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crehador · 4 months
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KISE STREET RIVALS SKIN INCOMING
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danzafila · 1 year
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also probably controversial, but. i wish all the people who bitch incessantly about female PCs getting preferential treatment for once in the world of video games a very stfu
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sleptting · 1 year
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HII if you want you can draw me ( mika ) ! !
This is what I completed so farr gdhshshsus
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Levi: ARGH!!!
Mammon: what are we betting on is the problem now?
Asmo: 5 Grimm on an update getting delayed for an hour
Satan: 10 Grimm on he didn't get his fave out of the gacha
Levi: (running into the room) I just saw a naked Mc!
Mammon: (shocked) what?
Asmo: like they undressed in front of you or did you run into them in the bathroom
Levi: what does that matter!?
Asmo: big difference in context
Levi: it was an accident
Lucifer: what are you guys screaming for
Mammon: (jealous) he saw a naked Mc!
Asmo: what's even the big deal?
Satan: agreed, it isn't as rare as you think
Lucifer: (shocked) what?
Mammon: what do ya mean "not as rare as you think"!?
Asmo: I take regular bathes with them, without swimsuits of course♡
Satan: they saw all of us naked anyway what's the deal with seeing them naked?
Mammon: they what!? When!?
Mc: (hiding behind him) you always sleep naked and kick your blanket of and becausw I'm always tasked with waking you up, so honestly it was a matter of time
Mammon: (jumping up) surprise gremlin!
Mc: (pouting) rude
Lucifer: Mc who else saw you naked?
Mc: Belphie becausw he always clings onto me and Beel because I go running with him and the showers were blocked once where we had to share one
Lucifer: do we have to learn about anybody else?
Mc: (shrugging) I don't know I did lose my swimwear when we were swimming once, idk if someone saw me
Diavolo: (appearing out of nowhere) oh I did actually see that
Levi: what kind of Anime plot are we going through!?
Mc: why? I thought I was pretty much hidden
Diavolo: I was curious about where Barbatos was looking all the time, he did seem awfully distracted
Mc: add Diavolo and Barbatos to the list
Lucifer: (holding his face) how do you manage all of that?
Mc: no idea
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palioom · 4 months
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cavity search
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summary: javier has left your calls unanswered for more than two weeks, so you come up with a plan that will bring him right to you.
pairing: javier peña x f!reader
word count: 2.9k
warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; cavity search; anal fingering/play; vaginal fingering/fisting; some degradation (whore, puta); handcuffs; no knowledge about airport security before the 2000s
a/n: idk what i was on when i wrote this & i wish i remembered what inspired this // banners by @saradika
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Checking her purse for a final time in the taxi, she smiled, seeing the tiny package of coke hidden at the bottom of it, beneath the huge cellphone, makeup and perfume and her wallet.
The plan was stupid and risky. Trying to pretend to smuggle a little coke through airport security on a fake flight over to Cali. Just to get his attention? It was worth her money.
Though, there was no guarantee that Javier Peña would be sent over once they caught her. But she was willing to bet on it since he was supposed to be near the airport today - or so she’d heard.
Because even though he couldn’t stop telling her how much he loved fucking her while his cock was buried inside of her weeping pussy, he hadn’t answered her calls in more than two weeks. Sure, this was nothing more than a bit of fun on the side, but she sure was hurt and eager to have him again.
Eager and just a bit crazy enough to do this.
When the taxi stopped at the airport, she paid the driver with a smile before getting out, straightening her short skirt. 
He would love what she wore and she couldn’t wait to see his face.
The check-in was easy, twirling her boarding pass in her hands as she bit her lip. She could already feel herself get wet at the thought of him having to come here, not even entertaining the thought of them sending anyone else.
Taking out her cellphone, she pretended to make a call while going over to the security check, laughing and name-dropping some of Escobar’s associates. 
Gacha, the Ochoa’s, Escobar himself.
Pretending she knew about a dropoff, not caring who heard.
It was insane, seeing the reactions by the guards around her, noticing the whispers, one of them leaving while the other waved her over to inspect her now.
“Hasta luego.” She said, all sweet and confident, putting her phone back into her purse. Smiling at the man in front of her who urged her to put her heavy bag down.
He simply searched it, placing the contents onto the table. The phone, the makeup, her perfume.
And finally, the small bag of cocaine, looking at her with a raised brow while she just smiled innocently.
“I have no idea how that got in there.” She said as he put everything into the bag again, save for the drugs.
“Sígame, por favor.” Was all he replied to her, motioning for her to follow him, another officer already approaching her as well, flanking her.
This could go very wellor incredibly bad now, letting them lead her to a private room where she simply waited, anticipation setting her body on fire. She had to squeeze her legs together to try and get some friction, growing more and more horny by the minute, her hands cuffed to the middle of the table.
Then, the door opened, and in walked Javier Peña, his face going from serious to surprised and then back to serious, all while her smile grew bigger.
“Do you need me to stay with you, Agent Peña?” The officer asked.
Javier shook his head.
“I got it from here. She’s tied to Escobar so this is my jurisdiction.” He said to the officer who let him in, giving him a stern look when he hesitated for a moment but finally left them alone.
Just standing there, he let out an incredulous laugh, shaking his head.
“Fucking hell, chiquita.” He said, feeling angry but also incredibly impressed by her boldness, knowing just by her grin this had been a plan of some sort which seemed to be going incredibly well.
“Hello, Javi.” She replied, lips still stretched wide into a smile, but her eyes were filled with excitement and hunger. “Long time no see.”
Stepping closer, he placed his hands on the table, leaning over to her, no hint of amusement on his face.
“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, chiquita?” Oh, he was angry. Voice quiet but deadly. “You’re smuggling drugs now?”
She giggled at his question, batting her eyelashes at him with her cocky grin and shrugging her shoulders.
“You didn’t answer my calls, Javi.” 
His face fell for just a moment before he laughed, biting at his bottom lip and standing up straight. Towering over her as he rounded the table.
“You little puta.” Stopping next to her, she had to crane her head to look at him, his arms crossing in front of his chest, his biceps bulging in the short sleeved red shirt he wore. The smallest smirk curled his lips upward. “Getting arrested for what? Some dick? Is that really worth it to you?”
Again, she shrugged her shoulders. 
“You should take it as a compliment, Javier. I would if I was you.”
Her heart beat in her throat at the sight of him like this, wondering if he looked at his suspects the same way he looked at her right now.
“How’d you even know they’d call me?” 
“I didn’t, I just hoped they would.”
What a clever, crazy little thing. Who was insane enough to buy a cheap flight and get a baggy of drugs just because their calls hadn’t been answered in a while?
Her, apparently. And somehow, he liked it.
Javier sighed, thinking this whole thing over. Something about this had him half hard in his jeans already, the thought of her desperate pussy enough to get him going.
Maybe he could pull this through, just go along with her little game. But it would just give her what she wanted, wouldn’t it?
Reaching for the cuffs, he unlocked them, surprising her. He wouldn’t just let her go like this, would he? How would he explain this to anyone?
“Get up, looks like I gotta do a cavity search.” He said, tone flat, like he was bored, like this was routine to him. Just another workday. Meanwhile it got her going, eyes widening just a little, gaze dark. “Pretty girls like you don’t just hide a couple of grams in their purse, strip.”
Blinking up at him, her mouth fell open at the direct orders, just slightly and he had to chuckle at her dumbfounded look. She clearly hadn’t expected this.
“C’mon, I don’t like to repeat myself. Get your ass up and strip.”
His tone had her get up quickly, her hands moving to her skirt, opening the zipper at the side. As she let it fall to the floor he took his time to pat her down, first moving over her sides, really squeezing at her waist and hips before moving up again, stepping behind her. She gasped when he cupped her breasts through her clothes, maybe just a little too hard.
He had to make sure she didn’t hide anything, after all.
“You take your job very seriously.” The sarcastic remark earned her another squeeze, harder this time. “There’s nothing there, Peña.”
He grinned, letting go of her and taking a step back, watching her strip out of her underwear, the black, lacy panties landing on the floor, her ass exposed to him.
The air in the room felt cold without anything on, shivering just a little as she waited for his next orders, excited and dripping wet already.
She didn’t expect to feel the cold metal of his handcuffs on her ankle, tying her to the leg of the table on one side before he roughly took her other ankle and attached it to the other side with the pair he had taken from the table, forcing her to bend over it, fully exposed to him.
It was quiet, only their breaths softly echoing off the walls, and she just waited for him to touch her, clenching around nothing at the thought of his rough hands all over her body and pussy.
Then, he moved around her, appearing in her field of vision and going to a smaller table standing in the corner, grabbing the box of gloves standing on it. Her breath hitched in her throat but he only looked back at her with a raised brow.
“You really thought I’d search you without these?” He asked, placing the box down on the table in front of her, taking one out before he moved behind her again.
She turned her head to look at him, watching as he put on the bright blue glove, just the sound making her whimper.
“Usually we find drugs placed in someone’s ass, so I guess I’ll start there, huh?” His non-gloved hand pressed her flat onto the surface, laying between her shoulder blades, her ass perfectly sticking out for him. “Or do you want to admit to something before I start?”
She shook her head firmly, gasping loudly when she felt his fingers spread her cheeks before he spit onto her asshole, hearing him laugh at her strangled moan. 
One finger pressed against the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a moan from her as it slipped inside. This was far from the first time he had put his thick fingers inside of her ass, but the situation just made the sensation feel so much better.
“Where did you even get them?” He asked almost casually as he spread her open, pushing his finger in and out of her carefully.
She moaned, fingers curling into the hard metal surface of the table, biting her lip.
“Friend of a friend, owed me a favour.” She responded, breathless.
“Fucking hell, chiquita.” He muttered, carefully adding a second finger.
A moan slipped past her lips, her own hand coming up to cover her mouth, muffling her noises while he scissored his fingers, opening her wider.
God, he was thorough in his inspection.
“Hid them pretty well, bebesita.” Javier said, pushing his fingers in all the way to the knuckle, wiggling them around and laughing at the strangled noises that left her. “But I suppose your ass is empty.”
Pulling his fingers out, he sighed, the sound of latex snapping appearing behind her before the crumpled glove landed on the table next to her and he took a new one.
“Wish it wasn’t.” She mumbled, cheek pressed into the cold metal, looking back at him. The sharp smack of his hand on her ass echoed in the room, making her cry out before she bit into her closed fist. It was a nice feeling, the pain bleeding into pleasure, his fingers now rubbing against the sopping entrance of her pussy.
“You really get off on this, don’t you?” He chuckled, pressing two fingers into her without warning, making her squirm and try to adjust her stance. “Me searching your ass? That’s what you wanted, didn’t you? Getting your ass searched and then your pretty pussy?”
She gripped his fingers tight, still pumping in and out of her, stretching her open, his words only turning her on more.
“I can feel your pussy answering me, bebesita, but I need an answer from you for the record.” Scissoring his fingers, she moaned into her hand, her eyes closing. 
“Yes.” She breathed out, whining when he pressed a third finger in, the stretch bringing that sweet pain with it that she loved. “That’s what I wanted, yes!”
He chuckled, his hand between her shoulder blades pressing down harder as he leaned onto it, his fingers knuckle deep inside of her.
“Must’ve hidden them pretty well, still can’t find a damn thing, chiquita.” 
She felt so close already, his gloved fingers stroking along her inner walls expertly, her knees beginning to wobble.
“Javi- Mhmm, ‘m good at hiding things.” Her words came out slurred and incoherent, biting down into her fist harder.
His brow raised at her words, curling his fingers.
“So you do have something hidden here?” He asked with a grin, stroking along that good spot of hers again and again, watching as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Did you just admit that you do, chiquita?”
Her orgasm took her by surprise, knocking all air out of her lungs as she pulsed around his fingers, moaning against her fist, feeling the intense waves reach every part of her body as she shook on the table.
But he didn’t stop, using the gush of wetness to work another finger into her, paying close attention to how she squirmed and moaned at the feeling, eyes closed in bliss. This was new for either of them, but she seemed to enjoy the stretch.
“Gonna have me put my whole hand up your pussy to get it?” 
She was already dripping down his hand and the inside of her thighs, wetting his watch as he kept pumping in and out, four fingers inside of her.
He wondered if she could take his whole fist, in awe of how tight she was around his fingers but also how much she could fit already.
Greedy thing.
“Hope it was worth doing this, bebesita.” He rasped, watching her twitch from the overstimulation, some tears in the corners of her eyes. “Making me fist your tight pussy, think you can take all of it, baby?”
She nodded, unsure if she could take it but wanting to try, the sensation of four fingers already bordering on too much.
“Can take it, can take it.” The words were still slurred, her mind hazy as he worked her open wider. Feeling so full, so nice and stretched open.
“You better, for getting me out here, making sure you don’t have any more drugs hidden anywhere.”
Javier felt like he could cum from this alone, easing the rest of his hand into her slowly after a minute or two, stopping his moments as she let out a strangled moan, both trying to escape from him while also backing into his hand, now inside of her all the way to the wrist.
“Fuck, look at that.” A low whistle accompanied his words before he chuckled. “Taking my whole hand and there’s no drugs hidden anywhere, just wanted me to fist you. Did two weeks really get you that desperate?”
She was right at the edge again, feeling that familiar tug while the stretch threatened to overwhelm her, tears running down her cheek and onto the table.
Couldn’t believe just how full she was, thinking about how huge his hand was. Feeling the cool metal of his watch against her pussy.
“So desperate to get searched by a DEA agent, all because I didn’t have time for you, bebesita. You filthy thing.”
Tensing his fist inside of her, he pushed her over, her entire body convulsing and daring to just collapse if he didn’t press her down onto the table with the hand not currently buried inside of her. Not a single thing was in her head as she rode out her orgasm, boneless and unable to produce much noise.
Just too overwhelmed with the foreign feeling, the slight pain and the pleasure. The fullness. Reaching places inside of her she didn’t thought were possible to reach.
Javier let her ride out the waves before slowly, carefully removing his hand from her, more of her juices dripping over his forearm, over his watch. Utterly in awe of what she had done, suddenly unwilling to simply let her go.
“Nothing.” He said with a hint of disappointment, stripping the glove off of his hand, throwing it to the other one. “A desperate whore and a liar.”
She felt spent, barely registering his hand running along her pussy lips as he knelt down, admiring his work. Pretty and wide for him, he just had to have her.
Not here, though. Javier uncuffed her from the table and helped her sit down on the chair, letting her catch her breath.
“Think I gotta investigate you more thoroughly, chiquita.” He threw the gloves in the trash before coming back to help her get dressed, seeing just how fucked out the was. That would be hard to explain, but he was sure he would find a way.
After all, Javier was good at talking himself out of things.
“Guess you know more about Escobar than I thought you did.” 
She weakly smiled back at him, her hand on his shoulder when he helped her stand, pulling up her skirt. Still wobbly, but giggling at least.
“You can search me all you want, you won’t find a thing. I’m just too good.” There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, her fingers curling into his shoulder. “I’d love to see you try, though.”
He shook his head, painfully aware of his hard dick straining against his jeans.
No matter how pissed he had been at the beginning of this, he certainly did not feel any of that anger anymore. Impressed with her whole idea and fucking horny because of her.
“Then let’s go and continue this in private, I’m sure I can get you to talk somehow.” He joked, moving behind her to cuff her wrists with a smirk. “The DEA doesn’t have to know about my methods, do they?”
She nodded, trying to look like he hadn’t just shoved his entire fist inside of her, stumbling a little.
“Maybe you can do a more thorough cavity search, Agent Peña.” A giggle left her at the sharp inhale behind her, looking at him over her shoulder. “I could still have something hidden up my ass, you know.”
Oh, she really was crazy.
In a way, he really was glad to have not called her back in so long.
How else would they have found out that she can take much more than just his dick?
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dallyfae · 2 months
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-> BAKER, BAKER, I’LL MAKE IT BETTER! (II)
It was a game of cute cookies. Was is the keyword.
cw: obsession, ooc behavior, dark setting. scopophobia (idk a part of it has many eyes)
- note: hello, im back. disclaimer, idk much about the story, im not up to date. i also forgot about it too. my writing is very rusty by the way.
edit: i forgot to put part one in so uh— heres the link
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The game had updated, and it had patched up the glitches and the absurd amounts of gems you had. It was back to miserable hours. It was fun while it lasted, you supposed. Even though you wanted to gacha soon, but you missed the opportunity.
You did not know how many times you had came back to this game, checking whether or not you could get an ancient, or even a legendary.
Alas, it was the same— nothing.
You were practically the only one who had no ancient nor legendary to this day. How long has it been? Years? Could be, you remember playing this game when it first got released.
It felt like the game was telling you that you were not worth it for ancient and legendary cookies to come home to you.
You sighed, uninstalling the game once again. There wasn’t much to do, anyway. You didn’t have the energy to grind back the crystals.
You knew you shouldn’t feel this sad. It was just a game. A game of luck to get the cool and pretty, rare characters. But you were never one for luck. You barely got lucky. Was this so much to ask for?
So much for getting anything without a catch. You scoffed.
Maybe it was more some of the cookies were your favourites.
It was getting late, so you head to bed.
Maybe your eyes were getting heavy with sleep, but you could have sworn you uninstalled CRK…
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As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a dreamscape, or so you thought.
The building in front of you has a castle feeling. It looked familiar, but at the same time you couldn’t put a finger on it. There were creatures that looked like desserts? Was that a dog made of cake? You couldn’t tell.
Although you woke facing the castle, you felt a twist in your stomach, the sudden feeling of anxiety racking up. Would it be wrong to turn away from the place if you felt something is terribly wrong?
It felt too real to be a lucid dream too.
You got up on your feet, immediately noticing that something was indeed, very wrong. Looking down on your appearance, you noticed that your body has become….flat. Like a cookie. You don’t have your fingers or toes anymore. As if you had the appearance of a gingerbread cookie.
And the clothes? You have an apron, that’s something. Cottage clothes. Were you a cozy looking cookie or something?
You looked up at the sky, it was dark, dead at night. No sounds coming from the big kingdom place either. And no….cookies in sight. Only the sounds of crickets and occasional barking from the cake dogs.
But you felt like you were going to trespass. Maybe you should head the other way and into the forest.
You wobbly walked on your flat feet, having to use the trees as a support, but even then you still struggled with your cookie appearance. This dream was weird.
As you tried to make your first step, you heard rustling behind you.
“Ah, a lost cookie? I am confused as to why you’re going to the forest…It is dangerous out there,” you turned around.
A blonde-haired cookie, wearing what seemed to be a healer’s robes— it’s Pure Vanilla Cookie. His eyes were closed as usual, though his facial expression furrowed with concern.
“Come, the kingdom’s safer for you,” without waiting for your response, Pure Vanilla had already grabbed your arm and began to walk you to the kingdom.
It may be hard to look at it without fingers, but the grip Pure Vanilla had on you was tight— as if he didn’t want to let go of you.
You did not question it however, even though you felt like you should. Instead, you kept quiet, feeling anxious as Pure Vanilla continued to escort you into the kingdom.
He took you to a cookie house— his cookie house, where he took a look and checked if you had any injuries.
“Seems like you’re fine!” he chirped. “Feel free to stay and make yourself at home!”
You watched as the healer cookie headed to the kitchen, leaving you to sit down on the couch, resting your biscuit legs.
“Ah— wait,” you heard him coming back to you. “May I know the name of you?”
You hitched your breath. You did not have any cool names to call yourself. And you have no idea on said cool names either.
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as Pure Vanilla gave a soft chuckle.
“It was a jest,” he said. “I know you, you’re Baker Cookie.”
You noticed how his tone changed to a strained voice, almost like he sounded excited. Maybe it was just you.
In the end, you decided to just go along with Pure Vanilla, getting used to being here. You seemed to notice that Pure Vanilla sounded like he was holding back, hearing his voice quivering and his shaking hands hovering over you.
But you did not seem notice his strange behaviour. You thought it was his personality after all, not knowing the abnormality since you didn’t get him in the gacha.
It was when you were heading to bed when you realised something was wrong with Pure Vanilla.
He seemed so adamant to make you sleep on his bed, so you were huddled up in his blankets like a cocoon.
However, it was his staff that creeped you out, or the eye of it, that looked so similar to the ones on the walls, surrounding you completely.
Realistic eyes, staring at you, unblinking. They never did harm, they were just��.staring. Now, you know you don’t have the healer cookie in your account, but you were certain that he does not have this ability, at all.
You felt shivers down your spine. On one hand, you should head to Pure Vanilla for help.
…On the other hand, you feel like you should leave completely.
…Wait, why can’t you wake up? This is a dream, right?
You would pinched yourself, but the lack of fingers and being a cookie is hard to do that, and risk breaking a part of you.
But the eyes were starting to creep you out. You took short breaths to calm yourself, but it was not enough. You need to go to Pure Vanilla, or l e a v e.
You carefully got up from the bed, trying to ignore the eyes tracking every movement you did.
Now that you think about it, the house sounded a little too quiet for your liking. Did Pure Vanilla head off somewhere? He is a healer, maybe it’s his job calling for him.
As you head to the living room, you took a look outside through the window. There were cookies going about their day in the kingdom, cookies you knew and recognised. Espresso, Rye, Parfait, Sorbet, Knight, Princess.
You decided to sit on the cushioned chair, feeling relaxed, being away from the eyes in Pure Vanilla’s bedroom.
Maybe….just one nap won’t hurt. You feel tired from everything that’s happening, after all.
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Hours had passed, and Pure Vanilla had returned home to see you napping on the couch. His beloved companions on the walls must have scared you. But it was for your own safety, after all.
Although…he couldn’t believe it worked. The magic had easily breezed through the defenses of the tech walls, and it had been way too easy since you were asleep when he dragged you in here.
Breaking through the void was easy, getting you was easy. It was like it was destined to happen…!
The cookies were hard at work, even during the night. Although you seemed like you were fine with the current layout of your kingdom, leaving it as it is, they think it was not enough. They wanted to build a special house for their Baker, as it had been so long since you checked in on them.
Though, the cookies you had— mainly your party, were not on friendly terms with Pure Vanilla, which the healer could understand. You did leave because you were too unlucky on that dreaded oven to even get cookies like him, or Hollyberry.
They all could feel your passion wither away, never wanting to continue ever again, until Pure Vanilla straight up kidnapped you.
It was the one thing Pure Vanilla did right, bringing you here.
Now…Pure Vanilla could begin righting the wrong. He was here, wasn’t he? He came home, just like you wanted.
He made it better, and he wanted you to feel better. He wanted to soothe the pain away, to swat off all the bad influences that affected your mind, that made you insecure.
So don’t worry a thing. Don’t panic when you realised this wasn’t a dream, and that you have no way to return back home. Why should you? Your home was right here. Don’t think Pure Vanilla stupid, when he saw how your life was not going so well through the screen.
It can be fun being a cookie.
So, don’t. You. Worry.
He’ll make it better, Baker.
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A/N: heyooo, part 2 here. I know it’s a bit dark, and OOC. I did warn you.
anyways uh…..yeah, pure vanilla is home, yippee. not in my account sadly but in this fanfic. projection be real.
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riddles-fiddles · 8 months
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Can we get the dorm leaders reaction to s/o telling them that Twisted wonderland is a game in her world? She gave them plenty of proof and even showed them the game on her phone.
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Riddle's confused and extremely intrigued from this piece of information
Though he's more on the confused side of things. He's not so acquainted with technology so it's a hard time for him to discern what's true or fake
And honestly, your claims are so absurd it easily slips on his side as a prank. He'll be polite and look interested the whole time, but his brain is racing against time to make reason of it all
"Cater always tells me about this 'effects' things you can add to photos and there are plenty apps for image manipulation"
Dismisses all the proof you show him as a very dedicated prank of yours, because how could he be merely an AI when he very much feels very alive? Bullshit.
He lays down on his bed for a few nights with a deep sense of dread, being unable to sleep from all the doubt that creeps on his mind. He wants to believe that it's all just a lie, but what if it isn't?
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Sleeps through half your essay about how everything he knows is a lie, growing in boredom as you stubbornly shove evidence, talking like some scientist presenting a thesis
Honestly half your argument has already gone through his head at some point so he's not truly impressed
Plays it cool saying you're gone nuts and that all this magic stuff fried your brain
"Geez easy now herbivore, nothing you're blabbering about makes sense", and he looks absolutely unnafected, shrugging it off
He can't help but dwell on it for some time though, but he'll never show it on your face or hesitate for even a moment in front of anyone
No, you are the crazy one, he's very much real. His pain is real, or else all the things he feels deeply rooted on his heart wouldn't hurt this much... right?
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At first he's skeptical and scoffs off at your attempts at making his mind around your little antics
He's got the mind of a businessman, he's not falling for such childish pranks, no matter how well made that photoshopped image looks. Oh, wait, it's an app? Well, you're probably just teaming up with Idia to piss him off
His interest is piqued the moment he sees the cards with his face, and as you tell him it's a gacha game, his features light up for a fraction of a second - but then he remembers that you're trying to shove some absurd nonsense down his throat. No, it's not the time for profit thinking
Though you sure did gave him an idea, and he'll be sure to talk it out to Idia some other time
Azul keeps on a composed and rational feeling to him, one he pridefully shows to everyone around him, but he's got his insecurities and doubts, and now you just sparkled something inside his heart
He can't quite grasp it, but it always leaves him choking and uncomfortable, something alike to fear and anxiety, something he used to feel when he was the pathetic little octopus with too much time alone
For the first time after many years, he finds himself pondering about life, questioning everything he knows, a sense of dread tugging at the confines of his mind. He didn't like to think that maybe you were right, that everything he might have experienced was nothing but a cruel lie
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Kalim can't quite grasp the concept of his existence being literally a video game, but he's the first one to not treat it like a joke
He's very interested on everything you says naturally, but he's very impressed to know that there's a game where he is a character!
"But... y/n, how could I be a literal game character when I'm right in front of you? Doesn't that mean that you are ficitional as well?"
He laughs light-hearted, taking things surprisingly well - because he can't understand he's not truly real. No matter how many screenshots you show, his wiki page, his cards, not even playing through the whole Scarabia arch will suffice to convince him
He just thinks you're a very talented person who made the game as some kind of diary or something, being inspired by everything that happened in Night Raven College
Eventually Kalim just convinces you to brush your point off, seeing how happy and entertained he looked. Maybe it's for the best to just allow him to eat up that lie
You wouldn't want to make Kalim sad now, would you?
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Vil looks at you like you have just insulted his whole bloodline and then threw all his makeup on his face
Stands there in awkward silence, processing all the information and carefully picked proof, snatching your phone to look through it
By the end of this tense moment, he shakes his head, laughing out as if finally understanding that everything was merely a joke.
But you don't laugh back, instead looking him dead in the face
Vil's unsettled by everything, from the way you look at him and the new, hard to swallow information
He asks you to go to therapy and says that he'll be more than happy to accompany you, sincerely worried about you
He doesn't want to believe the things you showed him, so just like the others, he'll just settle on the idea of you playing a prank on him for the sake of his own mental health.
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Idia.exe has stopped working
"I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouts out once he snaps out of his paralyzed processation so loudly you're sure everyone at NRC could hear him
He looks mortified and equally thrilled as he goes on blabbering about some underground government bullshit
Red and blue pill kinda shit, you know? Talks about simulations and how he dreamed saw the walls around his room glitch for a moment while gaming (he's sleep deprived)
Shut him up or else he'll be wailing in his fake existence and talking to you about some conspirational theories he formulated with the source of his own brain
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Malleus is eerily silent as you present him with all the information you have, a perfect display of your confidence and everything that just fell right like puzzle pieces
When you're done and looks up at him, expecting an answer, he stares back, his emerald eyes deep and piercing, silently rummaging through your features though his gaze made you feel like he was reaching directly for your soul
"I know," he responds simply, an amused smile creeping between his lips
With a nod of farewell, he turns on his heels and simply leaves, unbothered to give any kind of explanation
Malleus leaves you with an existential crisis, hanging where you stood without understanding a thing
He knows? How can he know? Is he programmed to say that? Is he truly an IA?
You're not sure and will never be, because Malleus never gives you an answer eveytime you poke at the matter, simply smiling warmly before resuming to his tasks
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ogh-rambles · 1 year
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Rewriting Fate - Prologue
Prologue (You're here!) > Chapter 1
warnings? a little curse here and there, otherwise none
— In which you get isekai’d into your gacha hell, only to get sent to the past. A past where a doll dons a more innocent spirit.
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(You have no idea what just happened to you or what you did to end up here, but one thing’s for certain… This isn’t your bedroom.)
One second you were on Genshin Impact, going about your weeklies and crossing off your commissions in Inazuma. The next you’ve blacked out (which you don’t remember doing so), head spinning as you come to, bleary eyes greeted by a cloudless starry sky.
With the shock yet to hit, you’re left gingerly cradling your throbbing head as you collect yourself from the grassy floor.
“What the hell… Just happened?” You mumble to yourself, eyes flickering around to attempt to gain at least a little grip of your surroundings. 
A few arm lengths in front of you, waves of water lap gently against sand, the shore stretching out as far as your eye could see before it curves off into the distance.
You grimace.
Alone. Lost. Confused. On an unknown island? That was a thriller movie in the makings if you’ve ever heard one.
What was even better was that you could hear the faint sound of someone crying. Soft… barely-there sobs of mourning echoed from within what looked like a cave you hadn’t noticed before. An otherworldly glow seemed to flood out of the wide opening, blanketing the surrounding rocks in a sheen of blue.
“...ome… ba…” The voice being too faint to hear, you failed to catch a single word.
As much as you absolutely hated the idea of someone else being on this island with you, a twinge of guilt in you stopped you from getting up and leaving to wherever else that wasn’t… here. 
With a controlled sigh, you began to head over to the disembodied cries, frowning when they weren't getting louder the closer you moved towards where you thought they were coming from.
Reaching the opening in a few long strides, you almost fall over as you inspect the contents of the supposed cave.
Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what you are looking at.
“There’s no fucking way.”
(A… domain? Were you dreaming?)
You hastily slap yourself on the face, albeit a bit harder than you had anticipated. Cursing and pressing a tender hand against the stinging pain, you quickly determine that you are… definitely… not dreaming. 
Redirecting your attention back to the domain, you notice that the doors swing slightly ajar. Your expression sours at the implication it brings.
Since nothing was here but the domain, the crying seemed to be coming from inside the domain, in which the domain’s doors are open… You sigh, shifting nervously from foot to foot. This person was either beyond the door, or you were dealing with a rather quiet ghost.
Well. You had only one life so you should live it to the fullest right? 
(No, you lummox. You don’t just jump into the nearest magical door because you want to spice your life up.)
As you make your way closer to the doors, they appear to automatically start opening up wider, allowing you to see into the limitless starry vacuum you had always found staring back at you as you did your artifact runs.
(The sorrowful weeping grows louder and louder and you decide to put curiosity over hesitation. Whether that was a good idea or not, you were about to find out.)
Closing your eyes tight and setting your face – you step into the domain.
Before you have a moment to regret everything, almost immediately you hear the doors close behind you with a feeble clunk and (thankfully) a solid floor graces your feet.
Slowly opening your eyes, you’re faced with a beautiful Japanese-inspired interior, sunlight (or more like what you think is sunlight) filtering through bright vermillion maple leaves. It spills out onto the brittle hardwood floors, filling the room with an ethereal glow. 
The place is intricate and… and oddly familiar to you. 
(Perhaps it could be a one-time domain? You think to yourself.)
You usually forget them over-time, so you wouldn’t be surprised if this one was as well.
“No… Come back… Come back…” You flinch, finally remembering (and hearing) why you were here. “Why did you leave me…?”
(The voice is one that you’ve definitely heard before. But where from? Who was it? And why was your chest twisting and churning ever so painfully?)
You follow the whispering begs to a passageway next to the room. Carefully clambering over a steady wooden container you deemed fit for kneeling on, you peer into the hallway through a paneless window.
You almost fall off the box in shock.
(It’s… Kunikuzushi. Scaramouche. The Wanderer? Either way it’s him and you don’t know how to feel as you watch him pitifully curl into himself, arms gripping onto his sleeves.)
His head is facing you but his eyes are shut tight, a lone tear escaping every now and again, and you think you feel a pang in your chest once more. You can’t bring yourself to look away and.. Oh?
Oh.
Your eyes meet.
(Shit.)
tags! @0rah-s 🫣
a/n; i tried not to write too much for the prologue, i know most of you guys want to get straight to meeting kuni gahahahg
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dustofthedailylife · 11 months
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Lost And Found
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Pairing: Welt x (gn!) Reader
Summary: You meet your old childhood friend and crush again unexpectedly and feelings you thought you had long forgotten begin to resurface.
Tags: Fluff, Jarilo-VI story spoilers, childhood friends to lovers, Reader is implied to have known Welt when they were still young so they're about the same age here
A/N: I am on my knees begging for Welt to come home, and he refuses to come home, so I'm offering this fic as a sacrifice to the gacha gods. This is also my first HSR fic! Jing Yuan will probably be the next one I write something for... he is living rent-free in my head atm :3
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You were standing in line at the street kiosk for a coffee-to-go and a granola bar. Like every morning before you headed to work. Or whatever your work was, now that the Stellaron was gone. There already had been a huge amount of layoffs lately and you expected that it wouldn’t be long anymore until they would lay you off as well.
It was cold today, nothing unusual on Jarilo-VI, but you felt like it had gotten warmer, even if it was still very minuscule and barely noticeable. 
One glance at today’s newspaper revealed yet another Stellaron headline. Nothing surprising.
Silvermane Guards push back on the Stellaron Corruption further. Supreme Guardian Bronya supports the underground with the delivery of rations and supplies.
You heard some strangers from afar had come here and managed to achieve, within a bit more than a week, what people on this planet failed to do for hundreds of years. Something you failed to help with as well, despite coming here for research on the topic yourself.
“Good morning!” The barista greeted you. “The usual?”
“The usual. Thank you.” You nodded with an honest smile. 
Once served and paid, you clutched your hands around the cup to warm your hands on the steaming hot liquid. 
The brew here could hardly be called coffee when comparing it to the one on Earth, but for what it was worth it made do. All it needed to achieve was giving you a small energy boost and some warmth after all.
Walking further down the street you spotted a lot of new faces. Ever since you’ve been here the underground had been sealed, now that it was back open it was definitely great to see the streets bustling with life again. It gave you hope that things would finally take a turn for the better on this planet. 
Maybe that meant it was time for you to leave soon as well. You had no concrete plans on where to go next yet. But essentially as always, you’d just go wherever the stars would carry you.
Lost in thought you didn’t notice how the person in front of you had stopped walking, causing you to bump into them and spill the entire cup of your tastebud-offending coffee over their coat and yourself. 
Just fantastic.
“Shit, I’m so sorry. It was my bad, I should have–”
You frantically took out a handkerchief and tried to dry the clothes of the man in front of you, until he suddenly took hold of your hand, forcing you to halt your ministrations.
At that moment he questioningly called your name.
Startled by the strange yet familiar voice, you flicked your eyes up to the face of the man you had just run into. And without a shadow of a doubt; it was him. 
His friendly brown eyes still exuded the same comforting warmth as they did all those years ago. Something you thought you’d never see again in this lifetime. Not after he left Earth.
“Welt?” You carefully inquired despite being sure that the man standing in front of you was him. Your childhood best friend. The boy you had the biggest, most mind-numbing, and toe-curling crush on back in the day.
“So it really is you!” He huffed in disbelief with a wide smile and an excited sparkle in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“Neither did I after you left…”
You paused for a moment to take in his features. He had become old, without a doubt, but he was still as handsome as you remembered. You dare say, it made him look even more handsome than he already was back in the day. Maturity certainly suited him.
“Let's get you a new coffee, shall we?” He points out after both you and he just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity without uttering a word. 
"Oh, uh. There is no need. It was my own fault for not paying attention and bumping into you.."
"Please, I insist! Even if it’s just for old times' sake. Although you might have to lead me to a Café since I'm unfamiliar with this city. If you still wish to take me with you in my coffee-stained state, that is…"
He looked at the mess on both his and your clothes before laughing.
But who were you to say no to an old friend? Who, after all this time, still seemed to effortlessly make your heart beat an octave higher.
"I have to warn you though. Don't expect too much from the coffee here. It tastes like hot dishwater at best."
"Well, maybe I like dishwater if I can enjoy it with an old friend?"
After you arrived at one of your favorite Cafés, he led you to one of the tables and pulled out a chair for you, waiting until you sat down. Flustered by the chivalrous gesture you avoided eye contact and waited until he sat down as well before looking at his face again.
Soon after, the conversation with him just kept flowing and it felt as if you hadn't been apart for even a day. Talking to him felt as natural and calming as you remember it. At the same time, it made you painfully aware of how much you had actually missed him.
"Hey, that reminds me, I haven't even asked yet, but what brings you here?"
"Oh, right. My crew and I were responsible for the Stellaron incident." He explained.
Figures. You could've expected that it was him who was responsible for resolving the crisis on this planet the moment you found him again.
“I’m not surprised.” You chuckled. “You mentioned a crew?”
“Yes. We travel together on the Astral Express to planets with Stellaron activity.”
“So you’re essentially the Guardians of the Galaxy?” You joke.
“Something like that.” He laughed as the corner of his eyes crinkled upwards. “Travelling feels great again. When Himeko found me–”
“Himeko?” You inquired a bit too quickly as soon as you felt a pang in your chest when he dropped the name. You tried to stop yourself from doing so but it seemed like finding your old friend again made feelings resurface you thought you had long buried and forgotten. Of course, he too had moved on with his life after so long. It would’ve surprised you if he wouldn’t have found a partner, especially with how handsome he was and still is.
“Is she your wife?” You carefully speculated while trying your hardest not to look hurt by the consideration that she might be.
“Who? Himeko? No… god, no. We’re just colleagues. Friends at most.”
A wave of relief washed over you. Was it stupid to be relieved that he wasn’t in any relationship just for your own selfish reasons? Most likely. It’s not like he’d stay here with you or take you with him all of a sudden. And you shouldn’t expect him to do so either.
Your subconscious feelings were hard to suppress though. No matter how hard you tried.
“What can I get you two lovebirds?” The waitress asked when she arrived at your table with a sweet smile.
“Oh, uh, we’re not–”
“I’ll take just a normal cup of coffee. Black, two pieces of sugar please.” Welt interrupted entirely unphased and not in any rush to correct the waitress about her wrong assumption of your relationship status. He smiled and threw you a glance out of the corner of his eyes as he spoke, seemingly amused by your probably undeniably flustered state.
With a heavily beating heart, you simply ordered the same as him while trying not to sound too out of breath. Not that you were capable of thinking about coffee when your mind was racing at the speed of light.
“I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet, that you look just as stunning as I remember.” He complimented as soon as the two were back alone. 
Was he trying to kill you?
“Oh, uhm.” You cleared your throat, feeling how your face had started to burn up. “Thank you. I could say the same about you.”
The wait for your coffee would be excruciatingly slow at this rate. Where were you supposed to look or what were you supposed to say now? 
Every ability to converse like a normal human being flew right out the window the moment he complimented you. Lucky for you he seemed to have enough to talk about, so he kept the conversation flowing by telling you about what he had been up to since you last saw each other.
“Anyway, that’s enough about me. What have you been up to all this time?”, he asked as soon as the waitress served your coffee.
“Oh… I actually came here for the Stellaron myself, so I’m basically jobless now thanks to you and your crew.” You chuckled as you took a sip from the coffee. The dark brown bitter liquid enveloped your tastebuds and made you cringe for a brief moment. You would never get used to the dishwater they dare to call coffee here.
“I’ll have to see where I’ll go now. I have no concrete plans or goals. But probably trying to find another planet that might need my help.” You ascertained after a brief pause.
“Why don’t you come with us?”
Taken aback by the unexpected and sudden proposal you started choking on your coffee as soon as he had finished speaking. Despite the butterflies that made themselves known in the pit of your stomach you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Simultaneously feeling both hope and old feelings started to bloom inside of your chest once more.
“I’m sorry. I know it might be quite a rash proposal. But it seems we share the same ideals and I thought you would be a great addition to the crew.” He paused and took a sip from his cup, awaiting your answer.
“I–I… Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll come with you.” You reply which elicited a smile and, what you assumed was, a quiet sigh of relief from him.
“I’m glad. There is so much I still wish to tell you.”
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mendessi · 1 year
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I see you haven't been active in a while but I'm asking a million people if you could please write a Javi Pena fic where the reader gets injured while they're on a job and he like feels something is wrong or something like that thanks
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bambi | javier peña
pairing: javier peña x fem!reader
summary: you assist peña and carillo in tulo to bring gacha down but end up getting hit before the job is finished
word count: 4.4k
warnings: canon-typical violence, season 1 narcos spoilers (go watch it already wyd), kind of established relationship already, angst?, mention of death (reader does not die), tender!javi, maybe more am not sure yet, there is def a little backstory before jumping into the main part
minors dni
You had been in Colombia for almost two years and had fought your way into the position you were in. Tooth and nail, one might add. Being a woman in this line of work, in this day and age was not easy in the slightest bit. You busted your ass in school and in training just to earn a spot in the DEA, even harder to get the approval to be sent to Colombia. Even with your father having a higher up position in the DOJ, it still wasn't easy and you didn't expect it to be.
The introduction of narcotics into the United States wasn't easy on you considering one of your closest childhood friends had overdosed on their birthday trip to Miami that you were on. There was no indication that she had even consumed any drugs let alone enough to OD on, but it happened anyways and when you found her the next morning it destroyed nearly everything in you.
You were always destined to work for the Department of Justice, but something in you shifted after the death of your friend. Once the war on drugs had been declared you knew exactly where you needed to be.
Your bags were packed within an hour of receiving the call of your relocation assignment and exactly twenty four hours later you were on a flight to Bogota, Colombia to meet your new bosses at the embassy.
There was barely any time for you to set your bags down before you were asked to meet Noonan at the embassy. You weren't set to begin work for another week so you could officially move to Medellín and settle down, but there were a few papers you needed to sign to solidify your acceptance of the job.
He remembers it clear as day, the second he saw you walking into the embassy. Hair tied into a ponytail, curly pieces framing your face sweetly. A powder blue button up was tied into a knot paired with light wash jeans that weren't too tight, but were just the right amount of loose, white sneakers on your feet. His eyes followed your every step as you shook Noonan's hand outside her office door, the smile on your face brightening the room. His stomach twisted at the thought of someone like you in the war torn country you were in, wondering what even brought you here in the first place. You looked out of place, like you didn't belong here and that made him nervous. As he watched you disappear behind the ambassador's door, he decided quickly that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.
About thirty minutes later, Noonan was at his desk with you by his side. He and Steve both rose from their seats at the sudden presence of the ambassador and the short guest standing next to her.
"Boys, this is your new partner. She'll join you next week in Medellín until further notice." Noonan said before turning on her heel and leaving you there standing in front of the two men that towered over you.
You had heard plenty about them and their work thus far into the hunt for Pablo Escobar and always admired their bravery for what they do.
"Right, hello. Steve." He held his hand out to you and Javier did the same, his name coming out more as a mumble.
"Sorry?" You asked.
"Javier. Peña." He repeated a bit louder and shook your hand, your name barely making it to his ears because how focused he was on taking in all of your facial features.
"I look forward to working with you both. I have to get to Medellín but, I'll see you guys next week." You spared yourself the awkward small talk and removed yourself from the situation. You could tell they were just like any other male in this line of work that were immediately doubting you upon first impressions.
What they didn't know was that you were top of your class at Quantico and could take down a man that was three times your size. You were used to people doubting you and didn't expect this to be any different.
Steve and Javier both were sharing the same thoughts and that was how someone your size could've been approved to join the DEA in Colombia. They kept that to themselves til after you had left the building.
"She's gonna get torn apart." Steve sighed gathering his things. He and Javi were only meant to be in Bogota for the day for a briefing before heading back to Medellín.
About 30 miles from home, they came across you standing on the side of the road, blood drenching your clothes and splattered across your face and your government loaned car completely totaled. The tires screeched as Javi pulled off the road behind you, he and Steve out of the car in seconds with their guns in their hands.
"What happened? Are you hurt?" Javi asked, reaching a hand out to you. "Is there anyone near? Who did this?"
You were in tears, barely able to speak as Steve slowly moved around the vehicle a wave of relief washing over him when he saw the deer plunged through the windshield of your car.
"I'm sorry- I'm not- I don't ever cry like this, I swear. I'm jet lagged and covered in-" You barely could finish the sentence you just let out a frustrated groan.
"Javi," Steve called him over and he hesitated before stepping around you.
"Deer." Javi said before walking back towards you. He rested his hands on your shoulders and made you look at him, "Are you hurt?"
"No, it's his blood not mine. Fucking disgusting." You sighed, almost gagging at the sticky feeling of it drying to your skin. He almost smiled at the bad word leaving your lips, almost as if it didn't belong there.
"Here's what we'll do. We'll get your things, you can ride with us and we'll sort out the vehicle situation tomorrow." Steve said to you.
"I have a shirt in the car you can change into. It'll do til we get to your place." Javi said.
You sat in the back seat on the ride home after the boys loaded your belongings into the trunk and resumed the drive home, Javier's sweatshirt engulfing you. They weren't thinking it, but being so used to having to defend your every action to get to where you are now you felt the need to say it.
"I'm not like this usually. It's just been a rough first day." You fiddled with the sleeves of the sweater that Javier had lent you.
"You don't have to explain anything to us." Javier said.
"I do, though." Your replied in a small voice, loud enough for them to both hear and they understood it. You wanted to feel inferior to them, your two new coworkers seeing you so vulnerable before you first official day, but you knew better. They brought your things into your apartment for you once arriving and you thanked them one more time before they were gone.
When you went in on your first day, brand new desk was pushed against the two that were so used to being a duo. You even already had a nickname. You went through stacks and stacks of files catching up on the details of the hunt so far and listening to Javier and Steve tell you stories of what they'd been through so far.
Javier was slowly becoming obsessed with the way you gave whoever you were speaking to your undivided attention, how your eyebrows furrowed in concentration or even how you used your pointer finger to scan the lines of a file. The tiniest things you did were intoxicating to him and he hated it. You caught him staring at you a few times and figured he was just once again, doubting your right to be sat at that desk.
The boys both became obsessed with you in their own way. Steve obsessed with the way you carried yourself in the field. You took charge and never took any ounce of shit from any man that would look down on you. He learned quickly that you were not one to be messed with. Javier was just obsessed.
Obsessed with how your hair framed your face, how you quite literally would stop and smell the flowers while on a job, how you said his name, or how he sometimes caught you stealing glances at him from your desk that was right next to his. How your hand looked as you scribbled down notes from the day, or how you sounded when speaking over the walkies, the look on your face when you were connecting dots. He obsessed over he way you laughed at the things he said and got jealous when you'd laugh at something Steve said. He loved how easily you fell into place between him and his partner Steve, like the two of them were missing you the entire time. He loved how quickly you picked up Spanish as a second language and how intelligent you were. How you embraced to culture of Colombia as your own and were able to so easily connect with the residents of Medellín. He was obsessed with your smile, your hands, the way your waist curved, he was fucking obsessed with the way you smelled. Even after sprinting across rooftops, he still loved your scent, it's like nothing to him about you was not worth obsessing over.
It was almost your one year anniversary of moving to Colombia when he kissed you for the first time. He drove you home after a long day at the office since your car was in the shop and was nice enough to walk you to the door. You knew he was into you, he was the worst at hiding it, even Steve would tell him to which Javier would reply, "I'm not into her and even if I was, I'm smooth, okay? She'd never know."
You did know. And you were into him too, but you wanted him to make the first move. He was so caught up with his informants half the time you didn't know if that would ever happen, so whenever he was ready, you'd be there. It irked you to say the least, that somebody else was getting those parts of him but there was nothing you could do.
But that night you two stood outside your front door, talking about your childhood homes and what you loved most about them, you dangling the keys between your fingers as he leaned against the frame and kissed you. His fingers were soft against your cheek and his lips sweet against yours and you didn't know he could be so gentle. You'd seen him kill people before yet here was kissing you as if you'd break under his touch.
"Good night, Javi." You said to him, as you stood on your tiptoes for one last kiss before disappearing into your home, the biggest smile on your face.
Your relationship was what some would call a slow burn. You took things slow, mostly because between the war on drugs neither of you had time to focus on and nurture a relationship. So you remained best friends and coworkers, alongside Steve who sometimes felt like a third wheel. When the two of you did finally find some spare time, things blossomed so quickly and beautifully and the man was head over heels. Steve had a hard time believing it, but he always knew that once Javi found the right one, he'd be 150% all in. Steve loved that it was you that brought out that side of him.
"Bambi, we're rolling out." Carillo said to you. Hearing the nickname is nothing new after all these years, but it still almost makes you laugh sometimes. Who knew having a deer sprint in front of you on your first day in Colombia would get you a call sign that stuck with you for the rest of your career.
"Yes sir." You nodded and stood up from your desk and gathered your things.
"No, no, you're not coming." Javier said.
"Excuse me?" There were very few things Javi did that pissed you off, but the one that did it most was when he tried keeping you from certain jobs.
"This is gonna get ugly and I don't want you there." He rested his hand on your elbow gently.
"You don't get to make that decision. I'm going and I'm monitoring the Search Bloc. This is the one thing I ask you not to do." You lowered your voice, looking up at him.
"And I don't do ever do this, but I don't like the feeling of this." He lowered his tone to match yours. "Por favor, mi sol." (Please, my sun.)
"Javier, don't ask me again." You pulled away from him and followed behind Carillo as you and the rest of the Search Bloc loaded into vehicles and began the journey to Tolú. He knew there was nothing he could say once you called him by his full name.
You and Javi barely spoke the entire ride to Tolú and it should be known that it was a long drive from Medellín. Even though you sat in silence, he still rested his hand on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles onto the fabric of your jeans.
When you stepped out of the vehicles upon your arrival you watched and counted the men that loaded into boats to cross the bay. The plan was to catch them from a direction they wouldn't expect. Javi was going with the aerial team which meant you were splitting up.
"Hey," he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. "Be careful."
"You too."
He would've said the right words if he knew what would happen once you parted ways. He would've said them a long time ago if he had known. He knew it in his gut as he watched you walk away and board the boat alongside Carillo and yet he still let you go. He should've kissed you one more time. It wasn't his right to stop you from going on a job and he knew that. He let you go because of those words that he didn't say.
You and the rest of the Search Bloc trekked through the sand and the thick trees of the jungle quietly, nobody speaking a sound, guns up and ready to fire. You surely looked out of place being the only woman amongst them. A few inches larger and the gun you were holding would've been too big for you to hold comfortably.
You came across two men and the gun fire started almost immediately. This was something you were used to and certainly planned for long before you even landed in Colombia. You knew that once the first shots were fired that Gacha would try to flee.
You held your ground until enough of his men had dropped and it felt safe to start moving in. Half of those men had probably never even fired a gun before this moment. You stayed next to Carillo, taking the first steps out from the treeline only for your body to be thrown through the air as a shot from a rocket launcher hit the ground near you causing a big explosion. Your gun slammed into your face sending a piercing pain through your nose. Your ears were ringing and your vision blurred when you opened your eyes, looking at your surroundings. You felt the blood trickling down the side of your head and tasted it as it leaked from your nose.
"Bambi, are you okay? Hey! Bambi!" You looked up at one of the Search Bloc members attempting to reach you. He pulled you up to which you groaned in pain, and looked to Carillo who also looked to have a head wound. The sound of the voices and gunfire were in and out as your ears kept ringing but you racked your brain trying to focus on what was happening.
"Sí. I'm okay." You sat up and watched Gacha and his son rush down the stairs and into a red chevy parked under the house while Carillo screamed for a radio. You only allowed your body to be in shock from the blow for only a split second more before the shock was filled with anger.
"Wait, Bambi. Wait!" You clenched your teeth together and stood up, repositioning your gun as you shot down multiple men running under the house screaming in frustration as the red chevy pulled off. You fired at the truck, no bullets hitting anywhere that would help stop them.
You fell forward to your knees feeling two shots fly through your shoulder and one through your abdomen from behind. You turned and fired your gun sending three bullets into his chest, falling onto your back once he hit the ground. Multiple men ran past your body, most likely trying to flee like their boss and eventually the gun fire stopped.
You felt somebody's arms hook under yours as they dragged you back to where Carillo was with the radio. He said something along the lines of Bambi... down... tell Javier... it was all a blur.
"He's down. We'll put the bird down and recoup." You heard Javi's voice over the radio, a small smile creeping on your lips. "What's the situation there, is it safe to land?"
Carillo hesitated as he looked down at you drenched in blood he wasn't sure was your own. He knew the blood coming from your head and ears were from the rocket launcher and he could tell you had been shot, he just didn't know where or how many times. Your vest clearly didn't do its job or somehow so unluckily each bullet managed to hit you in a place you weren't protected in.
"Safe to land. Make it quick." Carillo said cupping your cheeks, forcing your eyes to focus on him. The drowsy and somehow slightly smiley look on your face told him all he needed to know. "I need medics."
"They're already on the way. Where's Bambi, put her on." Javier's chest tightened immediately as if he knew. He felt it the second Carillo got on the radio instead of you, he knew it before you even made it into Tulo. His worst nightmare was becoming a reality. "Put Bambi on."
"Hey, stay with me." Carillo slapped your cheeks once your eyes started to close. "Talk to him." He tossed the walkie to Trujillo who began describing everything to Javi except for what state you were in. You could hear Javier's panicked voice flooding the speakers of the walkie sounding angrier than you had ever heard in the entire time you've known him.
"Put her on the fucking radio!" Javi yelled at Trujillo, he had tears brimming his eyes but he didn't dare let a single one spill. Anxiety was flooding his chest at the idea that you weren't okay, but he knew it from the second it happened. "Please tell me she's okay. Please." He begged.
"Trujillo, tell me she's alive. Tell me she's not dead. Please." Javi pleaded.
Everything was in and out of focus, men shuffling around you, Carillo and Trujillo saying your name over and over again, Carillo constantly slapping your cheeks to keep you awake. You hardly noticed that your vest had been pulled off and Carillo was working to keep pressure to your wounds, but you couldn't even tell where the wounds were at that point. You felt numb. Words weren't words anymore and instead just loads of gibberish filling your ears.
"Where are the god damn medics?" You heard Carillo curse. "We're not losing her."
When your surrounding came into focus once again, Javi was running towards you, taking Carillo's place, holding your body close to his.
"Hey, hey." He said with a shaky voice. "Hey, stay with me. Where are the fucking medics!"
"My love," you looked up at him, those words leaving your mouth for the first and maybe the last time, struggling to keep him focus. His brown eyes were filled with fear and that's when it became apparent to you how bad it was. You were shot three times. Everyone was panicking and it clicked that you were possibly dying.
It clicked for Javi that you were possibly dying. That this may be the last time he look into your eyes, or the last time he heard your voice. That when he woke up this morning could've been the last time he'd wake up to your beautiful sleeping face. Or that today would be the last day you two shared coffee from the same mug at work. Or even that Steve and Connie wouldn't have you for dinner this weekend like they promised. He began shaking his head, trying to rid these thoughts. You were drenched in blood like the night he found you on the side of the road, but this time it was yours and that made him feel physically sick.
Carillo was the only one at your sides now as Javi held you in his arms, tears still refusing to fall from his eyes. Everyone moved away to give space to the normally mean man who's love of his life was dying in his arms.
"Don't do this to me, please. Please, baby." He whispered into your hair. "Please, don't leave me."
"It doesn't hurt." You said to him, your hand barely finding his, squeezing it as tightly as you could manage.
"What?" He asked, bringing your fingers to his lips. He didn't care that they were covered in blood.
"It doesn't hurt." You repeated and all he could do was release a shaky breath.
"I love you," You whispered. Your thoughts were barely thoughts anymore but as you approached what seemed to be death, the only thing you thought about what how he needed to hear it from you before you died. You weren't even sure if he heard it and the last thing you thought of before shaking hands with death himself was that you never got to hear him say it to you.
"They're here." Carillo sighed in relief as the sirens from the ambulances sounded. "Peña."
Javi looked at Carillo who was staring at you, so he followed his gaze and it felt like his heart completely stopped beating. Your eyes were shut and there was blood dripping from the side of your mouth, joining the streams that had left your nose and side of your head.
"I love you." He said to you. "I love you." He said it again and then once more after that for good measure, praying to whoever would listen that you heard it at least once before you died because he was sure you were going to die and he hated himself for not saying it sooner.
He watched as they cut your shirt off of you and began working hastily simultaneously lifting you onto a stretcher and rolling you away into an ambulance.
Carillo put his hand on Peña's shoulder and looked at him. Despite the love his life being sent away, and not knowing if you'd survive this, there was still a job to finish. Carillo, Javi and the remaining men filed into trucks and drove to the scene up the road where Gacha and his son had died. Javi felt some sense of relief knowing that this was a big hit to the Medellín Cartel.
As soon as the scene was cleared Javier and Carillo went to the hospital you were being treated in and Javier called into Medellín and Bogota to let them know that you had been injured in the line of duty. Steve and Connie were on the next flight to Tolu from Medellín and there within hours. Carillo was talking to the doctors because Javier couldn't bear to hear the news that you were dead. It would kill him.
"She's out of surgery, in recovery. She's going to be okay. She's strong, they say. You can see her soon." Carillo said to Javier and he nodded, finally taking a seat in the waiting room chair.
"Good." He nodded again, finally covering his face with his hands as the tears he fought so hard to hold back finally spilled from his eyes.
Carillo sat next to him, patting him on the back as he cried silent tears of relief knowing that you had survived.
A few hours passed and Carillo had left to make his way back to Medellín so Javier was alone in the waiting room when the nurse called for him to see you.
"Hey," You said to him, your throat scratchy from the tube they had shoved down it. His heart hurt at the sight of you. Your arm in a sling, stitches in your temple, two small stitches in your nose, and a bruised face to prove that it was in fact broken. And somehow you still made all of that look beautiful.
"Mi sol," Javi whispered as he sat down next to your bed, taking your hand into both of his, kissing each of your fingertips. "I'm so sorry I let this happen."
"It's part of the job." You told him. "I made a mistake out of rage. It's my fault."
He stared at you, "I thought I lost you. They told me you died twice. Twice."
"I had something to fight for." You said, squeezing his hand.
"I am so sorry I didn't say it before and I'm not saying it now just because of the situation pero mi amor, I love you. So fucking much that it makes my chest hurt so bad that I feel like I can't breathe and when I lost you today I regretted not ever saying it to you before." He rambled on and you could subconsciously hear the monitor beeping faster as your heart rate went up. "I love you, mi amor. Mi Bambi. Mi sol."
"I love you too." You said to him and you never meant it more than in that moment after almost losing your life, accepting the idea you'd never see him again. Now that you'd been given a second chance you'd never miss the opportunity to say it again.
He leaned forward, brushing the hair from your face with the gentlest touch, and leaning in for the gentlest kiss being so careful not to hurt your nose or any other part of your body. His thumb rested on your chin as he held it so softly kissing you with such delicacy as if not to break you and it was the most favorite kiss you had shared to date.
Javier stayed with you and a week and a half later you were on a flight home to Medellín for the rest of your recovery period. Not long after that Javier moved in officially where he helped you recover and still stay sane in the midst of not being able to go out in the field. Your dad even came to visit after hearing the news where he met Javi for the first time.
When you were finally cleared to return and leave strictly desk work to re-enter the field, Javi kept you at his side more than usual to which you had to scold him sometimes but could he really help feeling so worried all the time? Nearly losing you was scariest thing he ever experienced in your life and gave him PTSD to which he still had nightmares about.
It took navigating and discussing and finding time between being work husband and wife to actually taking care of and paying attention to your very real and personal relationship, but you finally found the well deserved balance.
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Thanks for the request! This was kind of fun to write and it was nice to write something after so long away
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Kafka with a tsundere reader (I love Kafka SO MUCH…)
Kafka with a tsundere reader
characters: Kafka x gn!reader
warnings: none
a/n: GET YOUR WISHES READY. IT'S HAPPENING. Less than 24 hours until Kafka releases. So I decided now would be a great opportunity to write something for her, as something of an offering to the Gacha gods...
I'm so down bad for this woman. I swear...
I wish everyone pulling for her the best of luck and I’ll see you on the other side!
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Kafka
While the Stellaron Hunters were composed of all different kinds of personalities, the ones Kafka kept around herself the most weren’t the most jovial of creatures. Silverwolf ironically preferred to ignore the tendencies of the animal in her name and rather work alone, while Bladie never was all too talkative in the first place.
And then there was you, someone trying so hard to match the stone-faced attitudes of your co-workers, that it was almost a crime not to try and get you to show your real feelings. A crime Kafka for once in her life didn’t intend to commit.
Kafka’s teasing was a misfortune every Stellaron Hunter working with her at least once had to endure. One you begrudgingly had to admit was fun to watch whenever you weren’t her target, the urge to join in whenever the purple-haired woman broke through Silverwolfs stoic facade forcing you to bundle up all of your self-control on more than one occasion.
Today however, was not your lucky day, as it quickly became clear who today’s victim would be.
“Come on, finish what you just wanted to say”, Kafka urged you to continue with a smile so devilish even Nanook would have felt creeped out. It had been foolish enough of you to let your compliment slip out in the first place, especially when Blade and Silverwolf were in the room, but all hopes of not drawing a giant Target on yourself were lost when you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentence, making the fact that it was a slip up as clear as day.
“There is nothing to finish, I was just talking to myself”, you lied as naturally as you breathed, hoping it would be enough to get Kafka to stop. Only for your hopes to be crushed in front of your very eyes as you saw her face light up in a familiar way, one signaling that giving up was the last thing on her mind right now.
“You’re lying.” While being called out on your obvious lie already was enough to make you lose your composure, her teasing tone sent blood flooding directly into your cheeks, causing them to turn red in almost an instant
With one swift turn of your head towards Blade you silently begged him for help, only for your fellow Stellaron Hunter to face away, putting all of his attention onto his weapon. And while you ought to have felt betrayed by his action, knowing how you did the same whenever it was someone else’s turn made you unable to hold a grudge against him.
Silverwolf however was a different story. As when you glanced towards her, you weren’t just brushed off, but instead were greeted by an amused smile, one radiating enough Schadenfreude to feed an entire planet of sadists. Before you knew it however, your attention was once again drawn to Kafka as you tried your best to find the right words to say.
“...I said the new coat suits you”, you murmured out just loud enough for her to hear you, nevertheless she gave you one more teasing smile, one wider than all of the previous.
“That’s interesting, I could have sworn I’ve heard a ‘B’ somewhere. Something along the lines of ‘You look beau-’”, she continued, dragging the last word out in anticipation of what you would say while forcing you to look her in the eyes.
“You look beautiful today”, you finally whispered in defeat, her ears immediately picking up on your words. For a moment you expected her to pretend she didn’t hear you, forcing you to say it once again, just louder. However, it seemed as if getting you to spit it out was enough for her as she showed you a satisfied grin before letting you finally go. Sparring you the embarrassment of having your fellow crewmates hear what exactly you had said that caused you to get this stand-offish.
Or at least that’s what she let you think for a few seconds.
“Oh you think I look beautiful today? Thank you, you’ve got quite the looks yourself.” The big smile on Kafka’s face was hard to miss, although you were far too embarrassed to look back up at her, your red face glued to your shoes for at least the next hour.
No matter how hard you tried to match your colleagues' blank expressions, there was always one person for whom you were as easy to read as an open book.
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d34dlysinner · 6 months
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Hi hi~ I can't get over the reaction of Ppyong after eating chocolate from human world, especially that it got compared to Beelzebub's cooking.
I'd like to request a scenario of Kings (and Sitri with Zagan, if that's OK with you) trying some human food~ I don't exactly know what dish or sweets to propose
Have a great day and best luck in gacha!
(Thanks! XD also wish you a great day and luck in gacha)
Satan loves snake venom wine. The moment you heard that you wondered if you should actually give him human food. Thinking that it'll be too plain for him. So you started small. Giving the human like variant of his favourite food. Just normal red wine. And you were right. It was too plain for him, but it didn't mean that he hated it. He then tried various desserts, donuts, cakes. He had to admit that he liked those more than the wine you gave him.
Beelzebub loved many types of food. He is a great cook after all. So when he tasted human food he wasn't all too surprised with liking it. What did surprise him was that good human food was on par with his cooking.
"You humans eat like this every day without any side effects?... I should come here more."
He does like the chaos that comes out of his decisions and creations, hut he had to admit that at times he probably doesn't have the greatest control over what exactly happens after eating his food.
Mammon favourite food was peach. So he atleast could easily enjoy peaches in the human world. You eventually introduced him to many desserts and dishes that contained peach or other fruits similar to peaches. He liked them all. He would even ask you to prepare some of those dishes from time to time. Or let someone who serves him master in cooking those dishes.
Leviathan would seem like the type to be a picky eater. He would take his time choosing what he wants to eat and when he doesn't know he'll let you decide. That's what happens when you offer him a menu in the human world. You both sat at a cafe as you waited for him to pick. He eventually went and picked what you took. "Human food is so confusing... but I'll understand once I ate some of it...", he says as he observes the dish in front of him.
Zagan was being his usual self. He didn't say much when you offered him some food. He didn't say much when he ate the food, but he did thank you. You kind of had to guess what he thought of the food with just his expressions. Him humming wasn't enough for you to decipher his thoughts. You were happy when he decided to close his eyes and silently enjoyed the food with a slight smile on his face.
Sitri is a man who loves tea. And there's nothing that goes better with tea than cookies and cake. So you promised Sitri to bring him some human worldly food for him to try with his tea. You started out simple and brought some cookies with you. He thanked you for the food as he observed the treats up close. He took one out and bit a little of the cookie as he savored the taste. "Sweet... It'll work nicely with some teas I have." He says as he thanks you yet again for introducing him to human world foods.
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shey-pancake · 8 months
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So decided to retouch and twick Aurora's gacha design, and here it is how it looks now!! with a front-facing version too 🩷
I will redo the old renders I did with her before with the renewed design :) ‼️ I plan to do silly things with her and Springtrap, lol
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dilucsflame33 · 1 year
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Ohmygosh, i stumbled upon your cocktails and im in love<3 may i get a raphaels fire whiskey?🐢 please and thank you!!
Pocky Challenge 🌸🔥
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I decided to do the 4-1 challenge for February and doing this request at the same time. I hope that's okay, love! ^^
Warning:
Heavy kissing, teasing, and flirting but that's all. Plus, it's Raphael. This man can flirt. 🫠
Word count: 707
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It was like any other time at the lair for you. 
You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Mikey was sitting on the floor playing video games. Genshin Impact.
“What’s your favorite character in the game?” You asked at random while he just killed a boss for ascension materials. 
The orange terrapin hummed in thought. “There’s a lot of characters I like playable wise but, if we’re going for the storyline I would say Yoimiya.” 
You smiled, knowing the cheerful woman would be a good match for the hyper turtle. Both love kids and people. Not only that, she kicks butt. 
“Sadly, I don’t have her.” He sighed with yearning. “I will gladly be a Yoimiya main, if this game will let me have the characters I want. This gacha game is terrible but it’s so addicting”
“I would never doubt that.” You said as you patted his shoulder. “I wish you luck.”
Mikey laughed, knowing that he needs a lot of it for a game like this. 
And money.
“I’m guessing you’re going to see Raph, right?” Mikey said as he watched you getting up from the couch. “Take these with you. These are Raph’s and I don't want him to get mad if he finds out I took his snacks.”
You rolled your eyes as your palms took hold of the pocky sticks. Strawberry flavored. Smirk on your face, you trudged to where the brute was located.
You could hear his grunts and puffs of air when he exhaled as he bench pressed sewer man-hole covers. His strength never fails to surprise you; Raphael shows off his muscle and proved it on the battlefield. Yes, his brothers are strong but there was something about him that gets your heart pumping. He’s a blunt man, and doesn't like beating around the bush. Not only that, he doesn’t take crap from anyone. 
Especially his brother. 
You bit your lip when he grunt once again as he raised his arms with the bar, biceps bulging as he placed back to its decimated place. Raph sat up and exhaled, lifting a water bottle and swallowed the liquid inside. Your eyes can’t help but stare as he devoured the clear contents and sighed when he was done; a towel around his shoulders as he wiped the sweat from his face.
“Enjoyin’ the view?” Voice gruff and masculine, he turned his head and looked at you with a smirk. His emerald eyes hold a teasing nature in them and it makes your heart do things that it shouldn’t be healthy. 
“What if I am?” You flirted back as you stepped forward, standing in front of your red banded boyfriend. His hands, large and calloused, came to your waist and pulled you to him. “I have a challenge for you, something you can’t deny.” You know that he will never back down from a challenge, especially if it’s with you. 
His brow raised with interest. “Challenge, huh? I’m listenin’.”
That’s when he saw the strawberry pocky in your hand, knowing where this was going. And this man is enjoying the challenge already. “If you’re wanting a make-out session, you don’t need sweets for that.” He said as his hand was laced into your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. “You already taste sweet, baby doll. If you’re trying to give me cavities, I will gladly own it.”
You laughed and kissed his forehead. “Then do the challenge with me and we’ll see.”
Raph snickered as you grabbed the cookie out of the box and placed it on end to your lips, the strawberry flavoring hitting your taste buds. The man can’t help but crave the treat in front of him.
And he’s not talking about the cookie. 
With a new sense of determination, he leaned to you. His lips were about to take a bite, but he took the whole stick into his mouth and kissed you with passion. A gasp left your lips as his tongue invaded your warm cavern, hands on his shoulders as he pulled away. Completely dazed with the hot fiery passion of his lips, Raphael ate the cookie and smirked. 
“You should know not to challenge me, doll. Otherwise, I will leave ya breathless.”
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saeugen · 18 days
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trust fund, baby
— in which i’m inspired by gacha life music videos LOLLLLLL 😄🙏
— not even joking btw but i love unguys also idk how to set up tumblr posts sigh
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looking at you was like the rainbow after a storm. a harsh, bruising storm. you are his medicine. i mean, look at you! he doesn’t care about the dirt on your jeans. thinks it adds a little flavour, you know? anyhow, he didn’t care about the whispers and murmurs that you were just using him. heck, he’s asked you to. but that’s for another time.
in this moment where you’re fixing a car, he knows that you can fix him. tinker with him a little and he’s complete. dwelling in your presence has done enough. your oil painted hands skilfully move around, eyes concentrated as black dusts your face. he’s not sure what it is, but you look hot.
“‘toru,” you mumble, pausing as you tie your hair up. he could faint. sure he’s the strongest, but in your hands he’s putty. “mhm?” he hums in response, completely dazed. you laugh, and he falls all over again. “stop starin’ at me like you’re fawning over the simple act of fixing a car.” oh, but he is. he could watch you for a lifetime if it meant getting a glance of your perfect being.
he’s dumb for you. it really should be the other way around— just yesterday was he confessed to by… what was it? 5 girls? you’re a quiet one, though your hilariously terrifying sound of a laugh can silence an assembly of people. another thing he loves about you, he notes. he doesn’t notice when you stand up, because his mind wanders elsewhere. “‘toru.”
he blinks, and you’re in front of him.
HELP GIYS IDK WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS it’s just fluff but noniooe like satoru my mind keeping’s wandering ugh it’s 1:05 am i should go to sleep 😓😓😓
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twilight803 · 1 year
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Self aware twst au is so good cause you probably wouldn't know unless they slip up (cough Cater cough) AND I FEEL LIKE THEY WOULD BE WORSHIPPING YOU AND FIGHTING OVER YOU!!!
Like if you are getting Lilias birthday card, HE WOULD BE SO SMUG ABOUT IT ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE TO GET TO 100 PULLS TO GET IT.
The rest of them are SALTYYY, the Adeuce would be mad because they spend the most time with you, might try to win you over by giving you more gems and showing up more in the daily reward thingy.
Riddle would be trying to find any reason to get on screen, he'd like get mad at Ace and Deuce for NO REASON like they could breathe the wrong air in front of Riddle.
Trey would keep showing up in your gacha polls he'd be giving you so much cards of him, NOTICE HIM GIVE HIM ATTENTION.
Cater would keep TRYING to turn on your camera, the others would get PISSED at him cause they don't want you to get scared and not play.
Leona would try to pretend he doesn't care BUT HE DOES, He would be LIVID and SALTY if you skipped his banner for someone else, HE'D TAKE IT OUT ON POOR RUGGIE.
Ruggie is probably trying to get you to put him on homescreen, poor bb just wants your UNDIVIDED ATTENTION, LEVEL HIM UP!!
Jack would definitely be unsure of what to do, like he'd end up trying to get your attention, showing up for daily reward as the guest. He'd give you gems JUST LOOK AT HIM, he'd be wagging him tail.
Azul omg Azul he's a bb he just wants you to get all of his cards, level them up, PUT HIM ON HOMESCREEN, he'd probably try to get your attention by desperately saying things that are like showing he's self aware, IT JUST SLIPS.
Jade would be so passive-aggressive he'd be like SALTY when he's on screen, making aggressive remarks with a sly smirk on his face, HES SO PETTY lol.
FLOYD WOULD END UP GIVING THEM AWAY AS SELF AWARE, HE WANTS YOURE ATTENTION AND IS GONNA DO WHATEVER HE CAN TO GET IT, HES SO SALTY AND WILL PUSH THE OTHERS TO GET ON YOUR DAILY REWARDS SCREEN.
Kalim would be so clingy to you, he'd somehow end up in every story, he just loves you, GIVE HIM ATTENTION, HES SO OBVIOUS ABOUT IT ASWELL.
Jamil would be planning whoevers on the homescreen demise, HE WILL ELIMINATE EVERY OTHER OPTION HE JUST WANTS TO BE WITH YOU, AND KALIM WOULD BE BUGGING HIM TO HELP HIM GET YOU, Jamil would be so pissy though.
Vil is PISSED, he is the most beautiful and fairest of them, SO WHY ISNT IT HIM THATS ON YOUR HOMESCREEN, if you skip his banner omg he's gonna take it out on epel and he'd start thinking he's not enough, JUST GIVE HIM THE ATTENTION HE DESERVES, or else.
Rook would be trying to get on that homescreen you will find all of his cards in your pulls, HES GONNA GET THERE, and gonna call you beautiful things in French just you wait (paint me like one of your French girls).
Epel will definitely be getting on Vils nerves even more than usual, HE JUST SO MAD THAT YOU DIDNT WAIT FOR HIS BANNER, CHOOSE HIM. LOVE HIM, he needs the reassurance (and your attention).
Idia just wants to see you, but he's so socially awkward, he'd be trying to find a way into your world, he doesn't want the other to know if he does, BUT HE STILL WANTS YOU TO PULL FOR HIM, HE KNOWS THE PAIN OF PULLING FOR A CHARACTER AND KNOWING YOULL SAVE OR SPEND MONEY FOR HIM, HE WOULD JUST BE SO FLUSTERED.
Ortho just likes spending time with you, you're just so glorious in his eyes, he also want his brother to be happy with you aswell, he's GONNA help his brother get into your world or atleast you in theirs, HE WANTS A HAPPY END.
Sebek would be trying to get you to get Malleus cards, HE WANTS HIS WAKASAMA HAPPY, AND YOU MAKE HIS WAKASAMA HAPPY, BUT at the same time he loves you and he wants you aswell, he'd share or give you to Wakasama.
Silver would want you to get his cards and put him on homescreen, BUT he's so sleepy so not much gets done BUT HE TRIES, HE'LL BE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR JUST LOOK AT HIM, He'd be slightly happy for Batty boy of course, but he's also slightly jealous.
LILIA WOULD BE ESTATIC IF YOU GOT HIS BIRTHDAY CARD, HE WANTS YOU TO LEVEL HIS UP, OMG IS HE ON THE HOMESCREEN, he's such a tease though, he'll act like he's not too affected by it but IF YOU GET TO 100 PULLS ON HIS BANNER, BATTY BOY WOULD FEEL A BUT BAD BUT SO HAPPY THAT YOU SPENT OR SAVED MOENY JUST FOR HIM, FUFFUFUFUFUFU.
Malleus would be kinda salty that you didn't wait for his which is so close to Lilias, BUT Hornton is trying to get your attention as well, HE IS SO ATTENTION STARVED, HE NEEDS IT. He is also trying to find a way to get you into their world or into yours he's looking through tons of spell books, but he wants on that homescreen, YOURE NOTHING LIKE HES EVER SEEN, HE WORSHIPS YOU, LOVES YOU, MARRY HIM!!
THESE ANGSTY BOYS JUST WANT YOUR ATTENTION SO BAD, GIVE IT TO THEM, THEY ALL WANT TO BE NOTICED!!
(jealous of batty boy)
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