#blinks cutely. heehee

[shalpilot]

given form

[cha1cedony]

Orphaning bad fanfics is like therapy 💆‍♀️

[magnifythesun]

Someone should write a cute short fic or drabble about Ianthony helping Erin get the car back ... ;);)

Ian and Anthony going with Erin to get her car is one of my favorite Smosh things that's happened recently! Love this prompt heehee! I don't remember if we know why Erin's car was in custody, and I'm not gonna look it up, here we go!

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Erin paced furiously up and down the hallway, fingers flying on her phone. Tommy ducked out of the crying bathroom, giving her a nervous glance as he left. She seriously considered taking her own turn in the crying bathroom but didn't quite make it before another text came in from her mom.

"Where... is your car exactly..."

Not the ellipses! Erin couldn't handle this right now.

"The police station mom!! 😭" She sent the first text frantically, then continued, "They were cleaning the streets and they towed it!!! I didn't see any signs with warnings or anything!!!!"

"Well you're going to have to go get it..." Her mom replied.

"yesss, but how? It's like five miles away! In LA!!! I can't just walk over there! It would take a million years and I'd get hit by a car😭😭😭"

"Can one of your coworkers drive you there? ❤️"

Erin thought about it. Most everyone had a car, and it's not like she was new anymore, but it still felt a little presumptuous to ask anyone. The police station was 5 miles away and Google Maps was estimating nearly an hour-long drive due to traffic.

"I don't know, maybe. It's a lot to ask... long drive..." Erin texted back, throwing her mom her own set of ellipses. Payback.

"Ask around, honey, and it'll all be okay. Bring some money though, they're going to charge you to pick it up."

"😭😭😭😭" Erin responded, then put her phone screen to sleep. She rubbed a hand over her face wearily as she walked out of the hall back toward civilization.

"Everything okay?"

Erin abruptly stopped so she wouldn't run right into Ian.

"Oh god, didn't see you there!" She stepped back and looked up at him. Ian's eyes were betraying his concern even as his face maintained his regular placid expression. Erin wondered how close to tears she looked.

Ian raised his eyebrows.

"I'm all good," Erin assured him, "But, well, I'm just worried about my car."

More visible concern formed on Ian's face. "What happened to it?"

"It got towed cause they were cleaning the street," Erin sighed. "I've got to run," She continued, already starting to walk away from him, "Gotta ask around to see if anyone could drive me the five miles over there."

"Oh, alright, uh, good luck!" Ian called after her.

~~~

A few minutes later, Erin was still hand-wringing over who to ask first when she found herself cornered in the kitchen. Anthony was leaning on the counter in front of her while Ian hovered off to the side.

"I hear you've got a car emergency?" Anthony said, sympathetic smile on his face.

Erin blinked at him. "Uh, yeah?"

Anthony looked over at Ian. "How far did you say it was?"

"Five miles," Ian said lightly.

"Oh, only five miles," Anthony nodded his head. "Well," He looked back at Erin and waved a thumb between himself and Ian. "We'll take you there."

Erin gripped the counter behind her slightly, surprise and hope warring in her chest. "For real? It's like an hour drive."

"In LA at this hour? Yeah, I figured," Anthony gave her a reassuring grin. "It'll be fun!"

"An adventure!" Ian chimed in, "We can grab a Starbucks and everything."

Erin let out a relieved laugh. "That sounds amazing. Thanks guys!"

"Don't thank us yet," Ian said warningly, "I'm assuming you've never seen Anthony drive."

"Hey!" Anthony reached over and shoved him out of the kitchen, Ian obviously letting the push carry him further than necessary. Anthony looked back at Erin. "Don't listen to him, I'm a fantastic driver. C'mon, let's go!"

~~~

Erin stumbled out of the car, clutching her coffee. Let's just say, if she hadn't gotten used to her mother's wild driving as a child, she'd be a lot more traumatized right now.

"See, safe and sound!" Anthony declared, shutting his door.

"Makes you grateful you're about to get your own car back, huh?" Ian muttered to her as he passed, heading toward the door of the police station, matcha latte in hand. Erin stifled her giggle.

What followed was a boring string of bureaucracy, unimpressed expressions from the receptionists, and a fee larger than she'd hoped, but she'd finally succeeded in getting her car back.

Right as she was waiting for the clerk to approve the last of the paperwork, she snapped a surreptitious pic of Ian and Anthony. They were both leaning against a counter, looking down at their phones, so nonchalant in their willingness to be there for her. A bubbling feeling of warmth bounced around her chest. She couldn't imagine her bosses from any previous job caring enough to help her out with this.

Grinning at her phone, she typed out the caption: "& Ty to my smosh dads for helping me get my car back from the police <3"

She reached her phone out toward them from where she was sitting. "All good if I post this?"

They both looked over. Ian barked out a laugh while Anthony started grinning. "Go for it," Anthony waved a hand expansively while Ian gave a thumbs up.

Erin hit post right as the clerk called out her name.

The three of them walked back out into the warm LA afternoon.

"See you back at Smosh!" Ian called over, "If we make it back in one piece."

"You're a big baby." Anthony grumbled, though he was clearly laughing as he waved a goodbye to Erin.

"See you guys there!" Erin waved back as she got into her own car. She placed her hands on the steering wheel firmly and reveled in having her own car back. "What a relief," She sighed. Starting the car, she grabbed her phone as she let the air conditioning get started.

She had a single text message, from her dad.

"Oh, so one dad isn't good enough for you anymore? 😢 Haha, glad you got your car back honey."

Erin grinned, put the phone down and started the long drive back to Smosh.

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Post-writing note: sorry to anthony and erin's mother in particular, I'm sure you're both great drivers irl lolol! Also in the course of writing this I found the real reason her car was impounded but im not changing it in the fic lmao. AU!Erin's car impoundment

[tai-janai]

yaay all the reunite monsters + design analysis :3

cw funky body horror, some dark themes, a bit of eye contact, blood

The Wire: Now has a grasp on everything, and doesn't have to bother with having only one mouth. One can keep on chanting forever, isn't that so nice and easy ^^. He is also grounded and quite stubborn, and is intimidating enough on his own, he did want to be kind of scary. Only one eye because why would he need to focus on more than one at a time ?

The Temp: Still, empty,and emotionless, completely numb. the knife is a part of him, but is only used for self harm. the only part of him that shows any emotion is the wings of tears, which are turned into something useful, and obscures the rest of his face.

The Pit: Like before, the rootedness is unmovable stubbornness. He has repeatedly torn himself apart and haphazardly sewn himself back together with his own sinew. within him there is a firey glow, but all he knows is to try and try again.

The Flora: so cute little guy :3 but also demonic with horns and goat legs. his cloak hides his true intentions, and his big eyes not only analyze but make him seem endearing and approachable. dragonfly wings because he is little fairy heehee

The Now: Dusty motherfucker, seemingly soulless as his only spot of life is the shimmering ribbons he's draped across himself. he's tried every thing and done it in every body. no point in being too extreme with the changes at this point, he just wants to be comfortable. Conty has never been able to exist on his own, so he has his extensions, which are the dust devils.

The Tip: oouughhh religious imagery.... Serpentine, like the tempter of the forbidden fruit. haloed, like an angel that knows What Comes Next. there are more chains but theyre annoying to draw so this is it. completely incalculable. he takes up Everything, so that he Knows everything.

The Sea: a wooden marionette, puppeteered by the basement chain, completely free of agency. As long as he doesn't have to do anything himself, he is happy. wooden, meaning once alive. hollow, meaning empty.

The Bell: the first step of a statue is wax. was once a brilliant figure, but melted to be molded and shaped for You. there is a bony skull beneath the cloak of flowers, hidden away so that you will love him. he offers his heart despite him believing that you have hurt him. his flowers fall every moment he fears you. he melts every moment the trust between you is broken.

The Thing: kitty :3. long and silent; claws and paws are too loud. only eat that which keeps you alive; nothing more. Two eyes for looking, being predator and prey. A third that never blinks, to always be aware. a shining blade attached to a tail; a tool and a weapon. watching his back.

The Scale: Shattered pieces of metal-glass, made to kill but not survive. a heart within sight, only behind a thin sheet of the material. A glass canon. destructive to others as much as itself.

Omnia Praeter Mortem: Everything but death. (If You had chosen to Reunite) (The Boys aint too happy about it. but it's okay, they will be.)

[giggly-squiggily]

HEEHEE HEADCANON TIME

My personal reader insert headcanon is that Nagito Komaeda loooves to tease his s/o when tickling them, but the only way he knows how is by saying the most tooth-rotting-ly sweet things to them... and it works every time 🥴

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

OOO! I havne't written for Nagito in a long time! This is really cute, and I'm beyond hyped to write it! I've gotcha covered, anon!

When he wanted to be, Nagito was quite the sap.

“(Y/N), my incredible partner. The love of my life, my darling angel. Heaven must have blessed me when he sent you down.” He crooned in an over the top sappy voice, making moon eyes at you. It was bad enough he was being sappy.

But tickling you on top of it? That was too far!

“Aheheahhahhahahaha! N-Nahhahahhagitooohoohohoho! Cohohohohoem ohohohohohon!” You giggled out, cheeks warm and face sore from smiling so much. You lightly shoved at his shoulders, lacking any real intention on getting away. “Dohoohohohohn’t swehehehheht tahhahahhaalk mehehehehehehehe!”

“Why not? I love you, my darling (Y/N)! Your smile rivals the sun, and your voice is like the wind on a perfect afternoon.” He moved his hands to your ribs, pinching and scratching there with deadly precision. “Oh how nothing in this world compares to the color of your eyes- the way they shine like diamonds and warm me up on a cold winter’s night!”

“Nahahhhahahahhagihihiihihitooohoohohooho!” You squealed, covering your face with your hands as you melted. “Yohoohoohohu’re beihihihihing so wiehhehhehherd right nohohohohohow!”

“Your love has that effect on me, (Y/N).” Nagito teased, nose to nose with you as you tried catching his wrists. “I know you love it when I talk sweet to you. I always hear you sigh when you reread the letters I write to you. You go:” He took a breath and dramatically swooned, laying his head against your chest with fluttering eyelashes. “It’s really cute!”

“Ahehahahhaha, uuhuuhugh your sohoohoho annhoohohohohying!” You pushed him off, watching him roll to the floor in a harmless heap. “You’re lucky you're the love of my life, or else I’d have to kill you for an overuse of Shakespeare-isms.”

Nagito laughed, clapping his hands in delight. “I knew you loved me!” He cheered, giggling more when you sat on his hips, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“I do. And you also know what I love?” You paused, making him blink. “REVENGE!” You attacked his sides, earning a loud squeal followed by a cackle. “Now, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

[leggerefiore]

OMG!!! i haven't seen this HC question anywhere yet.... The Twins (and their starters) reaction to finding out their S/O is a plushie designer and make proto-type plushies of said designs

mmm feels like I haven't done one of these in a while, I assumed you meant like s/o made plushies of them

▲Ingo▼

● He finds your talent quite sweet and adorable. The only times he involved himself with fabric had gone interestingly (his mother noted the crooked sew on his slacks and asked if he needed help), but he enjoys seeing you go from conceptual designing stage to planning to action. He's just stunned you can turn a pile of fabric and stuffing into a genuine cute item. It's something he comes to adore and offer his help to you in any way.

● He actually wants to learn how to do it… For personal reasons. As much as he would love to commission you, he secretly wishes to make something for you and Emmet. His brother would adore a personally made gift, and he would like to show his love towards you and gratitude for teaching him. Ingo's creations are… not the best, but it's apparent they were made with love. The awkwardly shaped Litwick holding a heart is placed somewhere in your home, hopefully.

● When he catches you making a plush of him and his Chandelure, he was admittedly a bit flustered. Assuredly, there are better people to recreate than him? He also shuddered at the thought of making something as complicatedly shaped as his Chandelure as a plush. You sheepishly held out the prototype. You then screeched as Chandelure floated it away and disappeared off with it. Ingo couldn't hold back a laugh at his jealous pokemon's actions. You sighed and shook your head. He gazed at your Chandelure plushie softly. “Bravo, dearest!! That's sweet of you, but I must apologise for the robbery,” Ingo clapped his hands, “She's… Infatuated with anything that reminds her of me. She stole a rider's keychain once…” A small laugh escaped you.

(You stole your plushie back from her. She still has yet to forgive you.)

▽Emmet△

○ He staaaaaares. It's interesting. Emmet likes plushies, don't get him wrong, but he's never met anyone who makes them. His curiosity is piqued. Prepare yourself for questions. He wants to know and silently observe you making one. It's neat! And cute. He loves it. Soft coos and compliments of your work become a common thing. His adoration for your talent is a silent one, but anything you give to him is proudly displayed.

○ He would try to learn in his own to make something to gift to you. Emmet is not the best with his hands, he did somehow many to stab his thumb multiple times with a needle the only time he tried to fix a tear in a t-shirt he owned, but he's trying his best. Elesa is recruited into this task, but gives up after seeing his worst attempt. It was… terrifying. At some point, he finds an online guide for a Joltik and manages to make one for you. It's scary how well it's made. (He would never ruin a Joltik.)

○ He doesn't say a word as he watches you add the finishing touches onto a plush of him. An Eelektross plush laid nearby. Emmet gave a big grin as he released his starter. The electric type blinked his eyes a few times before floating over to you to see the plush. You jumped at the sudden eel intrusion and turn to spot your boyfriend in the doorway. “Verrry cute! I love them! Heehee, I don't think I've ever seen anyone make an Eelektross plush,” his grin was big as he stepped in, “Mmm… It seems Eelmmet likes me more.” You turned around to see the giant eel cuddling the small Emmet plush. It was hard to not just give it to him then and there.

(Eelektross politely returned it after Emmet asked him to. The eel then hugged you.)

[naraven]

Uncovered

AN: as a cyno main, its my job to write him as soft and fluffy its just a rule i think everyone should know about. also the cover isnt that bad, please trust me, its not THAT bad

word count: 0.8k

heehee cyno,,,,

Maybe you were staring too hard. You spill some rice onto the table as you nearly miss putting the spoon in your mouth. The tahchin before you smelled amazing, out of this world even, but you just couldn’t focus on eating it when the person who made it was so much more appealing.

Cyno took his headpiece off before tooking, saying it could get in the way. You would have believed him if you didn’t see him fight a group of treasure hoarders about half an hour ago. 

Cyno cleans up the kitchen after he finished making enough food for the both of you, maybe still ignoring your staring. He knows, you’re sure, he’s probably just waiting for an excuse to tell another weird joke he needs to explain. 

When he’s done with cleaning he comes over to eat his own meal. The tahchin is still warm, the crispy rice and sweet chicken enhancing the padisarah fragrance. You eat as well, peeking up to stare at the object of your… obsession.

“Wait. Not yet.”

Just as Cyno is about to put his headpiece back on, you grab his wrist and pull it back onto the table. He blinks before looking up at you. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” It’s not like you could just tell him! It’s not often you see the fluffy texture of his hair, two ruby red eyes wide open instead of being half covered. His cheeks that were cutely rounded and the lighting in the room-

Ok, you could go on. But you were insistent on letting him keep his headpiece for one reason and one reason only. 

His ears. 

Not the ones on the headpiece, his ears on the side of his head that look very human. 

You sit back and eat the tahchin joyfully, just happy you could visibly see his ears. You aren’t being weird, you just. Like how his ears look. And how cute they are. And how biteable they are-

Oh, you NEED to bite his ears. 

You nibble slowly on your tahchin, eyes narrowing as you lean further back to contemplate how you’ll do this. Being too direct wouldn’t work (or maybe it would, it’s not like Cyno would complain) and being too subtle isn’t your style. 

You watch as he pushes his hair behind his ear to take another bit of tahchin. Despite eating earlier than him, Cyno had finished more of his plate than you had. You chew on your meal, thinking more about how you’ll coerce him into letting you bite his ears. 

“Is something wrong, (Y/N)?”

You smile, Cyno’s somewhat troubled eyes gazing at you. You shake your head and take another bite.

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry about it” Ah, the rice and chicken combo was so beautiful. As you bite into another chicken, you wonder how Cyno’s ear would feel like against your teeth-

Were you always like this? You’re pretty sure you weren’t usually this… thirsty for Cyno. It didn’t matter much though, did it? He’s so cuuute!

Your thoughts make you giggle, making Cyno grin a little. He wasn’t sure why you were in such a good mood today, but he’ll chalk it up to how he made you food.

“The food was great, Cyno, thanks again. Next time I’ll make something special for the both of us!”

You put the plate away and follow Cyno to your couch. He sits cross legged and you lay your head in his lap. 

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He massages your scalp, letting you close your eyes. You hum, delighted, and shift to face his stomach. 

After a while, you sit up and scoot towards him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean back, letting him lay down on you.

This is it. You’ve been waiting for this. You lean forward like a snake approaching its prey. Your target is right there, and you-

Nibble down on his cartilage.

Cyno doesn’t react at first. He’s more trying to get used to settling down in your arms. It takes maybe a moment or two before his eyes open and he feels you lick his ear.

A shiver runs down his spine.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up there?”

You stop and notice how stiff he is. His arms and torso are both tense, like a bowstring that’s being pulled back. His neck is frozen sideways on your stomach.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it too much.” You whisper into his ear.

Cyno feels as though you’re speaking directly into his brain. His finger twitches against the couch and clenches around nothing. He’s sure the heat from his face is noticeable on your torso, and in all honesty he can feel the sweat from the shared body heat that you two have been sharing.

Satisfied, you press your face into Cyno’s hair, feeling the soft, fluffy texture of his hair on your nose and cheeks. He wraps his arms around you again, still feeling flustered from all the… stimulation… you administered…

“Y’know I love you, right Cyno? I love you so much.”

“Of course I know. I love you too.”

“Ehehe, I’m glad. I’ll make my own tahchin tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it.”

[outofthiisworld]

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @rakxnid sent in: "Hm.... you look like a grape onion!!" 8⌓⌣⌓8 (4 ophelia)

[💜] Blink, blink.

“Ooh, yeah? —you think so?” Ophelia flipped out a small, lil’ pocket mirror embellished in far too much glitz and glamour from inside her furry coat, before she took a closer gander at herself.

Grapes made sense! They were purple, just like her … and so was her new spider buddy, come to think of it! (sure suuure, they had just met but our ghoulish gal grape onion decided they had buddy vibes).

She twirled a loose curl of her hair as she thought long and hard until — “OH!!!”

“Hehee, heehee—!” A small giggle bubbled out into a delighted squeal of a laugh while she pointed at her onion-shaped head. “Is it ‘cause of my bangs? Did I get that right?! That’s sooo cute~♡!”

[movedto-clifflix]

blinks like a frog (but cutely heehee) for him pls ? 💕🐸

no pressure ofc !! 🫶🏻

F/O GAME HOORAHH

reblog with your f/o and i'll assign them a k-pop song <3 (this may be mostly shinee)

[alstroemeriadissonance]

drunken rosa seducing the nxx boys

Under the influence ~ reverse (NSFW)

I want to have fun with this--depending on how it turns out, Rosa's attempt may or may not be successful (!!), resulting in a SFW fluff for that encounter instead

How I work usually is that I let things fall into place as I write--I may have an idea for a scene but oftentimes the text takes a life of its own and turn out waaay differently--so, if none of the encounters in this post end up with drunk Rosa succeeding, I'll take out the (NSFW) tag. If it's still there when I post this, then at least one encounter is successful

Let's wish our heroine luck (lol)

Yes I was totally inspired by the current SotN SSR cards for Marius and Vyn's.

Luke

"No. No. You cheat!" Rosa cried, hands on her head. "Cheeeeeaaaaat!"

In front of her were discarded cards and tokens of a board game she had been playing with Luke, strewn all over the carpet they were sitting on in his quarters above the antiques store.

The game set only had a deck of cards and tokens, and fortunately no board, because if there was a board Rosa would have flipped it already out of frustration.

Current score: Luke = 5; Rosa = 0

"It's not my fault you're so predictable." Luke refilled Rosa's shot glass with vodka. "Also, take note of the cards I drop! You can't just use the Soldier then call out cards randomly."

"Uggh." Rosa was already red in the face, having lost all previous rounds and made to down a shot of vodka for each loss as part of the game. "I can't win against you, I'm set up f-for failure from the start..."

Luke laughed inwardly as he watched Rosa throw back the shot and make a grimace. Yeah, stretching out this game is just too cruel. There's no way she can think straight enough to even think about winning anymore.

"Okay, that's enough for today," Luke said as he pushed himself up the floor and offered his hand to her. "Come on, leave that and let's have you sober up with some toast..."

"I'm good," Rosa mumbled as she flopped onto the carpet and reached for the pillow nearest her, hugging it as she assumed a fetal position. "Mmm. So comfy here."

"What, don't sleep on the floor." Luke put his hands on his hips. "You'd get cold. Come on."

"Then you can join me here and be big spoon?"

Luke sighed, scratching the back of his head. This girl. "Fine. But just for a bit okay?"

"Mmkay."

Luke settled down on the carpeted floor behind Rosa, and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her close towards him, her back flush against his body. "This okay?"

Rosa giggled. "Yeah. Feels good." She then closed her eyes, grinning. "Luke feels really nice. Like all warm and fuzzy and..."

Man, she's already loopy, Luke realized. Awful cute though. He propped himself up on an elbow so he can have a better view of her face. Smiling, he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're cute," he whispered.

Rosa opened her eyes at his words, her gaze slightly unfocused while trying to look at him. "Really?"

"Really." Luke placed a small kiss on the top of her head. "Really truly."

Grinning, Rosa shimmied in Luke's arms so she fully faced him. "Mmm. You're cute too, y'know?" The words came out in a slight drawl. "I always had a crush on you even back then."

Luke blinked. This was the first time he had heard of it.

Rosa's fingers unsteadily traced his jaw. "Heehee. Yeah." She giggled in such a girly way that was uncharacteristic of her. Her fingertips eventually reach his chin. "Kiss me?"

Her drunken smile was alluring. Luke gulped.

"If you won't, I will," Rosa pouted, then brought her face to his, catching him off-guard with her vodka-flavored lips. She grabbed Luke even closer to her by sides of his jacket, capturing his slack mouth with her drunken, passionate kissing.

"Mmm," Rosa hummed as she resurfaced from the kiss, licking her lips. "Hey...wanna do it?"

Luke blushed hard. "Hey..."

"Come on. Let's do it here on the floor..." Rosa's plea came out in a moan. She tried to sit herself up on the floor, presumably to straddle him, but she lost her balance before she could move over him and instead plopped on top of Luke. "Ow."

"Pffft." Luke tried to bite back his laughter at the expense of hopelessly drunk Rosa but eventually lost it. "Hahahaha!"

The amorous mood gone, Luke moved into a sitting position and helped Rosa up. "Come on, you." Luke bit his lower lip in an attempt to curb any further urge to laugh and avoid trampling on drunk Rosa's pride.

"I hate you," Rosa pouted. "Ugh."

Luke kissed her forehead and carried her to his bed in the adjacent room. "Now, now, my little Watson, there's always tomorrow."

(FAILED)

Marius

"Remind me why we're here please," Rosa mumbled as she rolled on the king-sized bed of the VIP suite that Marius booked on the fly as a temporary refuge.

She was still wearing her seafoam green tulle gown, which was already getting wrinkled with all her tossing and turning on the luxurious bed.

An investor's party hosted by Pax was currently taking place in the grand hall of the hotel. It took all of Marius's willpower and off the cuff conversational skills to navigate the both of them--Rosa being a drunken deadweight--out of the grand hall and into the hotel suite.

Marius could only feel amused at the sight of his savior, his favorite Miss Lawyer, suffering the consequences of all the alcohol that was being handed to him in an ill attempt to trap him into duplicitous conversations.

Rosa had spent most of the night snatching the glasses handed to Marius as often as she could whenever he was in her reach, knocking back entire flutes of champagne like a woman possessed.

"We're here because you're crazy," Marius said, sitting down on the bed beside the hopelessly inebriated Rosa. "You didn't have to swoop in and snatch all the drinks they were handing me--"

"I heard them," Rosa interrupted, her words slightly slurred. "They was--they were--"

Marius patiently waited for Rosa to put coherence in her words, gently patting her head in the meantime.

"They were going to stage something-or-other-" Rosa finally managed to muster enough brain matter to say a straight sentence.

The Pax heir sighed. "They always try to start up something, but most of their attempts fizzle out." He then lovingly tousled her hair, smiling down at her. "They fail before they start because they're having a hard time getting others to join their cause. I make sure that employees are happy as much as I can, y'know?"

He bent over to plant a kiss on her flushed cheek. "So no need to worry about that, mmkay?" Marius laughed softly into her ear. "Silly Miss."

He was about to sit up when Rosa suddenly reached out and tugged on his tie, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Mmm.." Marius hummed happily, welcoming Rosa's drunken advances, letting Rosa's tongue entwine with his. Her breath was sweetly scented of champagne, intoxicating and heady.

He couldn't resist resting his hand on a tulle-covered breast, squeezing it gently as they embraced. "You're so naughty," he whispered as he resurfaced from the kiss.

"I want you, Marius," Rosa murmured, her eyes shrouded in a drunken haze.

Should I...?

Marius mulled on his options. He did book the suite for the night. He already delivered the night's speech and already met with the major investors and important guests.

All things considered, Vincent should be able to effortlessly cover for his sudden absence.

Then he looked down on his beloved Miss Lawyer, all defenseless and ripe for the picking...

He dipped down, gently nipping on the delicate skin of her neck with small bites, breathing in her floral perfume as he internally debated with himself if he should indulge and take her right there and then.

Rosa sighed.

Marius then looked up at her, and noticed the fluttering of her eyes--Rosa was drifting in and out of sleep.

He snorted. "Oh, you."

Finally making up his mind, Marius sat up and fished his phone out of his pocket and put Vincent on speed dial.

"Yeah. Listen, I got a drunk girl situation here." A pause. "Yeah, it's her...huh? What do you take me for? Haha. Not that I don't appreciate you anticipating that..." Marius listened to Vincent in amusement. "Yeaaah no. Listen, can you bring a bucket, some ice...maybe some more drinking water and headache pills?" Another pause. "Also, could you grab my bag in the trunk? Yeah, that one. Thanks."

===

Having loosened Rosa's dress so she could breathe more comfortably in her sleep, and having wiped her face clean with a damp, cool washcloth, Marius took out his travel sketchpad and pencil, settling on a chair pulled to her bedside.

He long decided that taking advantage of his Missy Lawyer while utterly defenseless wasn't as fun as playtime with her feisty, lusty sober self.

For now, his idea of fun would be committing into paper the visage of the silly woman who tried to save him by snatching all drink forced on him by those who had designs on him and what he stood for.

Ah, I guess this one is a tale to tell our kids. And grandkids. Marius smiled at his flight of fancy as his pencil lead danced on the paper.

(FAILED)

Artem

"No," Artem simply said, carrying a weakly protesting Rosa to her upstairs bedroom.

"Artem, I want to--"

"You can't even walk straight," Artem deadpanned.

"Meanie," Rosa mumbled against his neck.

He tucked her in bed despite her drunken protestations, and, once everything was in order and Rosa was safely snuggled up under her covers, he settled down in her living room and listed the men who fed his Rosa drink during the party earlier.

He recognized at least two men in his short shit list as Stellis University students. Maybe he could rope in Vyn--vindictive as he was--to deliver underhanded retribution. One other was a Pax subsidiary employee, so maybe he can float that name towards Marius's way.

The rest of the names will be kept on file just in case.

Tomorrow, maybe if Rosa still felt up to doing the sundry list of things she said she wanted to do on his person, maybe...

A furious blush crept on his cheeks.

But for now, he needed to prepare Rosa's hangover breakfast, just to increase the chances of Rosa keeping true to her word of what she said she'd do on him.

(UTTER FAILURE)

Vyn

"One more?"

Rosa nodded, already tipsy. "Yes. One more."

They were seated in his living room, sampling another assortment of wine that was shipped directly from his friend's vineyard.

Vyn reached for another wine bottle from the tray, filling his wine glass with a dark-purple red liquid. He gently swirled the wine in the glass. "This one is another Merlot. A bit on the dry side," he said as he inhaled the wine's aroma.

He then sipped most of the liquid, but instead of swallowing he touched Rosa's chin with gentle fingers and guided her lips to his, feeding her mouth with wine from flowing from his lips.

Tiny rivulets of wine flowed from a corner of her mouth, which Vyn tenderly licked clean as soon as he finished transferring the wine to her lips.

"And how do you like it?"

Rosa let the wine swirl in her mouth to acquaint herself with the qualities such as its taste, dryness, and notes before swallowing it, just as Vyn has taught her.

"Hmm. It's a bit too rich on...tannins for me," Rosa said, referring to the dryness caused by the grape skins. "I think I prefer the zinfandel."

"Ah, so you really do prefer the sweeter ones," Vyn observed. "I think they included a bottle of..." he reached for another bottle. "There we go."

"What is that?"

"A white zinfandel." Vyn poured a pinkish liquid into the wine glass. "This is sweeter, as not all sugars have been converted into alcohol yet." He then swirled the liquid in the glass and inhaled its scent. "Yes, this is too sweet for my liking, but perhaps this may become your favorite."

As before, he sipped the liquid to his mouth and, beckoning Rosa to proffer her lips to him, fed her the wine with his lips. This time however much of the wine was spilled onto Rosa's dress as she, instead of obediently receiving the liquid, made the move to kiss him as he was feeding her the white zinfandel.

Rosa wrapped her arms around Vyn, who in turn held her close by her waist as their wine-drenched tongues met.

"I...I want you, Vyn," Rosa breathed, her eyes unfocused, and her head tipping to one side unsteadily. "I..."

He ran his fingers through her auburn hair. "Are you sure. Rosa? You are currently too inebriated." Smiling gently at her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I apologize for getting carried away with the tasting. I should not have given you so much alcohol in one sitting."

"So..." Rosa whispered in a soft voice, almost inaudible, "We're not going to do it?"

"Do you still want to?"

Vyn had thrown the question, carefully watching for his lover's reaction. He had a hunch for some time that this would happen, so he had been letting her get drunk in controlled settings such as his home, so he could pick her thoughts with less consequence.

Drink is a lubricant of thoughts, after all.

Rosa looked hurt at his question. "Mm. I'm sorry if...if you have to feel like you're obligated to be intimate, with me."

Vyn listened intently, in silence.

"I...I mean, I..." Rosa struggled to string her words together. "I feel like I don't deserve you. I'm not talented...or as wonderful as you. I even feel like I'm a, a burden. Not just you, but to the entire team as well.

"I'm not a genius." Her lips trembled. "Nor do I have any pedigree to my name."

"You always try to console me, praise me, but, but!" Tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Every night, when I think about your words, and when I compare them to my actual abilities...

"Your praises, they sound...hollow."

Vyn's hands rolled into fists on his lap, but still he remained silent.

"I know I've been optimistic, and I've been speaking of positive things, but that's all I can be. Because that's all I am."

"I love you, Vyn, but I..." Rosa's face twisted in utter sadness and despair. "I don't think I am enough for you nor deserving of you. Whenever I am beside you, all I could think about is how I stand compared to you.

"You deserve someone more talented than...than me...

Rosa sniffled loudly. "So don't feel obligated to be intimate with--"

To think that I have let it fester this much. This is unforgivable. Vyn thought to himself bitterly.

"Enough, Rosa." Vyn reached out to her and held her close to him as she wept into his shirt. "If my words could not reach you, then I suppose...I shall show you."

But how?

After much deliberation, he decided on one trick that he had performed with her in the past. A placebo, a trick, and a fanciful one at that.

But, it was something certainly designed to linger in her memory. For her to think about in her daydreams, and her thoughts at night.

And, for him, that was enough.

Vyn decided to give it a go.

===

Having carried a still inconsolably weeping Rosa into his bedroom, he held her close to him as they sat down on his bed.

Silently Vyn ran his hand across her back to comfort her, until she has started to calm down.

"Rosa," he then said to her, gently cupping her face into his hands, "Look at me. Look at me only."

Still drunk, Rosa struggled to focus her eyes at Vyn, but eventually her eyes met his.

"Good." Vyn held Rosa's hands in his, all the while holding her gaze. "Just look at me, and breathe."

Slowly, gradually, her breathing synchronized with Vyn's, and she calmed down completely.

He kissed Rosa softly on the lips, and, as her eyes closed during their embrace, his bedroom fell into complete darkness. Vyn then pulled away from her, leaving Rosa alone in the dark.

"Vyn, where..where are you?" she cried out. "Don't leave me alone!"

There was nothing but silence.

Then, suddenly, the curtains in his bedroom opened, letting the light of the full moon spill into Vyn's room, providing ethereal illumination.

Vyn stood by the window from where the full moon was visible in all its glory, wearing only a robe.

"I command thee, in the name of my entire being," Vyn spoke, his voice quiet yet firm.

Rosa blinked. This is...?

"In this space, Gods shall be powerless." With one swift motion, he removed his robe, revealing his fully naked form. Moonlight reflected off his flawless pale skin, and the moonlight touching his silver hair shone like a halo around his head. His gold eyes sparkled as he held her gaze from across the room.

He slowly walked towards her where she sat on the bed. "In this circle, the rules of Gods shall be forfeit." Vyn placed his hand on one of the bed posts surrounding his bed.

"I shall be your master, my words..." Vyn's gaze still held Rosa's. "...your command."

Rosa stared at him in silence, entranced.

Vyn slowly climbed onto the bed, wordlessly beckoning for Rosa to come closer to him. She complied silently, as if bewitched.

They locked in a tender embrace, bathed in moonlight, as their lips touched and tongues softly entwined with each other.

"Lie down for me, my darling," he whispered, as their mouths parted, a thin trail of saliva stretching out and glistening in the pale light until it broke apart.

After Rosa stretched out onto the bed Vyn bent over to place a reverential kiss on each of the five points of her body--the pentagram--first on her forehead, then one kiss each on her left hand, then her right hand; and finally, one kiss on each of her feet.

Carefully, and with Rosa's help, he lifted the hem of her dress and slipped it off over her shoulders, after which he unfastened her bra, leaving her breasts on full display.

Vyn then reached out to the bouquet of roses by the bedstand, and sought out a thorn, with which he pricked one of his fingertips deeply, drawing blood.

He drew another pentagram over Rosa's heart, just a little off the side of her left breast, using his blood.

"From this moment onward, your heart, body, and soul..."

He dipped in briefly for a deep kiss.

"All belong to me," Vyn whispered against her lips.

Rosa gasped.

His breath shuddering, he continued kissing her, as his fingers, including the pricked fingertip, travelled down from her heart, down to her navel, further down to the sweet spot of her wetness below--tracing a line of his blood all the way.

His bloodied finger slowly drew circles directly on her sensitive bud, gradually picking up the pace with a steady rhythm, coaxing her towards orgasm.

Rosa's breathing went shallower, and faster, and eventually, she started crying out his name over and over, as if in prayer, and she arched her back in pleasure, having finally gone over the edge of climax by his fingers.

"It is time," Vyn whispered to Rosa after she came down from her orgasm high. "Do you want to seal the contract?"

She gulped. "Y-yes."

Vyn moved to kneel between Rosa's legs, spread open to receive him. Slowly he entered her, filling her with his hardness, and, after pulling back briefly, he snapped his hips to fully sheath himself inside her.

Rosa moaned at his sudden movement.

His thrusts started out slow and gentle, and eventually picked up speed. Despite his need for release he still held Rosa's gaze with his own, never breaking it as he panted, moaning, chasing his own pleasure.

"Rosa..." Teeth gritting, finally he threw his head back, his seed spilling inside her in strong bursts.

Vyn held that position until his breathing gradually slowed down.

"Your spirit...is inextinguishable," he murmured in between his breathing.

"This contract...eternal."

He then lay over Rosa, sealing the pact with another deep kiss.

===

Vyn watched Rosa sleep soundly in his arms, admiring the way the moonlight brought beautiful accents to her auburn hair.

He slowly traced her lips with a finger, lazily wondering if that soft touch would enter her dreams, and if it did, if she would associate with his own kisses.

A placebo, indeed, Vyn thought as he closed his own eyes to send himself to slumber. But in my heart of hearts, never have I before wished for something to come true so fervently.

I hope you eventually come to accept and understand this, my possession of you.

"I love you," were his words before he finally drifted off to sleep.

===

Rosa woke up with a hangover.

"Ugh..." she groaned. She found that she couldn't open her eyes fully yet, as sunlight was shining directly into her eyes.

"Ah, do forgive me." In a few seconds the curtains in the bedroom close shut, blocking the sunlight and allowing Rosa to finally open her eyes.

Vyn then walked up to her with a glass of water and medicine at hand. "Hello, Rosa. How are you feeling?"

"Sorta awful," she murmured. "Thank...you." She took the proffered medicine with a gulp of water.

Rosa gazed at Vyn, absent-mindedly.

"Is something the matter, love?" Vyn asked. "Anything on my face?

She blinked, as if trying to wake herself up from a trance. "I don't know.

"It's like a spell was placed on me."

(Success)

[top-tier-tickles]

Sugar-Coated Situation

This is a Cuphead tickle fic requested by @radfreakalmondstudent. Consider this my official apology for the last fic, I genuinely have no clue how to write angst. I'll learn tho👍.I hope you enjoy it.

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"RUN, MUGMAN, RUN!"

"IM TRYING!"

Apparently, trying to run when your legs have been fused into a fixed position had proved to be difficult.

If only they hadn't broken the rules! Two simple rules and they broke them! Now Cuphead was bouncing as a gummy of himself, and Mugman was a stiff gingerbread mug.

And a hungry baroness with her living castle close behind.

"ITS NO USE, BOYS, THERES NOWHERE TO GO!" She called, her candy castle roaring.

She was almost right, there seemed to be no other exit than the gate that lead them into here. The candy cane gates slowly closing in front of it.

If they were quick enough, they might just slip through the bars and be home free.

Attempting to pick up the pace, the brothers dashed for the gates, their new forms hindering their pursuit.

"We can make it! We can make it!"

Just as they reached the exit, the gates creaked closed. They couldn't make it.

"Too slow, boys!" The Baroness cackled maniacally. She dove back into her castle, which was now dormant again, and came out of the door.

"P-Please, Ms. Baroness. Have mercy on us." Mugman quivered, huddling close to his gummycup brother.

"We're so sorry! Please don't eat us!" Cuphead begged.

There was silence as the baroness approached, and just as she was right in front of them, she began to giggle.

"Pfffft- Hehehehehe! Oh, I can't do it. I just can't keep a straight face whenever I do this..." She wiped a tear from her eye as she calmed down.

"W-Wha...." Cuphead said, dumbfounded.

Bon Bon lifted her candy cane scepter, using the end of it to boop the brothers' noses. The act somehow caused them to revert back to normal cups again.

The pair stood there, staring at the royal blankly, slowly blinking back put of their trance.

"Wait, so you AREN'T gonna eat us?" Cups asked.

"Oh, no! I've already told you, I don't eat children. That whole turning you into candy was just a scare tactic to punish ya for breaking the rules." She replied, resting her chin on the hook of her candy cane.

"So you nearly gave us heart attacks for that!?" Mugman, stood again, thankful for the full mobility.

"Yep! Heehee!"

"You really are crazy, lady."

"Hey! It was just a little prank, that's all."

The boys pouted, angry that she went do far just to scare them.

"Oh, it seems that you two aren't happy." She stood again, "New rule: No frowning in SugarLand. And it looks like yous two are breakin' it..."

The pair's eyes widened, that not fair!

"Hey! You can't just make up rules as you go!" Cuphead complained.

"Oh, but I can. I'm the baroness, remember?", she curtsied, "and you two deserve a punishment.

She grabbed them, taking them to a giant peppermint that had syrup on its side, and stuck them to the syrup.

"There you go."

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Cuphead asked, trying to pry himself from the syrup.

"Oh, don't worry, just sit back and relax while I do....THIS!" She suddenly began scratching her fingers on their tummies.

"AH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAPIT!" Cuphead cackled.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEE! HEHEHEHEY!" Mugman laughed.

"Never! This is your punishment! Gitchy gitchy goo!" She began to tease them, raising her hands to Cuphead's armpit and Mugman's ribs.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!" Cuphead lost it.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WE'RE SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!" Mugman attempted to defuse the situation.

"You're not sorry yet, boys." The baroness continued to tickle the boys to pieces.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAAHA!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!"

The baroness giggled herself, smiling at their adorable laughs and smiles.

"Oh, You two are so cute, I could just eat you up! I think I will..." She suddenly dove her face into Cuphead's belly, blowing a huge raspberry on it.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! NOT THOHOHOHOSE!"

She began to alternate the raspberries between the boys, sending them into hysterics.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MERCHEEHEEHEE!"

"AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Deciding that they've had enough, Bon Bon stopped, using her candy cane to hook onto their handles, peeling them off of the peppermint.

The boys caught their breath, feeling better knowing that they weren't going to be eaten.

"Well, you boys can come back any time you want. But I'm afraid that you'd better head home now."

"Y-Yeah, let's go, Mugsy." Cuphead nudged his brother.

"Ok. Bye, Ms. Baroness!" The boys waved as they left.

"Toodle-loo!"

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THE END.

[tezzbot]

My fav Oso-san duo is Parka! They are so cute, and their relationship is so adorable. Ichi truly considers Oso as his older brother and he finds comfort in that relationship. As for Oso, he likes Ichi a lot and treats him with a lot of affection, they have a lovely dynamic and find support in each other, and that makes them my favorite duo <3

FUCK YEEESSS PARKA THE FUCKING WORLD FOR ABSOLUTE REAL

augh theyre like. osomatsus eldest daughter syndrome comes out in full fucking BLAST when it comes to ichimatsu like holy fucking shit and its definitely because of ichimatsu's general childishness from his like. sort of? regression?? caused by his depression/burnout bc of how he was in high school (and i mean who hasnt been there Am I Right haha anywya)

like i said before osomatsu has Such a good like. subconscious/second nature understanding of his brothers that. again is incredibly obvious in how he acts with ichimatsu. like. he Notices ichimatsu was incredibly self loathing so compliments him moreso than the others in season 1. and its been pointed out but in season 2 hes Clearly so very grateful for ichimatsu being the last to leave in season 1's episode 24 and To Me season 2 parka feels very much like osomatsu being thankful but also Very apologetic to ichimatsu for being the reason for his fuckin. homelessness because ichimatsu Would Not have left home if it werent for Osomatsu's Rancid Vibes(tm) so i feel like s2 is osomatsu doing his best to make up for that?? but also ichimatsu, kinda like the rest of em, is also starting to be little more open is a little more honest and i feel like its where his childishness really starts to show and its where oso's. i dont wanna call it mother henning cus its not that its like hes. hes like heehee my Little brother my little ichimacchan smile smile smile like their love for each other is very apparent. like osomatsu is the only one of his older brothers ichimatsu refers to as nii-san hes the only one he Respects enough to give that title to like it hurts him to call karamatsu nii-san lmfao and choromatsu is just some guy that lives in his house but Osomatsu? thats His Big Brother yknow. theyre just very supportive and sweet and also vulgar gross little men they are so we are just going to sit here and vibe they slow blink at each other from across the room.

god. i just remembered the chores episode where they go to the shops together aghguygh god i will fucking cry i Will. parka the world orz (╥﹏╥)

[leggerefiore]

Sweet Café

cw: confession fic, fluff

pairing: Emmet/Reader

Summary: A cute guy frequents your café with an apparent sweet tooth. He's quite blunt, you discover.

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You had attracted a new customer, you realised, as he walked in again for what must have been the third time that week. He always walked in wearing his work uniform around noon, so you assumed he was stopping in during his lunch break. His uniform was something like what the Gear Station employees wore. Today, however, he was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans.

Silver eyes scanned your dessert display eagerly. While he usually pulled two coffees, one presumably for another reason due to just how different they were, only one sweet was asked for. Was he picking up for him and a significant other? Did he just like varied coffee? You could only wonder. He was not the most talkative of people you had come to realise. Always polite, though.

You stood behind the display as he surveyed his options carefully. Most were varying cake flavours, but there were a few different types thrown in. Cookies, cannoli, and a few pies had made their way in. The smile on his lips always made you want to grin right back at him. Admittedly, you were not above saying that he was a pretty cute guy. His eyes suddenly met yours, and you quickly averted them. Alright, now you looked odd to him. A giggle came from him.

“I am sorry for taking so long,” he said, “You just have so many options! I do not know which to choose.” You nodded at him. Really, it was not a problem for him to linger for a while since there were not any other customers around currently. He hummed as he looked through the display more. He had already tried a few of your cake flavours, mostly leaning towards the fruit flavoured ones. You wondered if we would like a pie.

“I don't mind,” you told him, “… Actually, since you've been so keen on trying them all, I'd like to ask your opinion about something I had been thinking about adding.” The man perked up at your words. It was then you noticed a small pokemon resting on his shoulder. It looked like… you squinted your eyes. A Joltik? Oh, that actually gave you a good idea. “I was thinking of adding macarons to my selections,” you told him, “Maybe doing a bit of theming with them, too.” Joltik macarons would be quite popular since you knew that the Nimbasa gym leader had one and that one competitive trainer had a Galvantula.

“Oh!” he looked at you excitedly, “Verrrry good idea! Do it.” He cheered you on. You smiled at him. “Can I have… a cannoli?” he pointed to them in the display. You gave a polite nod and knelt down to pull one out for him. Then, he placed only one order of coffee, a sugary and cream-filled one. You were stunned. Had he gone all this way for another person? “My brother and I enjoy your café a lot,” he told you as he paid, “If you ever find yourself in the Battle Subway, I will give you a serious battle as thanks.”

You blinked a few times. Like… that Battle Subway? You had figured he was an employee at the station, but was he actually… “Oh, I might have to take you up on that when I have a day off,” you agreed in your stunned state, “… You're a Subway Boss?” He beamed at you brightly and nodded.

“Heehee, I was not keeping it a secret,” the giggles that came out from him did not make you think he was one of the strongest trainers in the Unova region, “I am Emmet, and I am a Subway Boss.” Well, attracting a clientele like that was not a bad thing, you supposed. After pouring his coffee into a to-go cup, he bid you a goodbye and left.

… You were now more tempted to make the Joltik macarons than you had been ever before.

~

A week had passed since your invitation for a battle had come from Emmet, and while you saw him fairly regularly when he stopped in during his lunches, you would not say your conversations had been anything more than polite. It was strange how much you wanted to talk to him. Which is what led to you standing nervously before the Double Battle Line platform. Battling was not your favourite thing in the world, especially since more of your pokemon were more for use in the café than battling.

Still, you boarded the train and started battling your way through trainer after trainer with your team. It seemed, at least, helping you around the café had taught them good enough teamwork. And, well, you would say that this was more fun than you thought. Certainly, a change of pace to your usual days off from work. It was not long until you had made it through twenty battles and found yourself only a door away from your next opponent.

Emmet stood there, looking like he did when he entered your café. His eyes lit up at your entrance. “Oh, you actually came,” excitement leaked into his voice, “I promised you a serious battle.” You could tell he was not at all going to go easy on you. If you won this battle, it would honestly be a surprise to you, but you were more than willing to try. Soon, an intense battle erupted between you both.

Resulting in your loss, sadly. You sighed at the result, despite having expected it. Emmet still beamed at you, however. He approached you and clapped enthusiastically. “A good attempt,” he told with you a nod, “I see potential. Battle more.” You laughed.

“Sorry, this isn't really coffee making or baking,” you replied, “It would be hard to find the time.” He looked a bit heartbroken by your words. “Though, I did enjoy this, Emmet,” you quickly continued, “Thank you.” He shook his head. When the train came to stop, he easily showed you back to the entrance and waved you off. The bright grin on his lips made your heart race, oddly.

~

His next appearance in casual clothes came with an unexpected face. Elesa, a celebrity in the eyes of many, stood beside him as he eyed your dessert display. A gasp came from him. You giggled as you knew exactly what he saw. The little Joltik macarons were added today after an arduous testing period. It was difficult to make them look like the arachnids, honestly.

“Cute!” he cooed, “Were these the additions you asked me about?” You nodded. Elesa even gave a grin at them. Her eyes looked you over a few times, too, you noticed. It was a bit uncomfortable, like she was judging you in some way.

“Yep,” you replied, trying to ignore it, “I got the idea when you came in with that Joltik on your shoulder.” A different smile was on his lips as he looked up at with sweet eyes. Your heart raced again. Really? Him? The thought of you catching feelings for him was terrifying. Elesa suddenly stopped her harsh looks and gave you a genuine smile.

“Hey, Em, I have to call my agent,” she said easily, “I'll be right back.” The model stepped out of the store with ease to make her call, while Emmet let out a small laugh. It was so abrupt that you almost wondered if she was trying to give you alone time with Emmet.

“She was,” the Subway Boss spoke without missing a beat, “She knows that I like you.” You nearly jumped out of your skin at his bluntness. He turned to face you as you debated rushing out from behind the counter. “I have liked for a while,” he admitted with ease, “Do you like me?” Okay, you definitely needed to leave from out behind the counter. You easily made your way around to look him in the eyes.

“I mean, why so suddenly say that?” you asked, placing a hand over your racing heart. Emmet gave a sweet laugh as he pulled you into a tight hug, making your face grow warm. You returned the affection easily.

“Because it is the truth,” he said simply. The truth, huh… Your mind rushed to thoughts of the Dragon of Truth for whatever reason.

“Well, I do like you, too,” you replied with a sigh.

Elesa cheered as she walked back in.

[kayr0ss]

Lunchbox

[LWA, Diakko, Married, Fluff, Feelings] AO3

Summary: She wondered if she'd ever feel as loved as she was before. A small little thing was enough to remind her.

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“Don’t make it hard for Anna now, darling.”

“But it’s itchy!” Diana whined, squirming under Anna’s attentive care. She was getting ready for her first day at school—both terribly excited to learn and see new places but a bit scared at the thought of so many other people and kids.

Would they be nice to her? She hoped so. She knew not everyone was as nice as her mum. They all treated her special, but it was so… distant and odd. It was like people were afraid to be near her, no matter how polite they all were.

She wanted to giggle and play in the mud and have sleepovers with her friends like she’s seen in story books!

Her mother was working on the kitchen counter. It was different every time mum made her meals. Sure, the chefs knew how to cook anything and everything under the sun, but this time it was mum’s food! And just for her!

She loved that she still took time to do little things like this, even with all the busy grown-up business she always had to attend to.

Bernadette was slicing apples—her favorite—and smiled when she looked at Diana from the corner of her eyes. “You look adorable.”

She scrunched her nose. “This dress is weird.”

“It’s a uniform—your other friends will be wearing the same thing.”

“We all wear the same thing?”

“Mhmm,” her mother hummed. She walked towards Diana carrying the ornate lunchbox she had prepared. “So we’ve got bagels with cream cheese, ham, and some apples. Promise you’ll finish your food?”

Diana flashed her a toothy grin. “I promise!”

“You’re growing up so fast,” Bernadette brushed away a lock of stray curls. “Now come here. Give me a hug before I send you off to Carter.”

“Heehee!”

“And don’t forget your lunch!”

“Yes, mum!”

“I made it just how you like it.”

--

“Mother?” Diana mumbled, eyes bleary and out of focus while she slowly blinked herself awake. She didn’t recognize the room she was in—not immediately, anyway—but soon she saw little fixtures of familiarity: photos on the shelf, a sweater hanging by the foot of their bed, the familiar red sheets.

She was still adjusting to the new home she and Akko moved into.

On instinct, her arm reached out to the other side of the bed. It was empty, and while her memory was quick to supply that Akko would be out early for errands, she found herself missing her (newly-wedded) wife quite dearly.

It was an odd. She hasn’t dreamt about her mother in a long while. A quick glance to their bedside clock let her know that she’d have to rise soon though. She had an important presentation to attend to.

She went about her morning routine feeling a bit out of sorts.

The dream seems to have set the tone for her day, making her steps heavy with yearning. She supposed she longed for the feeling of being known the way her mother knew her—in acts as simple as getting ready for the day ahead. She rolled the end of her tube of toothpaste to squeeze every bit out like she was taught as a child then wrung her damp hair in a towel that twirled clockwise twice over before tucking the tip behind her head at the nape.

Old habits taught with love from ages past.

She needed to get her act together because today’s presentation was no less than a summit discussing the regulation of magic in urban areas. As much as Diana loathed the posturing and politics, the movement was too important to ignore and shirk from. Thankfully Andrew would be there. He was a little annoying at worst, but unwaveringly loyal at best.

Half an hour and an exquisitely-tailored dress suit later, she walked out to their living room. It was still bare—boxes littered here and there waiting to be unpacked. It was the first time she was truly left alone in this place, and Akko’s absence was perpetuating the soft melancholy that gripped her all morning. She wondered if she could wait until Akko was back before leaving but dismissed the thought. Too risky. Her mother always said: “fifteen minutes early is on time, and on time is late.”

Maybe she’d talk to Akko about it later. She always knew what to say—what to do. She made her way to the kitchen, amused at how lived-in it looked compared to the rest of their house. Of course.Unpacking was a weak deterrent against Akko’s persistent need for food.

She scanned their cupboards for her favorite tea, hoping to soothe the rawness of her disposition. She was anxious and on edge, like a child feeling ill-prepared for her first day of school again.

While looking for her favorite mug, she spotted a curious box on the kitchen counter.

There was a little note on top, written in Akko’s tell-tale scribbles.

‘Don’t even think about going to that meeting hungry!’

She gently pried the lid open and—oh.

Bagels and ham.

She really shouldn’t have been tearing up at the sight of a lunch box, but it was nothing short of miraculous how Akko could so easily chase away the tendrils of sadness, how quickly she could fill the longing that creeped back into her life from the hazy memories of a dream.

There was a sliced apple tucked to the side.

‘Good luck, I love you—'

It made her chest feel warm and full to bursting.

‘—I made it just how you like it. – A’

Everything was going to be okay.

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fin

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A/N: Hello! I like food, one shots, cute girl, and Diakko

[pokegalla]

Hey @spiritmdraws I did the oneshot! It ended up as fluff but trust me, you’ll love it.

Chocolate Kisses

“I said I was SORRY,” Cross whined as I dragged him through the portal by his scarf. I was exhausted from chasing this chocolate thief. I finally managed to catch him as he was hiding in a cupboard.

“Sorry ain’t good enough Crossy. Not this time. You took my delicious and most anticipated treat of the day. Now you must pay for such an heinous act,” I said in the most dramatic way possible.

He gulped, “And how exactly am I supposed to pay you back…?”

I smiled deviously and led him to a large building. His nervousness suddenly melted as he stared up in complete wonder.

“Welcome to Hershey’s Chocolate World!!!,” I announced.

He began to tear up, “It’s so beautiful….”

“And you wanna know the best part,” I asked, giggling as he nodded excitedly, “You’re treating me tonight~. No excuses.”

His smile instantly fell, “Oh….I guess you were literal about ‘paying’ you back….ugh I’m gonna be broke….”

“You shouldn’t have run,” I stated simply.

Cross stared at me, “…..I take back what I said about you being the nice one. You’re cruel….”

“Oh don’t be like that,” I said grabbing his hand, “Cmon! We can still have fun while we’re here! Let’s go!” I turned and didn’t notice a small blush appear on his face as he let me drag him inside.

We had a lot of fun! The place was so big and bright….there was HUNDREDS of selections with chocolates. There was candy machines, clothes, plushies (even cow ones….yes I asked him to buy it. Just a little extra punishment-). We ended up sitting outside on a bench as we looked through our bags like we were kids on Halloween.

“I can’t believe you made me buy that stupid thing….,” Cross grumbled as he glared at the cow plush.

“I can’t believe you’d hate something so cute. I would understand if you were scared of BULLS but cows? They are so gentle….,” I cooed.

“Says Miss ‘I’m scared of everything spider related.’ Dust threw you that spider ring toy….and even if it was fake, you didn’t want that ‘little demon’ near you,” Cross retorted.

“Demon….,” I said sticking my tongue out, “At least they actually LOOK scary.”

“Suuuuure. Whatever,” Cross said rolling his eye lights before sipping on some chocolate milk.

I sighed happily, “Hey Cross…? Would you like a kiss?” He choked on his milk and had a coughing fit. After he calmed down, he looked at me completely shocked.

“W-What?! Seriously?!” He was completely dumbfounded. He always did have a crush secretly but for his crush to take him out (almost like a date….) then bluntly ask if he’d like to…t-to-

“Sure! I feel bad since I forced you to do this and I didn’t want you to feel left out…,” I said scooting closer, “I hope this is alright….” Cross was blushing so hard, he looked like a plum. He closed his eyes nervously and awaited the kiss….only to feel something placed on his lap. He opened his eyes to see a little cute basket filled with chocolates….specifically Hershey’s Kisses.

Cross blinked twice, “Huh?”

“Yeah….I uh instantly regretted making you treat me so I thought it would be fair if um….we’d just buy each other chocolates and call it even. I wasn’t sure what chocolates you like SPECIFICALLY….,” I rubbed the back of my neck, “So I texted Killer. He said that you loved kisses.” Cross stared at me for 3 whole minutes before bursting into laughter. “What…?”

“You….you heehee can be so innocent s-sometimes that it’s incredible haha,” He managed to say in between giggling. My confused face made him laugh more and I rolled my eyes, my ears burning from embarrassment. What am I not getting?

“Hmph! Stupid….,” I muttered with a pout. I opened a pocky box and took one out, letting it stick out my mouth. Cross noticed this and his soul skipped a beat.

He could hear what Killer would tell him if he were here now….

“This is your chance! Go for it!!!”

I noticed Cross had said something but I didn’t quite hear, “Sorry what was that?” I also noticed random Sakura petals started to fall (huh??? How the hell…? It’s SNOWING here how-?)

“I asked….if I could have some pocky as well,” Cross said grabbing my attention.

I shrugged, “Sure. Here….” I picked up the box and tilted it towards him. But he grabbed my wrist that held the box and gently pulled it away as he leaned forward. Before I could say anything, he bit off the one in my mouth and my lips grazed his teeth. We both melted and began kissing until we had to stop for air.

“Wow….that was….,” Cross began to say.

“Amazing,” I finished. I stared at him before turning away from his gaze, blushing ear to ear. Cross chuckled and kissed my cheeks.

“Heh….your blush is as pink as those Sakura petals. It’s so pretty~,” Cross said with his eyes shaped into hearts.

I grabbed his hands, “Y-yeah yeah….let’s just go home already.”

He smiled, “Sure….my little tsundere.”

I glared at him, “I heard that!” He just laughed as we left. I guess he wins this time around…..

Killer jumped up, “Ok they’re gone!” Horror came out of the snow while Dust got out of the tree that was above the bench.

“Finally I can stop throwing these damn petals….,” Dust said dropping the bucket of Sakura petals, “Where the hell did you even get these???”

Killer shrugged, “FlowerTale? I forget.”

Horror walked up to them, eating the leftover pocky, “Glad she didn’t notice me….so we got Cross.”

Killer nodded, “Now all we need is Nightmare!”

“Well we have to be fast….Fresh already got a point and Ink has two. We can’t let them win!” Dust said. The three nodded and ran off.

For a bit of context….I made a post about the love interests and them having rivals. Nightmare and Cross vs Fresh and Ink. Whoever scores 5 (or 10 idk yet) points will get my character’s heart (she can choose either just one of them or both from whoever wins). This is a big deal because this could also determine whether she stays with the Bad sanses or not and obviously they don’t want her to leave so everyone does their best to help Nightmare and Cross. (And no she has no clue what’s happening most of the time…)

[owo-shenanigans]

Hi! Can i request royal au prince!childe x princess!reader where they meet in a party and get bored so they run away

Yeah this is a cute idea! Thanks for the request, heehee. I’ll try to keep this GN, but bc you said princess I’ll use femme pronouns if need be. This takes place in the 18th-19th centuries, but without the sexism because I said so <3. Requests are open <3

Prince!Childe x Royal!Reader - escape

Word Count: 900

Childe swirled the wine in his glass, a blank expression on his face. He had a break from talking to sycophants, and was making the most of it in a back room. Every word out of their mouths was an irritation to him. He wasn’t even allowed to watch over his siblings- the royal babysitters in charge of keeping them away.

Because of course they couldn’t ruin the party by running up to Childe. After all, the party was a facade to find Childe a partner. His country was unstable, their trade routes repeatedly destroyed by storms for years now, and his parents were forced to rely upon his pretty face to save their country.

His grip on the glass tightened- and the glass shattered. Staring at his bleeding hand in muted shock, he carefully picked the glass shards out of his skin, discarding them onto the table. Just another rotten addition to an already rotten day.

“Are you… Alright?” An unfamiliar voice shook him from his staring, and he forced his gaze away from his bloody hand. “What am I saying,” they continued. “You’re bleeding from the hand. Do you need gauze?”

Without waiting for an answer, you began to rummage through the cabinets, finding a roll of bandages and sterilizer. Holding it out in a silent question, he answered by taking the items, sterilizing his own hand with the practiced ease of the eldest of several troublesome siblings.

“Thank you….” He trailed off, indicating that he needed your name. You flashed a smile and gave a half bow.

“Ah, my apologies. You may call me….” You trailed off yourself for a moment, your mind at work. You had been at this party to find a partner; preferably the first child of another royal family, as you were the third child of your parents. But you had no interest in looking for a partner, at the moment. With the last few years of your youth, you wanted to avoid the connotations of your royal title. Scrounging up the memories of the invitation, you settled on a lie.

“You may call me (Y/N). My parents required my help to cater the event, but as of now I am free to roam the party.”

Childe could tell that you were lying. No peasant would speak in such a refined manner, but he couldn’t tell why you were lying.

“You can call me Childe. I snuck in for the food.” He gave you a wink. You had been kind enough to help him with his hand; he didn’t want to get sick of you and your sycophantic ways when you found out who exactly he was. He would go back to the party, go back to finding a partner soon enough. For the moment…. He was curious. And bored.

 Unknown to the both of you, your reasons were similar, though not the same.

“However,” He continued, “The people at this party aren’t quite as wonderful conversationalists as I would have assumed of nobility. Tell me, (Y/N) - How would you like to go explore the town?”

If you were who you said you were, you likely would not have accepted. Yes, the man was handsome, but you would have been in a castle for a party for likely the first time in your life. However, as one from a royal family, you had very little experience with towns outside of chaperoned outings. Thus, you agreed with a lovely smile. “That sounds like a fine idea!”

Flashing you a smile in turn, he opened the door for you with a flourish, allowing you to leave first as he followed. You soon snuck out of the castle grounds, shushing each other each time a guard came near your hiding spots. Once you got out safely, he turned to you.

“So, my friend, where would you recommend we go? You are a local, after all.” He was testing you, to see if your lies were simply about how you got in or who you were as a person.

Fortunately for you, your carriage had taken a winding route, so all you had to do was recall things that you had seen before.

“I believe that I spotted a street cart on my walk here. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my coin purse with me.” You pursed your lips in annoyance, blinking rapidly when Childe tapped your nose.

“Don’t worry, my friend - I made sure to pack some food before we left. Can’t have an adventure on an empty stomach, now can we?”

Your face had reddened slightly at the nose tap, before you shook your head slightly to try and clear it. “Then, I believe I saw an advertisement for the carnival nearby. Would that not be fun?”

Childe’s eyes softened at that. “I remember my younger siblings wanted to go. Come, lead me to it.” His bossy tone rubbed you the wrong way, but the mention of his siblings tugged a smile out of you.

“I will.” You held your hand out to him, and after a moment of registering what you were doing, he took it with a soft smile.

(And that’s that! It was going on too long, so I decided to cut it here. If y’all want a continuation let me know! <3 It would cover the carnival.)