name again? Benjamin? Beanie? No.. oh yeah! Benny! You didnt know he had such a good eye for aesthetics, especially flower arrangements. But that has to be expected since he spends all his time gardening
🌷the next time you saw him, you walked right up to his table on campus grounds. A bit far from the other outside lunch areas. He froze when he saw a familiar pair of shoes, looking up at you slowly with those big blue eyes
"you're a florist right?"
"y-yes..?"
"how much for a dozen roses and half a dozen tulips?"
🌷you became a regular after that. He'd wait anxiously every day for you in the plant nursery after school. He always gave you such cheap prices, claiming you were his friend and he only did favors for them. You thought he was sweet, so when you heard rumors about him being caught sneaking around the girls locker rooms and stalking a classmate? You shrugged it off,most likely empty gossip
🌷if only you paid attention to the red flags sooner.. you would have realized Benny's real nature. When he asked you out prom night, you agreed, he was sweet and you weren't seeing anyone at the moment. Who knew, maybe this would be the start of a beautiful relationship?
Pros with Benny:
🌹atleast he's a very generous lover. Spoiling you with what he could afford, since he came from humble beginnings he's always wise with the money you both have
🌹 he's completely devoted to you! Never looking at anyone else with love or lust, always worshipping you both in bed and outside it
🌹you learn new things. Like natural remedies, plants and their names, their usefulness to make nearly everything. Even drugs (He's vegan.)
🌹he wants to settle down and raise a family with you as soon as you graduate college! He gets tipsy and love drunk thinking about it too much. He'd make an excellent father. Kind of.
The cons:
🥀 randomly, he'll get very aggressive in bed. Biting you till your skin bleeds, slapping your chest and ass, degrading you with the most vilest words. Not to mention he seems to really like choking you till you almost pass out
🥀he doesn't know how to take no for an answer, he'll go scarily quiet and his eyes will turn dull. A complete contrast to how he usually is. Surely a little intimidation will make you change your mind no?
🥀 he's possessive with your time and love. If he ever notices you staring at anyone a little too long, who isn't friends or family he knows of, you bet there'll be missing person posters by the end of the week
🥀he forbids you from going into the basement. Saying it's his private nursery and you should respect his privacy, even if he doesn't respect yours
🥀 randomly you'll feel sleepy after Eating anything he makes you, growing drowsy and the last thing you can remember is feeling clammy hands hastily unbutton your pants and shirt
#yandere x reader#ocs#queenie ocs#queenie writes#yandere x darling#yandere#yandere male#yandere male x reader#male yandere#Yandere florist#Yandere florist x reader#Benny the florist#Yandere oc#Yandere oc x reader#yandere drabble#Yandere headcanons#male yandere x reader
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ʚ 𖦹₊˚. remus lupin x fem!reader
summary: remus dies his hair red and you go feral.
kiki says: i saw this pics of david and i couldn’t help it. this history contains smut, MDI please, it mentions reader and remus being in his twenties and in college. reader is a horn dog but with a bf like remus who wouldn’t. there’s mentions of cum play, oral sex (male receiving) but it’s mostly domestic life fluff i think. sorry if somethings is wrong, english isn’t my first language.
ʚ 𖦹₊˚. ʚ 𖦹₊˚. ʚ 𖦹₊˚.
smut below the cut.
remus lupin had no right being this extraordinary specimen of a man he was. he was already too cool for you to handle, the mastermind behind every marauder plan, one of the top students in all his classes, what’s more attractive than a boy who loved to see the world burning but never burn with it.
sometimes you pinched yourself every time he called you ‘baby’ because nothing felt real next to him. it didn’t feel like you were on earth.
“no” you signed as soon as your boyfriend entered your shared department with a half smirk “no, no, no, no, NO!”
the last ‘no’ was higher and accompanied of a tantrum, the kitchen flannel was now on the floor and you walked straight to the bedroom. remus followed you, frowning in silence and found you lying in bed.
“what?” he chuckled.
“how could you do that do me?”
“what did i do” your arms start to violently move, pointing at his — now orange — hair. “well, sirius had a perm and he said i would look good”
“sirius had a perm?” you were really curious about what would made him take that decision, and more, how did it turned out?
“yes, never mind. what’s wrong with my hair?” he said, touching his already messy hair “i can change it if it bothers you that much”
you turn to face the pillow and take a second to scream against it.
“you look really fucking hot” you respond nonchalantly, as if you weren’t throwing the biggest tantrum of your early twenties. “it’s not fair”
“you’re like this because i look good? i thought i looked hideous. i thought i looked like those unemployed people who drop out of college to start a band”
“you look really good” you say “and definitely knowing you’re going to the university helps your character a lot”
“then what?”
you sigh in pain “i masturbate at the thought of you a lot, remmy”
he chuckles “thank you, baby”
“a lot, remmy” you emphasize “i mean it”
“i masturbate thinking of you too”
“yeah, the two times you’ve ever masturbate, and i’ve always finish it for you”
“what’s that?”
“you don’t like masturbating”
“well, no” he starts “i have you. and even before of that i wasn’t a fan, sorry?”
“not the point” you discard his apology “the thing here is, that doesn’t affect you as much as it does to me” you feel suddenly embarrassed, hidding your head on the pillow while remus sits on the mattress with your legs on his thighs “i can see myself getting out of bed later thanks to you. taking more time showering because of you. and what when you’re not here? i’ll just think about that stupid hair and have to do it”
“c’mmom” he laughs “you don’t masturbate at the mere sight of me”
“you don’t know what’s going on under those sheets, remus”
“fine. fine. fair enough” he kisses your shoulder “i don’t mean to brag, baby, but you make me feel really desired”
“you are, remmy. why do you think i make sure to kiss you every time we’re at the school cafeteria?”
“because you love me?”
“no, silly” he looks at you offended “well, yes, that too. but i just have to make sure everyone knows you’re with me”
remus chuckles again, that’s the only thing he knows how to do in moments like this one, where he felt so close to you and in his mind was only one thing.
fuck you.
in any way he could, he just wanted you to warm his cock.
he threw your shirt somewhere in the room and now he was on top of you. both of his legs at your sides and he just took his time kissing your lips and caressing your face.
he took off his clothes as soon as he could, he was an eager and busy man.
remus fucked like he was being chased. his goal was making you cum as fast as he could while that motherfucker just smirked and edged himself, watching the whimpering mess he made you, you couldn’t take any more and yet he still hasn’t cum.
“my pretty, pretty, baby”
remus sat on your belly, his already hard cock was resting between your breasts and he holds himself onto the bead board with one hand while the other toys with your boob.
you moan in his lips and he just has to bite your lips.
“my pretty, horny princess” he’s making fun of you. you know it by the smirk forming in his stupid handsome face “eager, baby?”
he knows you are, you always are. remus starts to move his hips against your torso, his balls humping against your skin.
a few seconds before that, remus starts getting closer to your mouth, finally standing with his knees in a way that his cock is directly in your lils.
you of course, receive him with an open mouth, how could you not when he looks this hot.
his balls are resting on your boobs and his big cock is now inside of your mouth, he toys with your face as if it was nothing, like you don’t have a gag reflex at all.
remus caresses your face with a soft completely opposed to his strokes. every time you suck his dick he makes a mess of you, he pulls out for a second and slaps your pretty face, you moan and he smiles, how can this moment not be perfect?
“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever slapped”
you chuckle, you’re also the only girl he’s ever slapped and you intended to continue like that.
remus kisses you after putting his cock on your mouth again and this time you raise your head so he could hit deeper, he holds your hands as soon as he sees you trying to touch him and he laughs every time he felt you wanting him to let go. he pulls out of you and he hears your cries, because you wanted more.
“what, baby?” he smiles, leaning down on you to kiss you “you know i wouldn’t cum right there. s’ not much like me, is it?”
and it wasn’t, but you thought that maybe that hair would make him change his mind and not be so cruel about filling your mouth with cum, his cum.
“don’t be mean, remmy” you manage to say while trying to get back your breath. “s’ just not fun. you don’t cum. and i don’t cum, why are we even having sex?”
he smirks and raises his hands in a way of declaring himself innocent, of what? you wouldn’t know, remus’ brain overworked while having sex and yours simply stopped working.
“you wanna cum, baby?”
and, as if being under his body with your face covered in saliva and his pre-cum wasn’t humiliating enough, he had to make you bed.
“yes, please, remmy” and you were weak. you would beg if he wanted you to. “please, please, i need you, need your cum, remmy”
“wow, you’re unbelievable. how do you look this pretty while begging? i would look embarrassing”
“s’ part of my charm”
“let’s have you cumming, baby, shall we? if you’re good enough i’ll stuff you with my cum too”
“not too many rounds, remmy. just cum”
he laughs, but you’re not kidding. he kisses your temple and nods.
and by the end of the night you’re a complete mess. there’s cum leaking from your pussy and you can still taste it in your mouth, your breasts are sparkling with it too and remus tries to get you up to take a shower but you’re way too proud of yourself.
remus lupin came four times that night, and here you were thinking that red hair didn’t make him change his mind, because there was no way a brunette remus lupin would cum more than twice the same day.
“and ruin my victory that soon?” you responded when he begged again for you to go to the bathroom with him “let me be, remmy”
“baby, i promise i’ll cum more but please. you have to pee and shower”
“i’m just so happy right now, remmy”
“have a shower and i’ll stuff your pretty pussy with cum again for you to sleep like that, fine? but at least you’re clean for the night”
and just like that, your body was already receiving the cold drops of water.
#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin smut#the marauders x reader#remus lupin fluff#remus lupin fanfiction#the marauders smutt
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Sweetest Revenge
Pairings;
Regina George x Reader
Pt.2
All eyes were on me as I walked into the cafeteria. I was now the newest trending topic, again. "I'm the Queen Bee, again?". I repeated the question in my head over and over again.
I walked to my usual lunch table and just sat there, staring into oblivion. Not too long later Regina walked in...she was wearing sweatpants. On a Thursday. All eyes were on her and her confident spark was gone.
As she moved to sit down at the usual plastics table. Cady was sitting there like she was the HBIC "Regina, you're wearing sweatpants." Gretchen pointed out "So?" Regina scoffed. "So. You can't sit with us." Gretchen pointed out the rule.
Regina scoffed again in response "Those rules are made up. They're not real." She said as she stood there, everyone was still watching "They were real that day I wore a vest." Karen said "Yeah because that vest was ugly!" Regina stated "You can't sit with us!" Gretchen shouted.
Regina shook her head and turned to walk away "Take a picture it'll last longer." She said. Everyone took out their phones to take photos/videos. In response I stood up and grabbed her shoulder leading her to sit down with me.
Everyone gasped in response "What are you doing?" She scoffed "Saving your ass from being embarrassed." I said as I sat down next to her. She smiled at me gratefully and ate her lunch but I could still see she felt uncomfortable. I looked up and noticed everyone still filming.
I stood up from my seat next to her "Do you bozos have something you wanna say. If you don't put your fucking phones up your ass and sit the fuck down!" I demanded before sitting back down. Everyone turned off their phones and went back to minding their business except for the few gossipers.
"So is that what the former Queen Bee is all about?" Regina asked with a smirk "Shut up and eat your lunch doofus." I chuckled softly. I knew Regina did everything that she did to me because she was jealous. I guess I was just angry because she didn't think that what she was doing would possibly hurt me in the process.
I still love her to say the least but that's a story for another time. I looked up and noticed Janis' bewildered look. I shrugged it off. I knew I had hurt her feelings but she hurt mine first so she would just have to deal with it.
"I just don't understand though." Regina said aloud suddenly "Understand what?" I asked "Why'd you do this." She asked "Do what?" I asked her to clarify "Let me sit with you. After all I've done to you. Don't you hate me?" She stated as if it was an obvious answer.
"Well, love makes you do stupid things. And revenge is so sweet when you've realized you're the one that was truly played." I said softly. "I don't get it." She mumbled "Me either I just made that up." I said quickly.
She looked at me with a blank expression before laughing "But really. I don't hate you, Gina. You were my first everything. I could never hate you." I said softly as I held her hand under the table. She smiled softly "God you've got me blushing over here, stop it." She said bashfully.
I laughed softly as she looked down at her tray. Maybe this was the beginning of something new again. (灬º‿º灬)♡
#regina george#mean girls#regina george x reader#cady heron#janis imi'ike#gretchen wieners#karen shetty#x reader
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Could I request Aventurine with a jewelry maker s/o?
warning: light 2.1 spoilers (just that aventurine shattered his cornerstone), references to gambling, aventurine is a little mean
pairing: aventurine x reader
author’s note: thank you anon! i had so much fun writing this! (it was a good distraction from thinking about my presentation for class) this is really short again and beware that i know nothing about jewels or the likes that part was all google, but i hope you enjoy it anyways!
“so, you think it’s possible?” he was insane, out of his mind. he wanted you of all people to shatter the cornerstone the ipc has given him, something like that could probably be considered blasphemous by the ipc, you could be put on trial or worse for this.
However you didn’t say anything close to this to his face, instead only nodding along like a good little partner. “yeah, but we could get in trouble for it. i mean real trouble-“
“i know, i know,” he cut you off with a wave of his hand, starting to walk around you like a predator circling his prey. it would be unsettling for most, but you were already used to it. “but you’ll still help me right?”
you paused and looked at the beautiful aventurine stone lying on your worktable, before slowly looking back up at your blond partner in crime. “aventurine… can i be honest with you?”
“always, my sweet.” he mused with a charming smile, but you could tell inside he was not pleased about you making a fuss about this simple task he asked of you.
“this is a big gamble.”
“you’re saying that like i’m not aware of it.”
you shook your head apologetically, “i didn’t mean to insult you. it’s just- what if the risk isn’t worth the reward this time?”
his smile momentarily turned into a fake frown as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, before turning back into an amused smile. “my dear, have you not been listening to me? don’t you know? the house always wins.”
“and we are the house...“ you finished, turning aventurine’s smile into a smirk as he let go of your face.
“so, you do remember after all.“ he mused, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both gazed at the stone in the table. his grip on you tightened subtly, a small reminder that he was the one with a position in power and you only had a small little jewellery shop that you could barely keep afloat. “just don’t think too much about it. i have everything under control, so take this ugly cornerstone and turn it into something elegant, presentable and most importantly undetectable.”
you nodded and he let you get to work. you sat in front of the stone, inspecting it before even attempting to shatter it. after all this stone was said to have sealed the authority of an emanator of preservation within it, which basically meant it was dangerous as heck and you had to be careful about it.
you let out a sigh and picked up the stone, painfully aware of aventurine’s careful and scrutinising gaze on you.
“aventurine is such a pretty stone, you know?”you began, turning it in the light, letting light refract from it, “it’s a symbol of good luck, but you probably already knew that… it’s also very easily mistaken for jade for the untrained eye…”
his expression shifted slightly as you mentioned that, “oh, really?”
he stepped closer again, standing right behind you and examining his stone as well. you knew aventurine liked pretty and expensive things, he dressed up to the part he wanted to play, you remembered when he first stepped into your shop he had no clue about what was fine expensive jewellery and what was just something cheaply made and sold for an expensive price. it’s almost funny that his own stone was never a part of those conversations.
you nodded your head, presenting the aventurine in such a way it would sparkle a little. “yeah. you can’t really tell at a glance, but aventurine has a slight glittery shimmer to it. i can barely tell the difference half the time.”
“you’re so smart, reader.” he said, making you blush a little. you were very easily flustered by praise. “i think you just gave me an even better idea. i have to leave and make a call, i’ll be back later. love you.”
he gave you a kiss on the cheek before starting to walk out of your store with a hurried step. you could barely register what he had said, a new idea? how did your info dumping give him a new idea?
you shook your head, it was futile trying to figure out what he thought. quickly you stood up and shouted after him, “love you too! don’t come back too late!”
#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x reader#hsr x gender neutral reader#hsr x you#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr aventurine#aventurine honkai star rail
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Fool
written for @steddiemicrofic‘s April prompt ‘Fool’ wc: 454 | rated: T | cw: Alcohol use, bad friends
I don't really do these anymore, which is a bummer, cus the prompts are really good! I had an idea for this one, so I wrote it! (also the person who gets the reference to a song in thos one gets a cookie)
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“God, you’re a fool!”
If Eddie could have a table to stand on, he would. He’s yelling at Steve, who’s staring at him, tears in his eyes. He thought this party would go well. Now he’s sitting behind the house with his heart broken, and Eddie Munson is giving him life advice.
“You think these people really care for you?” Eddie tsks at him. “You really think they will be there for you?” Steve tries to stand, but sways, catching himself on the wall. Okay, maybe he drank a bit too much. “I didn’t think..”
Eddie’s calmed down now. “I just.. I can’t watch you destroy yourself with those people and not do anything.” Eddie’s grabbing his hand now, pulling him along. “Where are you taking me?” “To my car, then to my trailer. Let you sober up. Make sure you don’t puke all over yourself. Show you what real friends are like.”
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Steve ends up laying on Eddie’s couch, his head supported by a couple pillows. Eddie’s sat on the floor next to him, eating his pizza.
“This could be a party too, you know. Parties don’t need to be alcohol and loud music and whatever. Could just be this.” He leans his head back, bumping against Steve’s knee. It’s quiet for a while.
“I think I like parties like this better.” Steve says, and Eddie smiles at the ceiling. “That’s good. I hope we can do this another time when you’re not drunk out of your mind.” Steve giggles at that, and Eddie loves the sound of that, wants to record it and play it over and over again until the tape breaks. “Smoke some, watch a movie. Eat pizza that isn’t fucking cold..” He throws his slice back in the box.��
“Almost sounds like a date.”
Eddie stops breathing.
“I- mh. Yeah,” he whispers.
“Could be. If you wanna,” Steve says, groaning as he turns on the couch.
“Steve.. Don’t say shit like that. You’ll kill me.” Eddie stands, suddenly. “You’re drunk.” “I’m sobering up.” “You really are not Steve, look at you.” He gestures vaguely at Steve, splayed over his couch, looking up at Eddie with squinted eyes. “I’m gonna have a headache tomorrow.” He whispers. Eddie sighs, sits back down.
“Can I stay here? My.. My house is so empty. Just a house, really. Not really mine.” Steve reaches out, a small voice in his head telling him to. It’s the same voice that told him to stare at Tommy H. Or Devin from calc. Or George Michael.
Eddie sighs again, grabbing Steve’s hand, giving it a little squeeze.
“Sure, man. Of course. Know the feeling.”
“Headache?”
“No. Staying in a place that doesn’t feel like home.”
“Oh.”
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this was really fun to write and hopefully there's more to come for this prompt to make up for the fact that i abandoned this shit in October 🥲
#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson#steddie microfic#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficapril#stranger things
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!!!!!!!!!!! New Cthulhu Season has started!! this time featuring:
The band at our fancy party started playing a song that Sammy INSTANTLY recognised as his own improv, played a year and some change ago from the balcony of a New Orleans hotel to calm his nerves, which really should not be turning up perfectly replicated here and unsettled him so much that he ended up trying to communicate this to Jack in the LEAST CLEAR WAY IMAGINABLE
we got a supernatural partycrasher at the fancy party which means wE GOT PROPHET IN A SUIT!!! FANCY PROPHET FOR JUST A FEW MINUTES!! his previously prophesied warning of what was to come included the phrase "a report that silences the tongue of ythill," which is apparently what this was, and he got SO EXCITED about the appearance of this weird man making people bleed from the eyes that he booted Sammy from the front to take it all in. THE TIME IS FINALLY AT HAND!!!
i also have a lil smattering of out-of-context quotes from session 1 if ur into that sort of thing: here under the cut!
[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]
[Jack] Aw, there's no snow in the year before, so probably no snowball fights for Christmas,
[GM] Well, we can invent our own, that's fine.
[Sammy] It's the ONE difference! IDENTICAL TO OUR WORLD, except for on December 25th there was snow, don't worry about it.
[GM] And tape recorders!
[Sammy] There's tape recorders, and there was snow on December 25th, 1934.
[Sammy] AND ALSO CTHULHU IS REAL. But other than that it's exactly the same.
[GM] That's it, just those little things.
[Henry] A minor detail.
[GM] Another question: Christmas is on a Tuesday, does the Studio get days off?
[Joey] In the Cthulhu universe, yes… And It's All Henry's Fault.
[Jack] Anyone who failed their Sanity gain checks in '35 -- it's the anticipation.
[Sammy] Yeah, it's just driving you absolutely bonkers that this prophecy still hasn't happened, can it go ahead and get it over with? I hate having this hanging over my head!
[Sammy] And if you PASS your sanity check, and gained sanity, it could be that you're just INCREASINGLY IN DENIAL. Like, you know what? Maybe he forgot!
[Jack] Jack's the most likely to keep up with these poor people we keep roping into our nonsense!
[Joey] Hey, HEY!
[Jack] "Welcome to the group! You're only here for a little bit, but have some trauma! Trauma for you! And trauma for you! BYE"
[Sammy] We're like Absol. We're not CAUSING the trouble, but it IS in our wake, constantly.
[Jack] Absol is 100% a modern teenage Joey Drew's fursona.
[Joey] ….Yeah…
[Henry] Is it an easier apartment to get to, for Joey, than the one he has?
[Joey] That is a really good question.
[GM] It has ONE flight of stairs, but it doesn't have ten zillion flights, so I mean, it's better, probably! It DID have an evil ritual in it,
[Jack] *reading the inflation calculator* $1,000 in 1935 is… 22 thousand.. and a half… dollars?????
[Joey] GREAT! *claps* STUDIO'S FUNDED! :D
[Jack] Joey, no,
[Sammy] You can do that with YOUR money,
[Joey] I mean, that IS what's going to happen to Joey's money, Joey's just going to immediately dump it into the studio. Grant gets a LOVELY holiday present where suddenly, the numbers are not in the red anymore!
[GM] This is how Grant doesn't become the final boss.
[Sammy] Is that a present? IS THAT A PRESENT??? Grant looks at the numbers and they're suddenly bigger? WHAT'S HAPPENING
[Jack] Sounds like a tax nightmare… he assumes his mind is broken, he's gone delusional,
[Sammy] Joey's not thinking about how this affects TAXES he's just like, OH BOY! More money! Grant'll work that out. :)
[Joey] Yeah! :D
[Sammy] Oh wow, mistletoe's been around for a while.
[Sammy] …I say, as if mistletoe, the plant, is newly invented,
[Jack] We need to even the playing field; Henry's the highest, we need to drag him down to our level!
[GM] Let's say it's just you guys, and Peter and Susie, and Norman took off.
[Sammy] Aw, don't wanna stay late? Old man, gotta get to bed?
[GM] Maybe not if people are saying THAT at him,
*after finding a major ice rink was not built until 1936*
[GM] Well, maybe everyone can do that when they DEFINITELY survive and come out victorious next year! :)
[Sammy] ….survive?! Nothing's happened! It's a CHRISTMAS PARTY.
[Jack] I HOPE we're surviving the Christmas Party, the food's not THAT bad, is it?
[Henry] We solved your Christmas puzzle!
[Jack] The Christmas Puzzle is how much food can we trick Joey into eating by handing it to him,
[Jack] Oh no, Spark's gone to… CATCOSA…. !
[Sammy] That's fine, Disney still hasn't caught up with us, so.
[Jack] Well they're havin' this whole weird issue with like, ink and cultists, it's a bit weird… bunch of the staff started going missing…?
[Sammy] *laughing* The entirety of Bendy and the Ink Machine happens, just OVER THERE. We averted it so now Disney has to do it.
[Henry] I will say, Henry's been a little uneasy all day. This doesn't affect anything, it's just for flavour.
[GM] But he is in a really nice suit!
[Sammy] Well THAT's why he's uneasy. They had to smooth his hair, and he's in a whole suit,
[GM] In a vest that actually fits,
[Henry] Unrecognisable.
[Jack] Who is this stranger?
[GM] Make spot (hidden) checks!
[Jack] *whispering* I hope it's Norman.
[GM] Both of you spot a familiar face, before he's able to come accost you -- it's not Norman, it's Denis!
[Sammy] oh gosh.
[Joey] Well… I don't know if that's better or worse than my initial guess of Avedon,
[GM] He greets you all cheerful-like, "fancy meeting you here!" sort of thing--
[Sammy] Sammy still doesn't shake his hand.
[GM] --he knows you as Joseph, doesn't he?
[Joey] Oh no…. Joey was trying to hide his name in New Orleans…
[Jack] That's fine, it's all about reinvention!
[Sammy] You know how in the Illusion of Living, Wally comes up and Joey randomly starts talking about how he's a great guy and a hard worker, and you're like, we were talking about something else ten seconds ago Joey PLEASE stay focused,
[Sammy] Anyway, I'm imagining that but with Peter?
[Sammy] The Studio just had a big release last year, and I just got this really nice car! and *mumbling* those events aren't actually connected, BUT!! Through the power of leaving out the middle bit, you can assume they are!
[GM] Sammy, make a listen check!
[Sammy] EXTREME SUCCESS, I rolled a THREE.
[GM] Oh cool! Make a sanity check!
[Sammy] oh no,,,
[Joey] *Mario voice* HERE WE GO!
[Sammy] Sammy is gonna look at Joey, see that Joey is like…. in the midst of a conversational manoeuvre, and go, run try to find Jack. I don't know if he'll GET there, but,
[GM] He can at least locate Jack, I would think, unless Jack is in a back room kissing boys or whatnot!
[GM] This guy is wearing a really severe, matte black suit, and has unnaturally white skin, his hair is black and very oiled in a severe widow's peak--
[Jack] It's him! Bendy Inkmachine!!
[GM] I'm reading this description RIGHT from the book, I need you to know that.
[GM] The music's also definitely come to a stop, while all this was going on. And then there's a gunshot! And now there's just a big, yknow, panic, like you get!
[Jack] Avedon's here!
[Sammy] There'd be more French-accented yelling if Avedon were here.
[Joey] I like how we're just going to end up willing Avedon into this scenario by making repeated "Avedon's here" jokes,
[Jack] I mean, I've been trying to do the same with Norman, but it's either not working, or we haven't rolled Spot high enough to find him yet!
[GM] You guys get interviewed and asked what you saw, and what happened!
[Sammy] …hang on, I gotta roll a check.
[Sammy] *rolls* … OKAY COOL Sammy's back.
[Joey] *laughing* Sammy interview, or Prophet interview?
[Sammy] They were going to get a REALLY interesting interview if I rolled better on willpower!
[GM] Do you suppose Joey would've helped Susie shop for a dress that she could conceal a firearm in?
[Joey]
[Joey] sURE!
[Joey] I mean I feel like, "would Joey help Susie shop for a dress," stop the sentence there: absolutely yes. There's other things to consider with dress? Well that just makes it a fun challenge now!
[GM] The police ask you what you saw. What do you tell them, about your experiences this evening?
[Sammy] Sammy didn't see a lot. There was some commotion and a gunshot.
[Joey] Yeah, I think Joey's just going to report that he just heard commotion happening up front, and quickly decided that he wasn't interested in commotion!
[Henry] Who was it who saw people with bloody eyes?
[Sammy] Uh, that was Sammy, he's not mentioning that part.
[Jack] *rolls* Normal success for Jack.
[Henry] *rolls* Hard success!
[Sammy] *rolls* EXTREME success, I rolled a ten!
[Joey] *rolls* …what's the fumble point, again?
[GM, as Denis] "There was a yellow sign at the Mardi Gras party last year! I thought it was a lucky charm, but I guess… it wasn't? I had a friend who said it wasn't, actually. You should watch out for those signs. Yes."
[Joey] *so tired* Okay, that's… that's fine…
[Henry] "Very helpful, thank you."
[Jack] (This guy's great, can we keep him?)
[Joey] (NO.)
[Henry] Henry is going to have so much anxiety. Like, just in general, but over this, too.
[Sammy] "going to"???
[Henry] *laughing* No, you're right. What I'm learning is that Henry CAN slide into being mostly even-headed about crises, but he has to have a moment of "Oh God, oh fuck, oh geez" first.
[GM] I think Peter does that in reverse.
[Sammy] Yeah, that makes sense -- Sammy just shoots straight for "OH COOL, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!!!"
[GM] How much do you suppose these boys are up on vernacular and slang?
[Henry] Henry might've picked up something from his kids, that's all I've got
[Sammy] That's cute… Henry knows what yeet means...
[Joey] I WAS ALSO GONNA SAY HENRY KNOWS WHAT YEET MEANS,
[Sammy] I do appreciate Jack being the one to notice that the prophecy might be a pun.
[Sammy] What do we even DO with this? What do we do next…
[Joey] *muttering* That's what I've been trying to think of for the last like… half hour, Sammy…!
[Joey] This isn't Joey-voice, this is just me-voice.
[Jack] Yeah, Joey would never admit weakness in front of Peter Sunstram.
[Joey] Yeah. Correct.
[Jack] Well if anyone else wants coffee, Jack might end up makin' some!
[Jack] You know, that 11:30 coffee.
[Sammy] "Well, if he plays clarinet, let us know."
[GM] Peter tips his head as if he's thinking of looking that up -- not looking it up, looking into it!
[Jack] Yeah, just google it, Pete! What are you waiting for!
[GM] On his cell phone,
[Jack] You gotta pull out your Bendyphone!
[Sammy] JDS is responsible for all anachronistic devices.
[Jack] Is It An Insanity Or Is It Just The ADHD
[Joey] Is Joey gonna make stupid decisions…?
[Sammy] JOEY,,,
[Sammy] Augh, I should've gone with him,
[Joey] *rolls* *starts cackling maniacally*
[Jack] *deadpan* Oh gee I wonder what the result is,
[Joey] *audibly grinning* Joey might try to dream spell… Y?
[Sammy] WHAT?!
[Henry] Joey what are you doing….
[Sammy] JOEY DREW!!!
[Henry] I roll to see if Henry's "Joey's Doing Something Stupid" senses are tingling
[Joey] Yeah, I think it's fair for Henry to have a "Is Joey Doing Something Stupid" sense that goes off fifty percent of the time,
[Sammy] It's NOT USEFUL because it's ALWAYS HAPPENING,
#quote post#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx#sammy lawrence#jack fain#prophet sammy#when in doubt just keep drawing#already vibrating about these boys once again
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Partridge In A Pear Tree
Day 1 of Pedromas! | Masterlist
Costar! Pedro Pascal x F! Reader
Synopsis: You hate your costar, your costar hates you.
Genre: smut, touch of angst
Warnings: 18+ smut, hate sex, enemies to lovers (more like enemies to fuckers), kissing, mentions of arguing, fighting for dominance, unprotected sex, p in v sex, no oral but there is a little lick
Gif credits to owners!
You didn't just dislike your costar Pedro, no you hated him! Something about the pretty boy act drove you nuts. You knew that there was no way that someone was that nice. Especially someone so sought after as him.
From the day you two first shook hands, you had held this content for him. And you could tell the content was mutual.
You let out a sigh as you were called onto set to film the argument scene with Pedro. You weren't nervous about the scene, actually you thought it might make you feel a little relieved to let out some of those harbored feelings.
No, you were more dreading just seeing Pedro in general. You were finding it harder and harder to stand near him. All of your stylists said you were crazy and that he was the nicest person in the world. But you just couldn't buy into it.
You let all your real anger show in the scene. Real emotions on your sleeve. Hell, it made for good TV, right? Finally the director called it good and you returned to your trailer to get ready for your next scene.
That's when you heard a knock at your trailer door. Assuming it was a staff member, you opened it without hesitation. Only you weren't met with a staff member but your costar. The costar you hated to be precise.
"Great scene, could really feel your emotions in that last one." He said smirking a you, like this was all a game to him.
"Yeah, you too." You sucked your teeth, begging for him to leave in your mind. His eyes caught onto your slightly open mouth.
Letting his gaze linger, he continued, "I know you don't like me."
"I mean it wasn't like I was trying to hide it." You leant against the doorframe, half in intimidation and half in trying to keep him outside.
"I love a challenge." A little smile played on his lips, drawing in your gaze now.
He leans in, lips almost brushing your ear, "Sure you don't just want to fuck me, sweetheart?" Pulling back, he laughs when he sees the look on your face. Shock, with the hint of a blush.
"I don't-"
He cuts you off, "I saw the look in your eyes. It isn't just hatred, there's something else there. Like you want to conquer me."
You can't hear anything anymore over your quickening heartbeat and the sound of blood rushing to your head. He opens his mouth to speak again but you cut him off by smashing your lips onto his.
He was a bit right, the arguing earlier did turn you on and since he was hear, asking for it, you might as well take his offer.
You grab the front of his shirt and pull him up the stairs of your trailer. When he is finally inside you close the door with your foot, all without disconnecting your lips. Pushing him onto the couch, you straddle him. His hands find purchase on your hips, guiding you down onto his hardening length. You fail to stop the moan from bubbling in your throat.
"See baby, you want me." He says against your lips.
"Shut up." You bite back, grabbing his hair to pull his lips back onto yours. He takes the chance to flip the two of you over, now hovering above you.
"I don't have much time before my next scene." He warns.
"Don't care, just need you in me." He lets a laugh out at your words, bringing his lips to your once again, this time forcing his tongue inside your mouth.
The two of you fight for dominance for a minute, before you get distracted by his hand wandering down your body to between your legs. His teeth bite into your bottom lip before, sliding his hand up the hem of your dress. Tentatively, he feels the wetness of your panties, confirming that you really were ready for him.
He lets out another laugh, "The yelling get you turned on, baby?" You ignore the question, pushing his chest off you. He takes your hint and sits on the couch once again. This time before you get on top of him, you unbuckle belt and undo his jeans.
Reaching inside his jeans you feel his hardness, pulling it out to let it stand at full attention. You give it a look of approval before straddling Pedro's hips. You drag your wet core against his hardened member, teasing him a bit. He lets out a groan.
When you are satisfied with the teasing, you give him one last peck before pulling your panties aside and sinking down onto his length. Both of you moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside of you.
You start a steady pace, lifting your hips, before sinking down once again. His hands are on your hips guiding you down faster, leaned back so he can get a good look at your fucked out face.
The hands on your hips pull you down harder, trying to quicken your pace. Each time he bottoms out he pulls you down extra hard, it hits deeper than anyone ever has.
After a bit more of this, he seems to get bored of the pace, needing to fuck you harder. So he flips the two of you other so you are now on your back. He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and begins to fuck into your fast and hard.
You can tell he's chasing his orgasm and you are starting to get close too. You let your hand make it way to your clit, trying to get to that high on your own. He swats it away with the hand that isn't holding your leg up.
"If you wanted help to cum you should've just asked, sugar." He says before placing his own thumb onto you clit, working slow circles into it.
"Is that what you want? Want me to make you cum?"
"Yes." You breath out in a whisper.
"As you command." Now he works his thumb faster, rubbing you into orgasm. When the waves finally crash over you, you see white from the intensity. You clench onto his cock, causing him to thrust into you even harder.
He now chases his orgasm, his hips stutter as he reaches the first feelings. Beginning to pull out, you stop him by wrapping your free leg around his hips, pulling him back into you.
"You can't get cum on my costume. I'm safe, its fine."
He doesn't have time to argue, as his orgasm overtakes him. Hips move in and out of you again, milking his sperm into you.
After a second, he catches his breath and pulls out of you. He stands up, fixing his jeans and buckling his belt back up. He notices a wet spot on them, scoffing.
"All that talk about ruining your costume."
You smirk, "At least you didn't ruin your underwear." Now noticing the mixture of your releases that is soaking them.
He leans down, taking a lick of your covered mound. You blink at him in shock and he moves to the door to leave.
"So is that it then? The little secret of Mr. Pedro Pascal?"
"That I like to fuck?" You nod at his question.
"Sure, if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine." He gives one last look at your spent body before leaving the trailer.
Next Day ->
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mY dEAR O.R.C.A,
hi, orca! it’s been a while since i’ve visited alterna. i’ve been pretty busy with life stuff...turf practice, school, things like that, y'know? ever since i saved the world, life just hasn't felt the same for me after that. 0_0 i mean... i saved the world! what could possibly top that? haha
so...anyways, how are you? i figured you must be sorta lonely down in alterna...i'm not sure if i'm gonna be able to see your response or if you'll even get this, but i just thought it'd be nice to talk to you.
i miss you,
3
mY dEAR O.R.C.A,
hello again!! still unsure if these are going through, but that's okay. i like to think you can see these. i was wondering, have you ever seen the surface? probably, because there's pictures of the big crater thing in your alterna logs.
do you miss the surface? are you even able to leave? you're a computer, so like, could you just...jump to another computer on the surface? i think that would be awesome if you could, there's all sorts of things here in splatsville you can record! i assume you've just been recording the same things over and over again, and it sounds like it can get boring down there. i would love to show you what life on the surface looks like now!
i miss you,
3
mY dEAR O.R.C.A,
i'm alive!! sorry it's been a while since i've written (typed?) to you. i hope you didn't think i just abandoned you! i got caught up in a lot of stuff. oh! that means i haven't told you that i finally reached evp for my salmon run job!
speaking of salmon run, what'd you think of mr grizz? were you happy to see that at least one mammal survived..? did he ever even acknowledge you? do you think he's still out there, floating around in space? gosh, he must be so lonely...
i miss you,
3
P.S., little buddy already knows about my job. he doesn't really mind, for some reason..??
mY dEAR O.R.C.A,
do you know about the judds? i mentioned i still work a salmon run job last message, but you were probably confused about how it was still going when mr grizz is gone. well... turns out, li'l judd is running the whole thing now! i don't know why, but it's pretty funny to imagine such a little animal runs grizzco now. or would it be called juddco? li'l juddco?
oh yeah, the judds are also mammals! they're called "cats," and i was wondering if you know what cats are? did anyone have cats in alterna?
i miss you,
3
mY dEAR O.R.C.A,
did you ever have a best friend? was it the person that made you? i don't really know a lot about humans besides from what i've learned in school, but it surprises me they can be such compassionate creatures sometimes. not to be cheesy, buuut if they were able to be nice to animals, i don't know why they couldn't use that kindness to not fight each other all the time. haha, that's a little ironic coming from me, actually. considering i like to play turf and ranked. but those are real sports played for fun, so, nevermind! LOL
i miss you,
3
mY dEAR O.R.C.A,
do you like the music in alterna? you probably hear it a lot, huh. do you ever get tired of it? i could listen to it 24/7... did the humans purposefully make some of the entrance terminal music have bird noises? to remind them of the surface? whatever the reason, i think it sounds beautiful.
i miss you,
3
P.S., what's the song called, anyway?
#yeah i like orca yeah i write things but i rarely ever share them Lol.#my writing#o.r.c.a.#new agent 3#neo 3#splatoon
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If I lose my mind | Ch. 9
Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really.
Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports?
Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader
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Word Count: 2.7k
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You recognize his laugh now. Not the one recorded by the nosy photographers or the overstepping interviewers, but the real one. The way he leans his head to the side and his eyes turn into beautiful crescent moons. Those low chuckles as well, so carefree and sweet, resounding in your head and bringing you back to the hundreds of videos saved in your camera roll, the ones you have been watching for nights on end since you found that phone.
It is difficult to decipher if the goosebumps raising in your skin come from the happiness the mere sound induces inside you, or the fear of realizing how deep you have been dragged into this nightmare.
After landing in Belgium, Daniel’s first instinct had been to send you a message, an invite out for dinner which he admitted was long overdue. Two months had already gone by since you fainted in Austria —or better said, the day you woke up surrounded by a whole Formula 1 team in an unknow place—, two months since he fought with Nick in the middle of the track and promised to ‘talk later’. Two months.
Safe to say you were surprised enough to ignore the hundreds of messages higher on the chat. It’s better to take in this kind of news one by one.
“My friend said the steak tartare was amazing, you should have a look at it” Daniel offers when you lower your eyes to the menu, skimming over the dishes as if that could help you ignore the tingling on your stomach
Pursing your lips, you finally focus your gaze on the words written before you. “I don’t know if…” you begin to show your doubts about the raw dish, trying to locate it on the menu among the rest of unrecognizable food names.
Daniel can see the exact second you find it.
“Don’t you dare look at the price,” the driver threatens when your eyes widen at the quantity, eyebrows furrowed as you wonder if the meat is wrapped in gold or something “You’re not paying again, I’m telling you!”
“What do you mean again?” you ask through a chuckle, scanning the rest of the menu for a more reasonable option. After all, it is always Daniel who passes you gummies and other unhealthy treats under Nick’s nose when you are on the track, and not the other way around. It would have been impossible anyway, it’s only recently that you have acquired some form of payment.
Daniel calls for the waiter after a shake of his head, a smirk falling of his lips “Yeah, sure, I’ll let you play dumb now... gave them my card already, so no use in sneaking to the bathroom and paying behind my back”
To be fair, although you doubt you could have invited Daniel to more than a sip of coffee in the short time you’ve know him —you absolutely do not have the kind of money needed to invite a Formula One driver out, that’s become obvious, those kinds of antics do ring a bell or two.
After all, you may have picked them up from the best at that type of tricks: your father.
On your time away from home, you have found yourself holding onto the little pieces of your family which have so easily become a part of your personality over the years. Your father’s silent gestures of love, your mother’s caring nature, and honestly, being unable to talk to them had taken a toll on you. Probably, that is why you had melt into a poodle of tears when you heard your dad’s voice on the phone.
“¿A ti te parece normal estar dos meses sin llamar a tus padres? (Does it seem normal to you to go two months without calling your parents?) "
Even hearing his scoldings felt like the most precious moment of your life.
Charles had come crashing into the room as soon as he heard your cries, kneeling beside you on the floor thinking you might have hurt yourself with how fast you had run away to your room. His concerned look rapidly turning into one of confusion when you firmly held his hand and whispered between sobs “It’s my dad!”
The discovery of this new device had not only opened a channel of communication with your family, which had both been a blessing and a curse, but also brough an infinity of unanswered questions. Although the first few minutes of your conversation had been centered around your mother’s question about your wellbeing and if you had been eating well, it had not taken long until that precious moment was broken. After checking that you had been doing alright and apologizing for not talking to them, your father could not hold it any longer and started gushing about the amazing few races you had had before the break.
A reality check so sudden that it takes your breath away.
Their happiness and eagerness to congratulate you on the highest place of your career, managed to sober you up completely. You heart sinking with every compliment they threw at you, their desire to see you climb up in the sport, to see you win one day. “It will come” your mother says, as if any of this was real. As if they were real.
When you finally found your voice again, you had cut the conversation short with promises to call them soon —even if the mere thought of it made you nauseous.
This encounter only renewed your desire to break free from what had become you own personal prison, and that device was a new key for your escape. While the phone you had been carrying since the start of this journey only had a couple numbers from the team members saved on it, this one was filled to the brim with messages, photos,... a whole life encased in such a small object. Your life?
And somehow a main character in a large part of them was the man in front of you.
“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” Daniel queries with a half-smile, having clearly caught the way your eyes followed the delicious looking cake as the waiter placed it on the table
The colors rise to your cheeks in shyness, looking to the side while you jokingly sigh “Daniel, I won’t fit in the car if I keep eating...”
“You’ll drive mine then” he quickly resolves, taking a huge piece of the treat and offering the spoon to you. Honestly, you had swapped the list of amazingly sounding desserts for a simple tea because you felt too full to even think of eating anything else, but a spoonful of cake can’t hurt, right? “Have to wear the McLaren suit though”
Although you do it unconsciously, the look you give Daniel over the mouthful of cake, tells him everything he needs to know regarding your opinion on the bright orange race suit. The driver lets out a loud laugh, putting on his disbelieving facade as if that hadn’t been his intention in the first place.
“So nice hearing you criticize my team’s color, really, I don’t know why we stopped having lunch together. Yeah, not a clue...” Daniel scoffs, digging into his plate to drown his fabricated sorrows. So dramatic.
“I didn���t even talk!” you quip back to his amusement, just now having managed to get through the enormous bite of cake. Daniel only response is a disapproving shake of his head, and you let him have this one as you stir your tea. You are more interested in the second part of his grumbles “Why did we stop though?”
“Don’t know... I guess with the whole start of the season, new team and everything” Daniel relays with a frown, gesturing to the air as if to explain that life had gotten in between what seemed to be a tradition the two of you had. “And also, that fucking diet...” the driver snickers with a roll of his eyes, having thrown that last jab as joke to lighten up the mood after such serious turn of the conversation.
However, a soon as your eyes meet, he knows it’s been a misstep —even if it is just a coincidence that what he thinks is your how dare you say that? look is more of a what diet are you talking about? Look.
“Sorry, ‘shouldn't have said that” Daniel apologizes straight away, leaning back into his seat with a sigh and the last piece of the cake. The time it takes him to munch on the treat is enough for him to debate whether or not he should make his opinion on such an important cmatter. Finally, he opts for a more conservative approach “It’s just... you already know what I think about it. Nick too”
The mention of your Formula One trainer’s name makes all the alarms go off in your head, more so when the last time you saw them together, they were having a pretty heated conversation in the middle of a Grand Prix “Is that why you fought with Nick?”
You try to appear outwardly calm about the situation, swirling what’s left of your tea as if your hands weren’t trembling in anticipation. This is it, at last, some real information. Not some meaningless clues which do nothing but mess with your poorly constructed theories.
Your grandmother’s necklace burns against your chest, the feeling grounding you against all the thoughts brimming on your head. After all, the piece of jewelry is still the only fragment of an ever-distant reality, one you have kept safe and close to your heart ever since you found. You rest your hand over the pendant, sensing the heat even through the fabric of your blouse, as you wait for the response.
He brushes a hand over his curls, looking everywhere but at you. “Yeah, kind of... I mean,” he accepts, clicking his tongue and taking in a big breath, as if he couldn’t bring himself to say it plain and clear. Daniel takes a second to reorganize his thoughts, straightening up in his chair and leaning his arms over the table in deep thought. However, when you think he’s managed to make up his mind and talk, the only words that come out his lips are “Look, we shouldn't talk about this now”
A frown instantly forms on your expression at the premise, jaw set as you prepare yourself to most likely yell at Daniel everything that’s been on your mind thorough your time trapped here —whatever here means. You were finally going to clear one of the millions of unknowns surrounding this dream or whatever this is, and the man has the audacity to want to leave this incredibly important conversation for later. Oh, hell no.
“No, listen” Daniel tries to settle your worries, having perfectly recognized the signs of what was about to come for him, from the slight closing of you hand over the table to the uncredulous grin lightly lifting the side of your lips “We’ll talk in the ride back to the track. C’mon, I’ll drive you”
The soft sound of the radio fills the silence on the way out of the parking, a ballad which does absolutely not fit the speed at what your mind is running. Daniel can probably feel the weight of your stare, trying to let him have some space since it seems to be a sensitive topic for him, but so eager to learn what transpired between the two of them.
The driver decides to preface his explanation with a “Don't get mad at me, okay?”, a strained smile pulling at his lips. For starters, that sentence does sound familiar. “I know I should stay out of it, and I think... well, no, I know! I know you’ve been really stressed out lately, that everything’s different now and all of that. I mean, they won't shut up about the fucking ‘second year in F1’ or whatever”
Daniel tries to check your reaction out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts, although disorganized, always careful of your feelings. Yet, you can only regard him with a confused look.
“What I’m trying to say is... I think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard” the driver lets out, the words flowing out of him like they have been weighting him for too long. His urge to explain his intentions straight away, showing how much of a push back he was expecting from your part "Again, I’m not trying to start an argument, I’m just worried about you! I’ve seen you training, seen that diet... this is not good for you”
You’ve kept your eyes in the road in front thorough the conversation, taking in how concerned he has been about you. You had never seen this side of Daniel, he has always seen friendly and eager to help whenever you needed, but nothing had ever seen this deep. Still, you don’t understand what any of this has to do with his fight with Nick.
“I understand that...” you acknowledge his worries, making a mental note to check everything he said later. In the time you had spent following this professional motorsport driver schedule, none of it had seemed as harsh to you as he had mentioned. Maybe something changed? Why though? “So, Nick and you talked about that? Is that it?”
“Well, yes, Nick and I kind of had a... disagreement, yeah, we can call it that. About this new training plan you had going on. We had already talked about it like, back in Canada, and obviously nothing came out of it. But after Austria...” Daniel lets a second go while he enters the road, a harder grip on the steering wheel than needed. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked about it at all, I don’t know if you and Nick did?”
You almost want to laugh at the supposition, your trainer had shut down any attempts of talking about it the day after the incident, so you had eventually given up “No, nothing”
“I didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it but... We got really scared that day. I went to celebrate your qualy and, suddenly, you started panicking and freaking out! I didn’t know what to do, and then you fell unconscious. Do you remember any of it?” the driver wonders, his voice showcasing the whirlwind of emotions he went through despite the fact that he might be giving you a diluted version of what went down. You can only nod at him, the memories fresh on your mind “When they took you to the hospital, I thought, they for sure won’t let her race tomorrow, right? And then I see you on the track, all dressed up again, I couldn’t believe it...”
“Didn’t Nick say he sent you a text?” you try to fill in, fingers fiddling with your own phone. Two months might have passed, but the images of that day keep replaying in your mind every single night.
Daniel clicks his tongue in disbelief, eyes still focused on the road “Yes, he sent me two fucking lines saying the doctor discharged you, that you were fine and that’s literally it. You can take my phone and see it for yourself! I kept blowing up his phone but that’s the only thing he would say: exhaustion, she’s alright”
That would explain the way Daniel approached you in Austria, how furious he had been with Nick after the secrecy with which the incident had been treated. The first thing he asked you that day was if you were alright, after the pre-race activities had finished and as away from the public as he could knowing you were in the middle of a Grand Prix. That is why he pounced at Nick when he mentioned the exhaustion diagnosis, fed up with the discourse. The distrust he had in your trainer’s statement clear in his words.
Yet another thread to be pulled.
Author's note: Hey, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It's been a while! My masters is clearly kicking my ass and I didn't have a single second to write, but here it is. Thank you all so much for reading, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated!
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┈ ✧.* 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒
╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary﹕you meet luffy's older brother, ace, during breakfast with your crew. and, after an unfortunate day of classes, you and nami go for a night out on the town, meeting a strange older woman.
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┈ ✧.* chapter iii﹕a barside discussion
“Ace!” Luffy shrieked, running across the cafeteria to tackle his older brother.
“Now’s your chance, Nami,” you whispered to the ginger.
A grin spread across her face as she turned to you, wagging a chastising finger.
“First rule of snagging a sugar daddy, my dear,” she jokingly scolded, “is making them come to you. I’ll let Luffy drag him over here, then I’ll pounce.”
“You’re one scary chick,” Zoro commented, mouth stuffed with rice.
“Is that any way to talk to a woman?!” Sanji snarled, slamming his fists down on the table.
“Thank you, Sanji,” Nami huffed, “and I prefer ‘opportunistic,’ for your information!”
You tuned out their tiny scuffle and instead began paying attention to the real fight in front of you, if you could even call it a fight.
Luffy was currently laying on the floor, having been thrown to the ground by his older brother, who was currently yelling at him, after his attempted bear hug. Maybe that’s how they showed affection in their family? The price of their medical bills during childhood might be the real terror in this situation, however.
Nami’s plan for Luffy bringing Ace over was almost correct, being that Ace was the one dragging Luffy over, having him draped over his shoulder.
“Well, well, these must be your friends, aye Luf?” he said, shaking Luffy by his ankle and throwing him to the ground
“Yep!” Luffy yelled, easily shaking off the sudden drop. “That’s Zoro, and that’s Sanji, and that’s Us—”
“And I’m Nami!” Nami interjected, stretching her hand out to shake. “I heard you’re quite the hockey player for Grand Line! Got any sponsorships lined up? Any brand deals?”
“Huh? I mean, yeah, occasionally. I usually blow it all in a week, though, so I’m kinda skint right now,” Ace said sheepishly.
Immediately Nami’s shoulders drooped as her expression fell flat, sinking back into her seat.
“So much for that,” she muttered, resting her chin on her hand, a scowl on her face.
You saw Vivi gingerly patting her back in an attempt to console her, though you weren’t sure she really understood why Nami was upset.
“And who’s this cutie?” Ace asked, clearly with flirtatious intentions in mind.
Interested in what might transpire, you looked up, only to see him looking straight at you.
“Oh, uh, I’m ____,” you stammered, trying to maintain eye contact.
“Ace,” he smirked, “though you probably already knew that.”
“Yeah, Luffy mentioned you in conversation already.”
“He mentioned me, huh? How much do ya know?” he questioned, raising a playful eyebrow.
“Just that you play hockey here and your major, I think,” you answered honestly, trying to recollect your prior conversations with Luffy.
“Sweet! I can still be the mysterious bad boy,” he celebrated aloud before turning back to you. “Well, ya got any interest in hockey? Thinkin’ about watching me play?”
“I don’t know much about hockey…” you admitted, hoping it wouldn’t hurt his feelings.
Ace let out a barking laugh at that, surprising those at the table.
“All the more reason to come!” he said, grabbing a pen from his bag and scratching something down on a napkin.
“Here,” he offered the napkin to you, “if you have any questions, feel free to text me. Our next game is a week from now. I hope to see you then!”
“Hey!” Luffy pouted, poking Ace’s shoulder. “____ was my friend first!”
“Sorry, Luf!” Ace ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “Ya gotta call dibs on that kind of stuff, ya know?”
Luffy just gave him a puzzled look in response, clearly not gaining the meaning of Ace’s words.
“It was nice meeting you all,” Ace smiled, “you guys are all more than welcome to come to my game, but I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for you,” he said, giving you a wink.
“And now I’m off! See ya, Luf!”
Ace shoved a wet finger into Luffy’s ear, earning a shriek from his little brother as he sprinted away from your table, burning rubber with each step.
A moment of silence washed over your table, except for Luffy who was still upset over being wet-willied. Vivi was the first to break it, raising her hand as if to ask a question.
“Are all siblings like this?” she asked, genuine befuddlement crossing her face.
“Nope,” a unanimous decision by the group, it seemed.
Luffy climbed back up to the table, slouching in his spot and looking right up at you.
“Don’t be friends with him, ____!” Luffy demanded. “He doesn’t brush his teeth!”
“Is that the best insult you could come up with?” Usopp questioned.
“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re worried about, Luffy,” you reassured, “the smooth words from a jock won’t win me over that easily.”
Luffy seemed to feel a bit better after your words, a smile slowly rising from his prior frown.
Ace’s words might have enchanted any poor college student looking for a whirlwind romance, but you were aware this wasn’t a chick flick. Although he did seem nice, and you didn’t doubt that his offer was somewhat genuine, you knew he probably just wanted to get in your pants. But you had tests to study for and labs to complete, you couldn’t be bothered with that part of college. At least not yet.
“We should probably get going,” Sanji sighed, standing up from his seat, “we all have classes, right?”
Nami groaned, “Don’t remind me, I already wanna go back to bed.”
“Shit, you’re right, Sanji,” you jumped out of your seat, throwing your bag over your shoulder, “mine starts in ten minutes…”
“Get your ass going, then,” Zoro mumbled, grabbing his bowl of rice.
“Alright, I’ll see you guys later, wish me luck!”
“Bye, ____!” Luffy waved excitedly.
You waved back at all of them, sprinting out to the building in which your next class was held. It was your chemistry lab, a rather dreaded topic. You weren’t sure what struck more fear into your heart, the fact it was for chemistry or that fact that it was a lab. Either way, you weren’t looking forward to this class.
It only took five minutes for you to arrive, giving you some time to look around at the lab. It wasn’t remarkable, definitely a step up from high school ‘labs,’ but no award winning experiments would be taking place here. Just enough for some college students to learn about chemical properties and processes.
Your classmates seemed rather unexceptional as well, but that might just be because you’ve been hanging around your strange friends so much. You’ve grown fond of that strangeness, and seeing the people around you act so normal felt dull in comparison. But that wasn’t their fault, you supposed.
There was one person that stood out to you, however. He looked older than the students here, maybe two or three years older than you? He had a leopard thing going on, with spots on his pants and weird hat. Judging by the lab coat he wore over his jacket, he definitely wasn’t a student for this class. Or maybe he was, and was just a total tryhard. But who were you to judge?
“Good morning, everyone,” the professor spoke, moving to stand directly in front of the class. “I’ll be your lab instructor for this semester. Today you’ll be calculating the density of…”
You quickly tuned your professor out, already knowing what the lab was about. Wasn’t that the purpose of the lab manual? If you read that, you’d probably be fine, right?
“You will have a lab assistant for this semester,” he gestured to Mr. Leopard Print, encouraging him to speak.
The man raised an acknowledging hand, “My name is Law, I’m a biochemistry major and junior here at Grand Line.”
Well, that explained the bags under his eyes. Would that be you in two years?
“Feel free to ask him or myself any questions while working on this lab,” he instructed.
And with that, you got to work. It wasn’t hard, you were basically just running back and forth between the scale and your station, writing down numbers and prepping for the next step.
You were, however, having a hard remembering how to read a graduated cylinder. Obviously you were reading from the meniscus, but were you rounding to one decimal place or two? You weren’t listening to the professor’s instructions, but you doubted that they mentioned it during their short lecture. Besides, it wasn’t a difficult question, or at least you didn’t think it was. Asking for help couldn’t hurt.
“Um, excuse me, Law?” you asked politely, turning to the lab assistant.
He glanced and moved towards you, giving your station a quick once-over.
“Sorry, but am I supposed to round to the first or second decimal place? I know it has the tenths place on it, but do I round to that or—”
“Two decimal places for the graduated cylinder,” he quickly responded, crouching down next to you to read your graduated cylinder. “Around 65.14 mL, I would say.”
“Oh, thanks,” you said, watching him stand back up.
Jeez, he really was tall, huh?
You marked the number down on your worksheet, continuing on with your lab. It wasn’t hard work by any means, but given a two hour time constraint you figured you could take your time. You’d rather be the last one done than have bad data, knowing how it would screw you over during calculations.
And the last person you were, rinsing off your lab equipment as the second-to-last student exited the lab, leaving you alone with your professor and lab assistant.
“I’ll have to go compile the class data, but you’re free to leave, Law.” The professor stood, grabbing his clipboard and walking into an adjacent room.
Law nodded, tugging off his lab coat and slinging his bag over his shoulder, turning to you.
“You done?” Law gruffly gestured to your station, only clean beakers resting on top.
“Yeah, I just have to put these away. If you need to leave, you can, don’t worry about me.”
In response, Law dangled a pair of keys in front of you before crossing his arms.
“Sorry, gotta lock the lab up before I go,” he grunted, cracking his neck, “maybe you’ll keep this in mind for next lab.”
You flushed, embarrassed for wasting his time, hurriedly packing away your notebook and stuffing the glassware inside the drawer.
“Sorry,” you muttered, grabbing your bag and quickly leaving the lab—and Law—behind.
Your next classes were uneventful, and even more boring than your lab. Nobody to catch your eye, only people to compare answers with. Why couldn’t Luffy or Nami switch their majors? You didn’t even have a single class with Chopper, which made sense considering his premed goals, but shouldn’t your classes have collided at least once?
After finishing up your homework, you decided to shoot a text to Nami, knowing that Vivi was probably video-chatting with her dad right now. There was no way you were going to end your night on such a boring note, especially not after being totally embarrassed at your lab. And so, your fingers tapped on Nami’s name in your phone.
| You: hey nam, u free rn?
| Read 7:38 PM
| Nami: yea just got done w class! ♡
| Nami: need somethin sweetie? ;)
You chuckled at her seemingly flirtatious texts, sending another one her way.
| You: been feeling a little lonely without you baby ;(
| You: wanna hang?
| Nami: name a time and a place and i’ll be there bay bee!
| You: heard about a place called shakky’s rip-off bar?
| Nami: only if you pay!! ♡♡♡
| You: anything for u bbg
| Nami: meet u there asap!
And with that you tucked your phone away and made your way downtown to Shakky’s Rip-Off Bar.
The bar itself wasn’t anything special, judging from pictures you’d seen online. It was pretty simplistic, no side-rooms or flashy decorations, just a bar in the middle and some cushioned chairs and couches on the side. This wasn’t bad by any means, in fact, it made it the ideal area for a college hangout.
After a short walk downtown you reached Sabaody Street, walking down the sidewalk to get to the bar. Sabaody Street would best be considered a tourist attraction, at least if Red Line received any tourism. It had plenty of overpriced eateries, cafés to small restaurants between each business, which were also extremely overpriced for their services. It made Shakky’s Bar seem out of place, but you hadn’t seen its prices yet, not able to find them online. You could only cross your fingers and pray—
“Hey, babe!” a voice whistled. “Come over here and I’ll show you a good time!”
You immediately stopped in your tracks, throwing a sneer at your catcaller. Behind you, parked in front of a bar, was a gang of bikers. They looked a little older than you, varying from your age to at least four years older.
“A good time?” you scoffed, gesturing at his leather getup. “I don’t need drinks from some gimp who can’t find his dommy mommy.”
His expression faltered to shock, clearly not having thought you would snap back as quick as you did.
Before he could respond, you turned and walked away, catching a glimpse of fiery red hair exiting the bar before you stomped down the street and towards Shakky’s.
“Piece of shit,” you grumbled, shoving open the door to the bar, night ruined before you could even try to salvage it.
You glanced around the bar, spotting Nami sitting up at the bar, ordering from the bartender.
“You got here quick, Nam,” you greeted with a sigh, slinking down beside her.
The ginger faced you, instantly sensing your sour mood.
“Somethin’ happen, ____?” Nami pried.
You frowned, placing your hand on your chin and looking up at the bartender, “Could I get a water, please?”
The bartender nodded, filling you up a glass before stepping away briefly to polish some glasses.
“Just met a catcaller on my way here,” you admitted, taking a sip.
Nami’s face contorted to surprise for only a second before morphing to one of pure rage, standing up from the bar stool.
“Where at?! Are they close? I’ll make sure to turn their face inside out!” she barked, clenching the edge of the bar.
You quickly placed a hand on Nami’s back, ushering her back to her seat.
“Calm down, Nami,” you coaxed, “I gave him a piece of my mind already, I’d rather not watch my friend take on a gaggle of bikers…”
Nami slumped back into her chair, taking a swig of her mimosa.
“Well, I for one think I could take them out,” she pouted.
“And I would be careful with that attitude of yours,” the bartender interrupted. “You never know who you’re picking a fight with, and with the amount of gangs stumbling around in this city, your odds of pissing off the wrong people are pretty high.”
The two of you stared at the older woman, slightly surprised by her unorthodox wisdom.
“...Are you, like, a gang member?” you whispered, earning a dirty look from Nami.
“She wouldn’t tell us if she was,” Nami chided, “and besides, I’ve been involved in gang activity already, I don’t need a speech about it.”
The bartender laughed softly, setting her glass and cloth down next to her.
“No, I suppose I wouldn’t,” she confessed, “but as a bartender I do know a little more than even the average grunt. Let’s just say that liquor loosens lips, yeah?”
You and Nami nodded slowly at her words.
“Name’s Shakky; I’m the owner of this here bar. Now, I know you young college kids can be impressionable, and with these gangs,” she lit up a cigarette, “only bad things can come about. Stick to your studies, and keep out of these silly squabbles.”
Nami's eyes shined, “Oh yeah? And what have you learned about these gangs, Ms. Shakky? Any rich ones?”
“Mrs. Shakky,” she corrected. “And they all make a substantial amount of money, from what I’ve been told.”
You listened to Nami and Shakky discuss the earnings of gangs, the former clearly looking for an easy cash cow. But you had your own questions.
“Are any of them affiliated with Grand Line?” you asked, fiddling with your glass.
Shakky went quiet for a second before answering, “Yes and no. I wouldn’t say one gang is solely within Grand Line University, but some members may happen to be enrolled. Whitebeard’s gang, for example, is assembled of many different individuals from all walks of life,” she took a drag of her cigarette, “whereas Mama’s gang are all from the same circle, so to speak.”
“Like, from the same neighborhood?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” Shakky nodded, “but it would be more accurate to say that they’re from the same womb.”
“So they’re literally a family?”
“Literally a family.”
“Where do they attend school?” You paused. “If they attend school, I guess.”
Shakky put out her cigarette, “The more esteemed members of Mama’s gang attend the Mary Geoiose Institute, but some choose a more active life in the gang.”
“I really can’t believe you’re just a bartender,” Nami interrupted.
“We all have a past, don’t we?”
“Alright, alright,” Nami put her hands up jokingly, “we’ll take the tab now,”
“It’s on the house,” Shakky smiled, grabbing your glasses. “You gave me time to reminisce, and I consider that payment enough.”
“Sweet!” Nami cheered, grabbing her purse.
“Thanks so much, Shakky.” You passed a twenty dollar bill across the counter, only for Shakky to pass it back.
“Keep it, sweetheart, I doubt college is cheap,” she set the glasses in a sink, “just make sure to come by again, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, giving her a little wave before leaving.
You and Nami exited the bar, walking back down Sabaody Street. Despite the late hour, the street was bustling, nightlife in full action. The two of you passed by the dreaded bar where the bikers once stood, except now only one knocked-over bike remained, joined by a blaring ambulance.
“Oh jeez, what happened there?” Nami asked, rubbing her shoulder in concern.
“For once in my life,” you sighed, “I don’t wanna know.”
“Well, then neither do I!” Nami announced, carefully taking your hand as you walked back to your shared dorm.
The two of you approached your dorm room, gently knocking on the door before slowly opening it.
“Vivi…?” you whispered, peeking into your shared dorm.
Laying on the bottom bunk of the bed, sprawled out in blissful sleep was Vivi. You turned to Nami and placed a finger over your lips, instructing her to be silent.
Sneaking in on your tiptoes, you and Nami quietly put on your pajamas, using the light of your phones to move around.
“Goodnight, Nami,” you mouthed, crawling into your bed.
“Night,” she smiled, giving you a tiny wave from the top of her bunk.
The moment your head hit your pillows, you went out like a light, drifting off to sleep without hesitation.
“That bitch,” the leather-wearing biker spat. “The next time I see her fuckin’ face, I’ll make sure she doesn’t say no.”
“What the hell are ya makin’ a ruckus for?” a booming voice entered.
Exiting the bar was a massive young man, flaming red hair crowning the top of his head, a pair of goggles keeping any stray hairs from escaping. Following behind him was a similarly huge man, long, fluffy blonde hair flowing behind him and reaching down to his lower back, plain t-shirt barely keeping his muscles contained.
“C-Captain Kidd!” The biker quickly stood at attention. “Y-you shoulda seen this chick, actin’ like she was hot shit! When I catch her sorry ass, I’m gonna—”
“Hot shit, huh? What’d she do, spit on your mom?” Kidd barked, approaching the man.
“W-well, no, she—”
“She turned down your ass, didn’t she?” Kidd took another step towards him. “And now here you are, cryin’ and pissin’ yourself over it.”
“I-I just—”
Without another word, Kidd swung his arm up and punched his man straight in the face, knocking him flat to the ground, unconscious.
“Let’s go, fuckers!” he shouted, swinging a leg over his bike.
“Should we call an ambulance or something, Kidd?” the blonde asked, walking over to his own neon blue bike.
“The hell? Do I look like a charity?” he snarled. “We’re gettin’ outta here. Come on, fuck faces!”
Kidd pulled down his goggles and started up his bike, rushing out of the parking lot, followed by his gang of bikers.
“Some broad thinkin’ she’s hot shit, huh?” Kidd laughed to himself, “can’t believe I missed out on the action…”
The blonde pulled up beside Kidd, “I can’t ride forever tonight, Kidd, and I know you can’t either. We have classes, remember?”
“Come on, Killer,” he rolled his eyes, “live a little, why don’t ya?”
“You’re the one paying for the classes. Why attend Grand Line if you’re not even gonna show up?”
Kidd bit his cheek and grumbled, “Fine, we can quit it,”
“Alright, motherfuckers!” Kidd roared. “Fuck off home now! Don’t let me see your asses tonight again!”
Immediately the gang dispersed, each taking their own road home. Only two members were left following Kidd, in addition to Killer.
“Glad you saw reason, Kidd,” Killer grunted.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kidd snarled, staring straight ahead at the road. “Don’t expect anything else from me. I’m not a fuckin’ charity.”
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idea: fem!reader finally getting to spend some time with some girls after being at nrc for a while, and she's spending time with them in a sleepover and out of jealousy the first years try to sneak in disguised as girls
Thank your the request! I'm sorry I'm taking so long on all of the request, my week's been crazy and I'm at loss for ideas.
Also this started out as a crackfic and then it turned into a romantic oneshot with different endings and I have no idea how that happened-
Anyways enjoy!
Girl's night(First Years X Reader)
Notes: Fem Reader, different endings for each of the first years, ft najma, my wife, crackfic.
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«This is a terrible idea, groaned Jack.
-It's an Ace idea, corrected Deuce.»
The first years were watching Najma and youbrush each other's hair through the Ramshackle windows. The first year's movie night had been canceled by Najma showing up unexpectedly . Since you had been living in an all boys school, you had jumped on the occasion to spend time with another girl. And so, you had organized a sleepover with Jamil's sister.
And now Ace had just suggested to dress up as girls to enter the sleepover.
«I mean, it wouldn't be hard, Epel already looks like a girl, he pleaded his case.
-I also have a fist that could very much end up in your face.»
So they all thought about it, over and over. It would be wrong, but they really wanted to join the sleepover, especially after they had been cheated out on movie night.
«Alright, Jack gave in. But if anything happens, you're to blame.
-Yeah yeah, sure.»
***
You opened your front door with Najma by your side. Someone had been knocking on it for about five minutes. What you didn't expect to see, though, was your friends in atrociously pink dresses and loads of makeup. You heard Najma snicker quietly.
By shooting glares at him, you had a silent conversation with Ace:
«What are you doing here?! And wearing that!
-We're having our movie night!
-How stubborn are you exactly?
-Just roll with it!»
Ace was already regretting his decision as you turned to Najma with a smile.
«Oh, I forgot to tell you, I invited some friends from Sage's town to join us. I hope you don't mind!
-Of course not! We could use some more... Girls around.»
.The boys followed you to the lounge, their dresses knocking over various objects on the way. You had put matresses all over the floor with colored blankets and snacks scattered around.
«Since this is a sleepover, you should be in pyjamas, you said smugly.
-We... Forgot them at home! Boomed Sebek.
-Do you want to use mine?
-Yes, Thanks the sevens.»
They were relievec they were going to be able to get out of the rose skirts. Most of your pyjamas normally wouldn't have fit some of them, but you liked oversized clothes so the taller ones like Jack or Sebek could borrow your hoodies. Finally, when you were all seated, Najma broke the ice.
«So... I don't think I know any of your names?»
They all looked at Ace with looks saying It's you who came up with the idea, deal with this.
«Well I'm, uh, Cecilia, he muttered. This is Doris(he gestured at Deuce) Jessica(Jack), Penelope(Epel) and Seraphina(Sebek).
-Those are interesting names.
-Our mother were a little special.
-Hm.»
Najma and you looked at each other, not even trying to hide your devilish smiles.
«How about we play truth or dare? you proposed.
-Excuse me what? they all shivered.
-Of course! Cheered Najma. It'll be fun!
-Sure...
-I'll start, then. Cecilia, truth or dare?
-Uh, truth?
-Do you like someone?»
Crap.
Ace did not plan this. He'll be sure to get you back.
«Yes, I do like someone.
-Ooh, who is it?
-Ah! You alredy used your question! It's my turn now! Who do you like?»
Classic Ace. You should've known it would come back for you. Oh well, your secret would've been out eventually.
«I like...
🎲Ace Trappola 🎲
...Ace Trappola.»
Wait what? You liked him? He's trying real hard to stay cool, but he's panicking alright. He can't lose face in front of everyone else. This is going to be a long night...
🎲🎲🎲
Late into the night, you felt someone shaking you up. You opened your eyes to see Ace.
«Psst, wake up, idiot.
-Hmm... What do you want?
-Is it true?
-Is it true what?
-That you like me dammit!
-Yeah, so what?
-Well you can't drop somehting as big as this and just sleep it away?
-What does it matter to you anyways? You're not into me.
-Who said that?»
Now, it was your turn to be shocked.
«You mean you like me back?
-Well duh.»
You both sat in silence in the dark lounge.
«So... Are we a thing now?
-Guess so.»
You brought your faces closer together, closing your eyes. Your lips touched and moved in sync. Suddenly, a loud snore made you jump. Your lips parted to look at a sleeping Deuce. Slightly giggling, hand in hand, you went back to sleep.
🍳Deuce Spade 🍳
...Deuce Spade.»
He nearly choked as you said the words. Jack pat his back in sympathy. You smiled akwardly, blushin, then started to shower Ace in overpersonal questions.
🍳🍳🍳
Deuce had the good sense not to talk about the matter directly, but all this overthinking finally made him hungry. Careful not to wake anyone(a.k.a. he tried to minimise the damage when he tripped on Epel and Sebek), he slipped into the kitchen.
It was a surprise, though, when he found you eating ice cream on the counter and directly out of the box. you both froze as you took conscience of the presence of the other.
You looked at him, then at your ice cream. You gestured at Deuce him with your spoon.
«Do you want some?
-... Okay.»
He took his place on the counter next to you after taking a spoon of his own in the drawer. The silence was akward, and he could not take it.
«Is it true you like me?
-Well yes, why else would I have said it?
-I-I don't know, becasue you wanted to say something to get out of the situation?
-Didn't think you could overthink like this.
-Hm...»
As he processed the confession, his mouth slowly opened. You stuffed a spoonful of ice cream in it.
«I love you, Deuce Spade. Now, do you like me too?
-Y-yes, yes I do.
-Then kiss me.
-Huh?»
You looked at him in the eyes, adorning a mischevious smile.
«Kiss me.»
🌵Jack Howl 🌵
...Jack Howl.»
He blinked slowly. He wasn't prepared for your answer.
He also wasn't emotionally ready to respond to it.
🌵🌵🌵
It had been actually a few days before you could get anything out of him. You were worried that because of your confession he wouldn't want to be friends anymore.
At one point, you couldn't take it anymore. You ah to know what he felt. You searched around for him ,and found him lifting weights on the sport's field.
«We need to talk, you announced.»
He let the weights down, sighing. He knew this would come.
«I-
-No, please, let me talk first, he interrupted you. I'm sorry for not talking to you in the last three days. I'm not good with the whole love things, so I needed to sort out my feelings first to not mess things up. I don't want to make excuses, I am aware I probably didn't handle the situation very well.»
You were taken aback by his words. Out of everything, you weren't prepared for this honest of an answer.
«Apology accepted, I guess. After thinking about it, what do you feel?
-I feel warm when I'm with you, and you always seem to brighten up my day. So, I like you back.»
You smiled.
«We could go on a date, then?
-Of course. Monstro Lounge, tomorrow at seven?
-Yeah, I'll be there.»
Akwardly, you said your goodbyes as you ahd nothing else to say. As you left, you felt his eyes linger on you, making your heart flutter.
🍎Epel Felmier 🍎
...Epel Felmier.»
Epel got up abruptly, making everyone look at him. With an unreadable face, he gripped your wrist and dragged you into the dining room. When he was sure he was out of earshot, he turned to you.
«You really like me?!
-Yes? Also you couldv'e been softer on the wrist.
-Ah, oh, sorry.»
He scratched the back of his head.
«But you like me for real?
-Yes. Please stop asking me and tell me how you feel about it! You didn't drag me here for nothing!
-Right, right. I like you too.
-Really?!
-Yes! Sevens!»
A silence ensued, only to be followed by both your laughters. It came and it wouldn't stop. The situation was so unbelievable for the two of you. From the lounge, you heard Ace's voice.
«Are you guys done? We're still waitng here, so stop your lovey-dovey stuff and come back so we can watch a movie!
-Wait-You heard all of that?!
-The walls are thin you know!»
You and Epel burst out laughing again.
⚡Sebek Zigvolt ⚡
...Sebek Zigvolt.
-WHAT?!»
His booming voice echoed across the room. Suddenly aware of it, he tried to cover it up.
«Ahem, my aoplogies. I just happen to know that man. And I must say, you have excellent taste.»
Why do you like him again?
«Anyhow, you are allowed to return to playing the game.»
Luckily, the rest of the night happened without further incidents.
⚡⚡⚡
The day after, you found him at your doorstep, flowers in hands.
«Ah! Greetings, Human. he said as you opened the door. Master Lilia told me it was custom to offer flowers to those we are courting, so I brought you this bouquet.
-You're courting me?
-Well of course! I like you and you like me, so it's obvious!
-You like me?
-I just said so, didn't I?»
You stood there, dumbfounded. You had no idea oh his feelings for you. He was either as clear as a book or as closed as a lid, no in between. It was hard to keep up.
«Are you listening to me?»
You were caught out of your stupor by him.
«Uh no, sorry, what were you saying again?
-I was inviting you on a date, another courting tradition.
-Well I would love to go.
-Perfect. Master Lilia also taught me a proper farewell includes a kiss on the back of the hand. May I?»
He presented hsi own hand to take yours. You let him, and with a pink tint on his cheeks, he kissed it.
«Goodbye, human. I await for your presence tonight.»
You stood on your tip-toes and applied your lips on his cheek.
«Looking forward to it.»
He lightly touched the area you kissed, astonished.
That's why you loved him.
***
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Have a good day/night!
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New Target 🎯 UNLOCKED
╰┈➤ Jax x Female!Reader
WARNING(s): Not Proofread
Headphones on.
They're on all right. But, this was odd.
"Sir...Why am I feeling a bit dizzy..? Is this part of the online interview with the client?"
Silence, just silence.
"S-Sir..?"
I couldn't move my head, my body, literally. Why was everything in the room blurry and getting doubled? The room was spinning, and the only thing I could focus on was the bright screen of the monitor placed in front of me.
The monitor looked old, dirty in fact. There was rust on the side and it was only visible due to the fact that it was white.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, thinking it was right to do so. Just so the dizziness would disappear.
But— Why was everything so... colorful all of a sudden?
I could hear voices behind me, but all I could think of was my colorful surroundings.
I felt lighter than usual.
"Caine, is this one of your NPCs? Or is this a new sucker?"
I hear someone spoke up, I turned around to notice all different kinds of...What are they..? Characters?
I stared in shock, unable to speak.
"Cause if it's a new character.. We're gonna have to redo this whole theme song!"
It says, somehow frustrated. "I'm not doing that again." Another one spoke.
"What the $%#!?"
Everyone turned their heads to me. Seriously, this is how it feels when all eyes are on you?!
I stood in pure silence, feeling a bit embarrassed. I shouldn't have spoken too soon.
"There's two of 'em?" The rabbit spoke again.
"There's two of me?" I ask, feeling weirded out. "He meant the two of you." A red head spoke, pointing at me and another character that dressed up as a jester.
I nod once before observing each one of them, this one is gonna be some weird day.
...
"No. I don't think I want a tour." I wave my hands in front of the teeth man.
"Come on, it'll be fun! You wouldn't be able to have an adventure if you're not aware of your surroundings—" He proceeds to convince.
"No thanks. I'd like to explore more...By myself?" I laugh awkwardly. If I were a "new human" in this place, I would not like to have a tour at all.
"Oh well." He shrugs, flying to the poor female jester and disappearing into thin air.
"Hi there new one, you feelin' okay?" The red head approached me, putting her soft doll hand on my shoulder.
"I feel funny. Are you sure this is real?" I look at her with desperation. I'm not insane but I'm desperate to find out the truth. What if the jester girl was right? What if this is a dream?
"Sorry, but it is. Oh, and don't try to pull out your body parts like that weirdo a while ago. Or you could, I see those headsets on ya." The purple rabbit spoke with a sly smirk.
I put my hands on my head, trying to find the headset but it wasn't on. "Haha! Just kiddin'! You really believed me?" He grins. I sigh in frustration, the red head arguing with the rabbit.
"Quit trying to play with her, Jax! Leave her alone, instead of welcoming her, you're making her want to leave more!" The doll argues meanwhile the purple rabbit just rolls his eyes.
"It's all right. I don't mind." I smile awkwardly. The red head faces me, offering her hand to shake.
"I'm Ragatha." She introduces herself. I smile, taking her hand. Before I could reply, the teeth man and jester girl came back.
I stare as the jester girl vomits. The rest of the characters staring as well. A bubble popped up and started licking the vomit..
Weird.
"Wait.. Wait! Was that an exit door I saw out there? Is that a way to leave?" The jester girl spoke up.
"What exit?" Jax spoke up, taking the other character's hand and using it as a back scratcher.
"If there was a way to leave, I'm pretty sure we all would've left by now." The hand gets out of Jax's grasp, starting to strangle him in the process.
"Yeah..What are you talking about?" The other character furrows her brows.
The teeth man starts talking about how the jester girl was just experiencing "Digital Hallucinations." While denying the fact, he still believes she is experiencing them.
He switches the topic by asking her name. She starts panicking not knowing her name..Not REMEMBERING her name.
Hold on, if she doesn't remember her name..It means..I don't remember mine as well.
"My name.." I mumble, earning a hum from beside me. "You forgot your name, too, didn't you?" Ragatha smiled softly. "I did." I admitted. No way, how coulf I forget my own name!
The teeth man suddenly makes a giant machine appear, helping out the jester girl pick out a new name. "What do you think of XDDCC?"
"I don't—" She gets caught off. "Right! Terrible! Let's try that again!" He let's the machine spin again.
"What do you think of Pomni?"
She agrees to the name awkwardly. Poor Pomni, she still looks so troubled. "Hey Caine, what about this one over here." Jax says with his arms crossed.
"Right! What about you? What do you want?" So..His name was Caine.
"Uhh, you can pi—"
"Okay! Let's pick again!"
I narrow my eyebrows, he cuts people off so easily!
"Oooh, candy! What do you think?" He floats closer to me. By closer, literally in front of my face.
"S-sure?" I forcefully smile. "Great!" He flies over to Pomni who was trying to walk away.
"Candy suits you!" Ragatha smiles. "Nah, she doesn't even look sweet." Jax clears his throat. "Gosh, and your name is Jax! You look like your name would be Sadism." I argue back.
"Ohoho, I can throw you away like candy wrapper. Don't fuel up the fire." Jax smirks as he raises his brow. "But I think I'm starting to want to ruin your days here. Or years." He shrugs.
"I'll make yours even worst."
"Oh look Zooble, new target unlocked. I got some competition." Jax nudges Zooble's side. "Great, so your $%!# wouldn't be around ours any longer." She replies, not wanting to be a part of the conversation.
"I'll be on your tail, Candy. If you don't mind." Jax crosses his arm, standing tall. "Oh, and I'll be on yours, you rabbit." I narrow my eyebrows. "That wasn't really an insult. I could throw you away like Candy wrapper." He argues.
"Oho, but you can get a taste of this sweet Candy first." I argue back. His face shifts to surprise before another demeanor. "Whatever you say, remember, Caine said to keep it child friendly."
"Whatever rabbit."
"All right, sour candy."
"Now good luck and have fun my little superstars!" Caine says, before disappearing into thin air.
Pomni stares at all of us in silence before speaking up.
"What did any of that mean?"
I look over at Ragatha, then Jax.
"I didn't listen."
The rabbit roles his eyes. "You're doing bad on your first day."
"And you're annoying me pretty much on my first day."
"Good to know."
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Y/N has plans for Jack and his friends at her sleepover and Jack’s game night 🎮 💅🏽
18+ Only - Adult Themes
See Part One: “Girls Night”
All your friends started arriving. Jack’s friends weren’t there yet. The bottles of wine, chocolates, and popcorn came out immediately with cheek to cheek kisses and squeals. Pizza was ordered and you made your famous dip. Jack tried to taste it and you slapped his hand. “Um nope! Get your finger out the dip Jack!” You said.
The event was well underway. The first bottles were popped and glasses of wine poured. Your friends arrived in their pyjamas, cute hairstyles like pig tails, and fuzzy slippers. All 8 of you took over the living room blasting music and dancing while you picked a scary movie.
Jack went into the smaller room to set up for his friends. He already had a headache from the constant chatter and OMGs every 2 seconds coming from the living room. He said you could have the living room to keep the peace but he wasn’t happy about it.
“Bro dafuq??” His friends complained as they filed in.
“I don’t know whether to be pissed they took over our space or really turned on right now.” Phil said bewildered
“Let’s just make the best of it bro, we’re all packed into this tiny fucking room like sardines.” Urban said making a space for himself between 2 other guys.
As the evening wore on the noise from the living room rivalled the video games with screams from the movie and lots of talking giving directions and advice to characters that were dumb enough to go into an abandoned house all alone. Suddenly it got quiet. Real quiet. Jack noticed but was glad for it and didn’t pay it much mind as he was winning playing himself in 2k.
“We need to prank those mfs” your friend Ashley said. I gotta get Urb back for stealing my sandwich the other day.”
“Yeah!!! Let’s make it a night they won’t forget!” Your friend Jennifer said who had dated Sunni, who saw her but made a beeline for the smaller guest room without saying hi.
“Ok ladies…I have a plan.” You said with an evil grin.
“Maya and Jennifer you distract, me and Ashley will execute.” You said as you dished out military style plans to your soldiers. You went to your bedroom to strip down and put your robe on. Maya knocked on the door to the spare room shushing all the other girls to stop giggling and take things seriously. Another girl was waiting to record everything that was about to happen. Ashley was on one side of the door with the eggs and another friend was on the other side with party string and another with flour. The party string and glitter filled balloons were left over from Jack’s birthday last year. More girls were busily blowing a few balloons up that should stick nicely to the eggs, and were waiting with pillows filled with feathers. Everyone was still when Maya knocked on the door.
“Dafuq do they want?” Jack said as he opened the door thinking it was you. “Maya? Whats up?” Jack asked innocently “Does Y/N need me for something?”
“Naw, um Jennifer would like to talk to Sunni.” Maya said with a straight face. Matter fact, we have a treat for all of you if you don’t mind taking a break from those big boring games.” Maya said shooting a flirty look at Phil who gulped hard as Maya was in pyjamas and bouncy pigtails.
Sunni was vehemently shaking his head and mouthing “NO Way!” To Jack who said “Sure, let’s take a break fellas, the girls got something for us.”
You were waiting in the wings and when they all started coming out of the room it was like ambushing squirrels in a barrel. You gave the nod and one by one as they came out they were mercilessly pelted with raw eggs and flour and got tangled up in party string. As they we’re trying to see through the flour caked to their faces you streaked naked right through the chaos to glitter balloons ceremoniously popping and them getting hit hard with pillows.
All off the guys were yelling in confusion and surprise, bumping into one another slipping on the flour, getting their hands all sticky to get eggs yolk out of their hair and eyes, and spitting feathers out of their mouths. There were feathers, glitter, flour, party string, and eggs EVERYWHERE. You in just your robe and your crew of assassins stood there pointing fingers and howling with laughter. It was the ultimate payback.
Jack just stood a complete mess in shock. He had truly underestimated you. A part of him was proud, but among part was pissed not at the mess but you flashing everyone. “Y/N!!!” He yelled “Imma fucking…Imma…Im bout to…” He couldn’t even speak
“Bout to what? You got glitter and eggs up your ass” you howled red in face from laughing so hard.
“Come Y/N give your man some love.” Jack said as he came for you arms open to make a huge mess of you when he caught you.
“No!!! Jack no!!” You squealed as you tried to run and succeed in locking yourself in the bedroom.
“Y/N open the fucking door!” Jack said laughing and banging on the door.
Meanwhile Sunni stood looking at Jenn as she held her sides doubled over in laughter. “You look good enough to eat.” She said
“That was top tier. Wanna give me a kiss?” He said a complete mess as he took a feather off his nose that just landed there.
“Yes I…I do.” Jen said seriously looking at him longingly “Sunni…what happened? You just ghosted me.” She said and moved closer to him.
“Jen I’m so sorry. You know how shy I am. I couldn’t believe a girl like you actually liked me, and I wasn’t sure if you were tryna get close because I roll with Jack.”
“Sunni I literally have had a crush on you since kindergarten. I was invisible to you all this time.” Jennifer said
“For real?!” Sunni exclaimed in disbelief
“Yeah, so wipe that crap off your face and kiss me.” Jennifer said leaning in and they touched lips with Sunni standing far away so as not to mess her up.
“Hey don’t fraternize with the enemy.” Urban said to them while to Phil’s delight his crush Maya was helping to clean him off.
“Ok listen up boys!!” Jack yelled over the chaos “They got us good. Ladies well done.” He said clapping and kicking up flour like dust. “Let’s clean this shit up and go for Indis on me.”
“Y/N baby I need to shower, we all do.” Jack said of him and his friends “open the door I promise I won’t chase you.”
“Ok…you sure?” You said cautiously
“On my mama.” Jack swore
You slowly cracked the door open and saw everything the girls threw at them stuck in his curls, and all over his face and clothes.
“You look amazing. I hear eggs are good for your hair.” You said lovingly. Jack was being such a good sport.
“Why don’t you come give daddy a big hug?” He said and tackled you to the bed before you could run away.
“Jack!!! Fuck off!!” You said laughing now covered in the same mess.
“Oh no, now we both have to shower.” He said with a sly grin. “And don’t ever show my friends your goodies again. I think Shloob almost had to have his eyes surgically put back in his head.
“Even if there’s glitter involved?” You asked
“Especially if there’s glitter involved.” Jack said sternly giving your behind a slap.
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“I have a proposition for you,” Dumbledore said, his voice still quiet. Regulus knew whatever it was, he wasn’t going to like it, but it would probably be preferable to Azkaban.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You will turn spy for the Order. Whatever information you gather will be sent directly to us. It will, of course, be highly dangerous. I do hope your occlumency skills are well practised.” Regulus felt his blood run cold. In the back of his mind, he knew this was what would be asked of him.
He looked into Dumbledore’s steady eyes and knew he was just another piece to be used to win this giant game of chess the old wizard and Voldemort were playing. What Regulus needed to figure out was if he was a pawn or a piece of higher value.
“If you want me dead, Dumbledore, why not let your dog finish me off?” He pointed his chin in the direction of Moody.
“Because Mr Black, alive, you are useful.”
And that’s where he found himself, a spy for the order. He was no longer confined to the cellar, but he was still confined to the house while they came up with a plan.
“We could glamour him with bruises. That way, it’ll look like he escaped,” Sirius suggested.
“No, they’ll see right through that. The second he walks back through the door, they’ll finite him, and he’ll go back to normal.”
James and Sirius had been spitballing for hours about how to get Regulus back into Voldemort’s inner circle with the least amount of fuss.
“They need to be real. I’ll punch him if you want?” Remus put in, winking at Regulus.
“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Sirius nodded thoughtfully. Regulus had had enough.
“Oh, yeah, Sirius. Get your boyfriend to beat your brother up. That’s real nice.” James put a hand on his shoulder.
“Remus is strong and good at hitting just right. You’ll be well bruised, but he won’t waste a blow. You’d only need about three for enough bad bruising. Someone else that could give you ten and hardly leave a bruise.” Regulus mulled this over.
“Can you really do that?” He asked Remus. “Make it look good with that few strikes?” Remus shrugged.
“I’m good with my hands.”
“Yeah, he is.” Sirius felt the need to add his eyebrows wiggling to get the point across. Regulus, James and Remus all groaned at him.
“What? It’s true.” Sirius said innocently. “You’re the ones who took it the wrong way.”
“Only because you made sure we did.” Regulus and Sirius bickered back and forth until Remus stepped in.
“Right, so we’ve got his appearance down. We still have your robes, and they are ripped to shit where Mad-Eye got them. So, nothing to do there.” They all nodded along as Remus continued. “We need to sort out if Regulus makes a miraculous escape or if we set it up so he’s rescued. But if we go down the escape path. We could possibly use Sirius in this. You know, helping your brother escape. Or—” Regulus could see the quick calculations zipping behind Remus’s eyes. “Or, I do it. We use it as an in for me as well. They know I’m a werewolf, and they’ve been trying to get me for years. Greyback would welcome me with open arms. And then there would be two of us instead of just Regulus.” All excitement and joy left Sirius’s face, and Regulus watched his brother crumple before him in a way even Walburga had never managed to do.
“No,” His voice was hoarse. “No. I won’t let you. They’ll destroy you, Remus. I won’t let you.” Sirius grabbed Remus’s shoulders and shook him. “They’ll swallow you up, Remus. I can’t lose you.” Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius and slowly walked him out of the kitchen, leaving Regulus alone with James.
They stood silently for a while, waiting to see if Sirius and Remus were coming back. But when they heard Sirius’s motorbike fire up, they knew they wouldn’t be back for a while at least.
“Shall we finish going over those maps then?” James asked, breaking the silence. Regulus let out a sigh but pulled a map he’d been drawing towards himself.
There were three. Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor and Castle Lestrange. Regulus had spent hours walking around those houses in his youth, and since he’d left Hogwarts, waiting for others or on instructions. Sirius had helped where he could, mainly with Grimmauld Place, but Regulus knew more about the others, such as one of the many secret passages in Malfoy Manor that led from the library to the servant’s quarters. Even Mad-Eye had been impressed. The maps were going to be used to stage rescues and raids when Voldemort attacked the Ministry. Apparently, they had enough people to pull it off. They’d had to include Grimmauld Place, as that was a major meeting place for Voldemort supporters.
Sirius and Remus didn’t reappear until they were ordered to a few days later. Regulus had a feeling Sirius had been keeping Remus away to stop any more talk of him getting in with the werewolves and turning spy for the Order.
They sat around the kitchen table. Regulus, James, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Mad-Eye and Frank.
“So,” Dumbledore started the meeting. “Have you come up with a plan?” The four young men looked between themselves. Regulus looked up and met Dumbledore’s pale eyes, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.
“Yes.”
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