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pinkyqil · 2 days

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Flirt // Jenni hermoso x r

Jenni was a flirt least to say she could flit with anyone as long has it as lips head and a body anything else wouldn't matter to her. So that why you felt really confused with your "relationship". with her cause she always gave you mixed signals that rarely made any sense to you.

One day she's all over you complimenting you, making you blush and all as it the usual Jenni package. next thing you know someone else is getting the same treatment that she gives or how she likes to call it "her delicate taste".

That made absolutely no sense to you but one thing you knew was that you were done. with anything that had to do with Jennifer hermoso you didn't want a part of it unless it was something serious. But it didn't look like it things where going to change with her so you thought.

You started pulling away from jenni it went from you two always partnering up to you straight up ignoring her and picking someone else as your partner.

To dismissing her and canceling plans that she made cause you knew it would be some different by tomorrow.

Slowly a hole formed in your friendship you both couldn't even spare each other a glance or a simple greeting.

The only time you would actually say a few words would be around game days where you needed to communicate with jenni but that wasn't something you both could do outside of work.

It honestly broke your heart to be pulling away from her like this. You missed her smile silly jokes that she would make trying to lighting up the room.how she would be there whenever you needed something or that you weren't feeling well she was always by your side like your order half.

Least to say jenni also felt the same way her heart felt incomplete like the other pieces to it was missing. but she knew one thing and it was to make it up too you for whatever she did cause her heart couldn't take you acting like she didn't exist.

The last few days you noticed Jenni putting in some efforts but you would always denie her and.

still continue shutting her out she tried everything from leaving notes and your favorites chocolate in your cubby opening the door for you. helping you carry heavy equipment without calling out for help but you wouldn't come forward.

It wasn't that you heated what jenni was doing you loved it all but your heart wasn't ready for what would happen if you guys where to talk it out.

Would things go back to the same way with how she was treating you or would you two become something. Was what you wondered.

Jenni's act had been going on forever but still she didn't get any improvement from you side always the cold shoulder and nothing more for her.

Today she jenni had planned to conner you when everybody as left as she knew you loved taking your time.

Your day went on with how it usual was Jenni still left you some notes and perfume in your cubby for when you arrived but you hadn't seen her anyway around the training grounds which was quite weird as she hung out with her group of people. But needless it was none of your busses.

You were tye last one to shower as everyone else had left or that what you think.you quickly dressed up and started existing the building until you felt a strange but familiar hands grab you by the waist.

It was none other than jenni she looked broken and hurt. All you could do was stare at her.

"What do you want hermoso". you asked her as you tried pulling your hands away.

" I just want to talk to you it would only take a few minutes". She said

"Well get talking cause I didn't have enough time to spend with you in my way".

She took a deep breath before speaking.

"I know that lately have been giving you on and off signals and just acting out as if you aren't important to me which is false so I just wanted' to tell you that I love you so much more than a friend we've both been through anything".

anyone can imagine and I just can't keep living like this knowing that j hurt you instead of protecting you so I just wan to apologize for that". She said as she took time to catch her breath.

"oh jenni you don't understand how long I waited for you to tell me how you feel cause I' also share the same feelings as you, I love you more than anything else that you can imagine"

and it hurt me a lot seeing how you would always treat me I love you jenni hermoso". You told her not expecting all that to come out of your mouth.

"So will I be able to treat you out to a date". She asked

"Yes you can have honestly seen the way that you've improved and I love it". you told her before tip-toeing and leaving a peck on her lips.

"You deserve it". You said

"I guess I do". She replied back

"So I'll see you saturday for dinner". She asked

"Definitely". You told as you walked away holding the notes that she had been living for you onto your chest.

Maybe luck was on your side after all and jenni wasn't just a flit after all.

A/n: hope y'all enjoy this read and if you see any mistakes no you don't cause I just finished writing this at 12:18 so mistakes shall be fixed later. anyway feedbacks, request and comments or if you want to chat with me inboxes are always opened and everything else is appreciated and don't forget to take care of yourself 💗

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hannieehaee · 1 day

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Congrats on your 5K! I’m not sure if anybody has requested this yet but I’m gonna ask for a classic. (If they have please ignore.)

Seventeen reactions with a virgin reader.

Have a nice day! :)

18+ / mdi

having a virgin s/o

content: established relationship implied, smut, mentions of penetrative sex, reader is a virgin, mentions of losing virginity, etc.

wc: 782

a/n: thank uuu so much!!! surprisingly no one has requested this lol

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seungcheol -

will only ever voice how much he likes that you're a virgin once you're actually losing your virginity to him lol. will have felt kind of nervous to make your first time perfect, but will be very happy after the fact, knowing he was the only one to ever have you like that.

jeonghan -

coos at you but also teases you over being a virgin, either attempting to patronize you over it (jokingly) or let you know how cute he finds that he's the only one you want in such a way. treats you like royalty when it comes down to actually losing your virginity, speaking to you in that soft voice and guiding you step by step.

joshua -

as charming as he is, i think he'd be super sweet to you about it, always letting you lead any sexual encounters so you could gauge how far you wanted to go. would be so soft and sensitive with you when he finally took your virginity (and wouldve looove the thought of teaching you any and every position).

jun -

for some reason he'd now feel nervous any time he was around you. would stop any makeout session or sexual encounter before it got too steamy bc he wouldnt want you to think he's trying to take advantage. would need you to spell it out for him if you wanted him to take your virginity, and even then he'd be super careful with you.

soonyoung -

finds it adorable more than anything. will tease you about it in a joking way but will honestly just find it cute that you'd retained your sexual innocence for so long. more than willing to guide you and teach you in any area you'd like (the thought turns him on).

wonwoo -

a little bit surprised but that's all. super respectful about it and wont be invasive in asking questions as to why you hadn't lost it. assumes it's a personal choice bc there's no way no one's tried to hit when you're as pretty and likable as you are. he'd be the best person to lose it to since he'd be so attentive and sensual about it (and super turned on but u dont need to know about that).

jihoon -

the moment you told him you were a virgin he'd be unable to think of anything else. on one side he'd feel immense pressure at the thought of taking your virginity (having assumed you were experienced already) and on the other, it'd turn him on to think that he'd be your one and only experience.

seokmin -

seems the type to see sex as an extremely intimate thing u only save for those u love so he'd be ecstatic to know u hadn't found that person yet. twice as ecstatic in realizing you saw him as the one person you loved and trusted enough to give your virginity to.

mingyu -

teases you about it a lot up until the point it turns out you want him to take it from you. will be super turned on by it but will try to hide it (and do a very bad job at it), not wanting to come off as a perv or anything. he'll fall in love with guiding and teaching you, heart (and dick) fed by the thought of being the only one to ever have you like this.

minghao -

feels a little guilty about how much he likes that you're a virgin, so he never outwardly expresses how badly it turns him on that he'll be your first (and hopefully your last).

seungkwan -

he thinks its adorable lol. might tease you about it a teeny tiny bit but not too much since he also thinks its cute how you're inexperienced in that area. prays to any external forces that you'll pick him to be the lucky guy to take your virginity (and is overwhelmed when you actually do want to lose it to him).

vernon -

very nonchalant about it. maybe a bit surprised since he finds you so attractive it makes no sense to him that no one would've already gotten on their knees and begged to have you in such a way. would be super sweet about it, though. maybe would calk you a virgin in a joking way lol.

chan -

he gives me the vibe of a romantic so i think he'd find it really cute and think its a 'meant to be' type of situation where he came along just at the right time to be able to be the one you gave your virginity to. would do the whole candles and rose petals on the bed the day you decided to finally do it.

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1d1195 · 10 hours

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From me: Just a silly little thing I was thinking about. Not a lot of background. Probably has some plot holes. Currently thinking it will not continue.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers (you came, you called)

Summary: She doesn't like Harry. Which is fine because Harry doesn't like her either. Except both of them are lying.

Harry didn’t like her. But to be fair, she didn’t like him either. For albeit stupid reasons on both their parts that had prolonged throughout their lives. She was best friends with Eleanor. By proxy Eleanor’s boyfriend Louis and his circle of friends were therefore inextricably linked to her. Which meant she and Harry were around each other.

A lot.

To everyone’s dismay.

It was an offhanded comment, one that Harry never should have made but it soured her to pieces. “Only an idiot would do something like that,” he said, quietly. Only Louis overheard.

And her.

That was Harry’s mistake.

But she wouldn’t take it lying down. Harry could call her stupid all he wanted; she wouldn’t let anyone get away with saying it to her. So she told him off.

It was probably the first time in his life anyone had ever stood up to him. She found that when people were attractive, they were more likely to get away with bullshit that others would put up with even though they didn’t need to. Someone like Harry was more likely to say whatever he wanted and just assumed no one would tell him off because he was pretty.

Harry shouldn’t have called her an idiot. It wasn’t kind. Maybe he was jealous because honestly, watching her follow her passion was admirable and if the light hit her just right maybe he would have agreed that she was cool for doing what she wanted despite all the naysayers like him.

Even if it was embarrassing to be told off in front of their friends.

“Damn,” Louis whispered making everyone snicker. Harry was fuming. His eyes practically turned red with anger while he glared at her.

So, they weren’t friendly.

But given they were stuck in one another’s lives they learned to be... cordial. As cordial as two people could be when she absolutely wanted to claw his eyes out.

An hour.

That was how long she waited inside before she realized it was no use. No new messages, no phone calls. Nothing.

For whatever reason, she imagined Harry’s smug smile saying something to the effect of “I told y’were an idiot.”

It fueled her anger, and she silently blamed him for her date’s inability to appear. Which made no sense at all. Harry had no idea she was even on a date. But she had waited too long and honestly couldn’t disagree with the British voice mocking her inside her head. She was an idiot for waiting so long.

Her phone gave her more disappointing news but she was grateful she had service.

“Hey, uh... Uber is going to be... a wait,” she mumbled quietly standing just inside the entryway of the restaurant she had stayed at far longer than any sane person would have. “I know you’re on a date, I’m so sorry. I just... any chance you’re around to come get me?” She asked through her phone. The anxiety filled her lungs and a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was so typical that she didn’t have anyone to come get her.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Louis and I have been drinking and—”

She nodded, closing her eyes. She knew it was a long shot. If it were any other time, she had no doubt Eleanor and Louis would be there for her. “Oh, you know what,” she laughed quietly. “The app just updated their time. They’ll only be five minutes,” she assured her. “Sorry to bother you,” she sighed looking at the time on the app that increased by another half hour.

“Not at all, you know I’d be there as soon as I could,” Eleanor assured her.

She texted her mom, her sister, even her sister’s boyfriend and was met with no response from any party. Her toes were numb from the chill in the air and uncomfortable shoes. It was unfair. No one was there for her when she needed them. Ever. It sounded so dramatic but it was true. She wanted one nice thing. She wanted a nice date. A night out. It wasn't supposed to be hard.

Anxiety rolled through her with each passing second on the cold street. Her throat felt tight as she scrolled through her contacts one last time and realized there was one and only option left. But she sure as hell wasn't going to call him.

Are you busy?

Is this a joke?

Well, that was a short-lived idea. God, he was the worst.

Forget it.

What? Your date stood you up?

I said FORGET IT.

Why did you text me, then?

Lapse in judgment. Won’t happen again.

Her phone illuminated with Harry’s contact, no picture. Just his name. Not even an emoji to recognize she had known him for ten years. She may as well have had his number for no longer than a week. “What?” She snapped.

He snorted. “Let’s get it straight, love. You contacted me.”

“And I told you to, ‘forget it.’”

“Are y’seriously that stubborn y’won’t tell me?”

“No, I’m not stubborn,” she was very much so stubborn. “I will not let you berate me and call me stupid or make fun of me for going on a fucking date. I needed help and I will admit. I was stupid to call you thinking you would do anything but sit on your throne of self-adoration and help someone else. As I said, it was a lapse in judgment. Good. Bye.”

With an invigorated sense of frustration and anger, she had determined walking was her best bet. It had only been five minutes since she spoke to him. Her feet were aching, the chill gripping every inch of her body, when a car slowed beside her. It parked and she heard the door open. She didn’t turn around. Anxiety crept through her veins. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, and she tried to remember the self-defense moves she had learned in a seminar put on by her dorm her freshman year of college.

“How much for an hour?” Harry’s voice cut through the cold air. She wanted to be mad. Wanted to snap something at him. But the relief crushed her; she couldn’t help but feel grateful for his familiar voice.

“You couldn’t afford me,” she grumbled turning back toward him. He was leaning against the side of his car—just by the front wheel. Ankles crossed; hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. He looked like a model for either the car or his coat. Hell, he could have been a model for the laces of his shoes. He was utterly beautiful.

He scanned her up and down. “S’that how you dress for all your first dates?”

“Shut the fuck up, Harry,” she muttered. A blush painted her cheeks as he scanned her. It felt so judgmental she wanted to punch him. She stood in front of him several feet away, eyeing him suspiciously. She didn’t know how he knew where she was. Didn’t know why he even decided to show up. Honestly, she thought maybe he was just driving around and was going to just get back in his car and leave her.

He snorted, scuffed the bottom of his shoe on the sidewalk. “You look nice.”

“Nice?” She repeated. “Is this a joke?”

“A lapse in judgment,” he rolled his eyes. “Are you getting in or what?” He asked pushing himself off his car and opening the passenger door.

“Why did you even come here?” She asked. The warmth from his car hit her like a blanket and she wanted nothing more than to dive in and snuggle into the front seat, blast the hot air at her toes, and fall asleep against the heated seat he knew she had from all the times Eleanor talked about it.

But she was stubborn.

“Obviously it was a mistake,” he closed the door again and made his way toward the driver’s side. “Could leave you here instead,” he shrugged eyeing her over the top of his car. Like a game of chess. It was her move. She glared at him and put her hand on the car handle. He locked the door as she pulled and smirked at her. “So easy,” he mumbled.

She thought taking her chances walking would be better—her toes were going to fall off and the numbness was creeping up her ankles and making way for her legs. “Oh, forget it,” she grumbled and stalked back down the sidewalk.

Harry groaned as if truly pained by her existence. “Oh, for God’s sake, love! It was a joke,” he was by her side before she had taken ten full steps.

“What are you doing here, Harry? Huh? Just here to rub salt in the wound? I got stood up, okay? You were right. Happy? I just wanted to—”

“Idiot.”

Fury pulsed through her at his interruption. At the insult. She slapped his cheek before she could say anything else. Before she could think of anything else. His head was still turned to the side when she marched further down the street without waiting to see his reaction. The numbness of her legs didn’t deter her. The heat of her embarrassment flooded her and warmed her plenty to make it somewhere nearby that would have more accessible Ubers.

“What the fuck was that?” He snarled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. It shouldn't have been a surprise he caught up to her so rapidly.

“You called me an idiot,” she snapped back.

He chuckled darkly. His grip tightened on her wrist, and he shook his head. The laugh hadn’t a trace of humor in it. “He. Your date. He’s an idiot.” She glared at him waiting for him to make another joke at her expense, but it never came. They stood still on the sidewalk. Harry’s hand holding her wrist like she might bolt at any second. Lord knew she was thinking about it. His gaze didn’t stray from hers. Intense.

And really fucking beautiful.

“Get in the car,” he ordered.

Which she didn’t take kindly to. “I’ll take my chances,” she sniffed and tugged, trying to release his grip. He didn’t budge, not even a millimeter.

“M’not asking,” his voice was low. “Get in the car, or I’ll drag y’in,” he promised.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, love.”

The thought of Harry dragging her in the car didn’t seem like a good idea. It would only embarrass her further. “Why did you even come here? I told you to forget it,” she muttered.

He opened the passenger door and the warmth once more enveloped her like a hug. He gently touched her shoulder. She turned in the space between the opening of his car and Harry. He stared at her again. “You called me,” his voice was gentle. Unlike anything he had ever heard from him—especially directed toward her. There was no shrug, no indifference, no irritation. He was breathing evenly. As if they had done this a thousand times. As if he looked at her like she was... precious all the time.

There was a thud in her chest, her heart stuttered unevenly against her ribs. Her lips parted and she didn’t know what to say or do. Her toes weren’t numb anymore. She wasn’t cold. There was a silence that filled the space between them as he stared at her and part of her believed if they just never spoke again maybe they could be friends.

“If some idiot guy can’t see how special you are then s’his loss. Only his loss. Standing up anyone is horrible. Standing you up...someone so pretty, so intelligent, so kind, should be a crime.” The words escaped her. The air in her lungs was gone. “M’always gonna be there for you,” it felt like a trap to let him say something like that to her. His hand reached up from his side, he brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “I don’t know what happened, love,” he murmured. “I... I was so worried. And I truly would pity the person that tries t’take you on,” a smile danced at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t smug. It was beautiful and melted her further and it wasn’t even a full smile. “And I was still so worried... I jus’,” he shook his head. “I think I ran two stoplights,” he admitted. “S’like a switch flipped, love. Never been so worried ‘bout anyone like that,” he continued holding her gaze.

She bit her lip and looked at his chest. “Are you fucking with me?” She asked quietly. Her voice defensive but low. Afraid to believe him.

But more afraid to not believe him.

“No, love. Not even a little... well, jus’ the part ‘bout taking you on. S’quite the slap y’gave me,” his smile grew, and he rubbed his cheek as if it really hurt him. Maybe it stung, but she didn’t think it really was all that hard.

“Been like ten years of build up to that.”

He chuckled quietly. “S’all you could muster?” He challenged.

She rolled her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. Genuinely. It felt weird to say it to Harry. Felt weird to be in such a position. But she couldn't help but feel that she liked it.

“Always, love. And I meant it. Y’look beautiful.”

Her heart was doing things that she didn't know Harry could do to her. She blushed, looked at her shoes; her toes numbing in the chilly air. “Well, his loss right?”

“My gain,” he winked at her and gave her arm a gentle squeeze as he left her side of his car for the driver’s side.

“Have you just been jealous all this time?” She asked as he settled behind the wheel.

“No,” he rolled his eyes. The silence was companionable. The first time in knowing Harry that it felt anything other than hostile. “Maybe,” he mumbled.

“Maybe?” Her eyes were delighted, and she smiled at him. “You like me.”

“Oh, bite me,” he grumbled. “I do not.”

“You so like me,” she teased. Her cheeks were warm making her forget about the cold. He didn’t say anything. Just the gentle hum of the road filled the car. “For what it’s worth, I like you too,” she murmured tucking herself to turn sideways in the seat. Her face squished against the back of the warm seat. “Probably more than a lot,” she admitted. “I guess," she took a deep breath, scared to say it, but Harry had called her pretty, intelligent, and kind. She couldn't let that go unnoticed. Her declaration wasn't as pretty as his but she needed to say something. "I think my brain mixed up my emotions. I was... very unhappy that you didn’t like me all these years.”

“God, love, you're ridiculous,” he grabbed her hand without moving his eyes from the road. He squeezed her fingers but it felt tied directly to her heart. “How could I not like you?"

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minniethemoocherda · 2 days

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Washing Machine Heart

A/N: This is set after my previous Morpherine fic "Can I Lay by Your Side?" but you should be able to read this as a stand alone. Tried something different here by doing Logan's POV instead which was a challenge but I hope you guys liked it! Thank you so much for everyone's likes, reblogs and comments on my last two Morpherine fics! I am so happy I am not the only one craving for more about these two! I don't know if I will have time to upload another Morpherine fic for a while because I am busy with IRL stuff and this other big fic I've got going on rn. But if the inspiration hits again then I will ride it! Xxxxxxx

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Logan hated galas. He hated stuffy rooms full of rich arseholes and stupid social conventions and food that wasn't actually designed to make you full. But since the event was a fundraiser to help support mutant kids, he didn't have a choice in not going to this one.

Logan had tried to argue that his costume counted as a suit, but Jean had threatened to force him change if he didn't do it himself.

So reluctantly he had on an old scratchy black and white suit. He was currently waiting in the hall with the other guys whilst the girls and Morph finished getting ready and if Scott didn't stop telling him how to tie his tie, then he was going to strangle him with it.

"How do I look?"

Focused on trying to not kill Cyclops, Logan hadn't noticed that the other's had arrived until he heard Morph's voice from behind him.

Logan turned around only to find the breath punched out of him.

Ever since Morph had come out a few months ago, (some that Logan had been completely accepting of it because he had been around for over a hundred years and Morph was far from the person he'd met who was like that) they'd said that they wanted to experiment more with their clothing.

However, whilst Logan had seen Morph in a suit, outside when they'd shift into a female mutants costume, he hadn't seen them wearing much feminine clothing yet

Until today.

Leaning against the end of the banister, Morph was wearing a long red dress, pretty similar to the one in that film they'd watched with how it hugged their body before flaring out at the bottom. Their chest was still relativity flat in their usual form, but the low cut of the dress, enhanced what was there. Logan felt that animalistic nature inside of him growl with want.

Which was new.

Logan recognised the feeling of wanting to hang out with Morph, to protect them, to hear them laugh. But that was a different kind of want... right?

Distracted by their thoughts, Logan hadn't realised that he had never actually replied until he heard Morph let out a nervous laugh.

"Don't tell me, my clutch doesn't match?" Morph said, gesturing to the small white bag in their other hand that Logan honestly hadn't even noticed.

"It's fine." Logan replied, not that he was any authority on fashion. "You look good."

"I know." Morph smiled, striking an over the top pose, but with his enhanced senses, Logan could pick out the blush under their friend's grey skin.

"However, I wish I could say the same for you." Morph teased, pointing at the tangled mess of Logan's tie.

Before Logan could grumble a protest, Morph tucked their bag under their arm and leant forward to fix it themselves.

Logan found himself frozen as impossibly smooth hands, brushed against his neck as Morph fixed his tie. Logan was not one for physical touch, he couldn't remember the last time another person had touched somewhere as vulnerable as his neck, one of the few places on his body that if too badly damaged would be an injury he couldn't walk away from. But he found himself completely trusting under Morph's gentle hands.

This close, Logan could feel the overwhelming smell of whatever perfume Morph had doused themselves in. Logan was sure that it objectively smelled nice. But it his over sensitive nose, it just smelt of chemicals. He preferred Morph's normal smell because it mean that he knew that his friend was still alive.

He could also hear the slightly quickened pace of Morph's pulse, that appeared to beat faster with every moment.

"There," Morph smiled as they finally smoothed out his collar over the newly fixed tie. "Now you shouldn't get us kicked out for looking like a savage again."

Morph took a step back, probably to admire their handiwork, but before Logan even realised what he was doing, he had reached out to grab their hand to keep them still touching.

Thankfully, Morph didn't seem offended, just confused by the action.

Logan shook his head. He didn’t know why he'd just done that. The chemicals from that perfume must've messed with his head.

He corrected himself, dropping his hands before offering out an arm like he'd seen them do in that movie.

He watched as Morph blinked for a second, as though not entirely believing what they were seeing, before a devious grin spread across their face.

"Oh my dear Wolverine, I thought you'd never ask!" They cried, a hand clutched dramatically over their heart as though this was all some big joke.

"Are ya gonna take it or what?" Logan grumbled, for some reason feeling suddenly annoyed.

Rolling their eyes, Morph placed their bag in one hand and looped the other through Logan's arm.

"I bet I can down more free drinks than you can." They faux whispered into his ear, their breath sending shivers down his spine.

"You're gonna loose that bet bub." Logan retorted, falling back into their usual banter after whatever the fuck had just happened.

After a few last minute toilet trips and loosing an argument with Jubilee about her dress being too short, they all piled into the limo waiting outside.

It was a cramped fit for all of them. The low ceilings, darkened windows and close quarters reminded Logan of when he was trapped in that damn cage.

Hunched in the back corner, the other's hadn't noticed his agitation, too busy arguing over whether Jubilee could try any of the free champagne.

All except for Morph, who stroked their hand down his arm and kept up a continuous chatter for the car ride, tethering him to this reality.

Thankfully it was a quick drive to Town Hall where the gala was being held.

Unfortunately, word must've spread about the fundraiser, because the Town Hall was swarmed by a bunch of anti-mutant protestors.

Even out of costume, their group was pretty recognisable and suddenly most of the abuse was getting hurled at them.

Security was doing a decent job keeping the crown contained behind barriers, but there wasn't much they could do to contain to hurtful jabs thrown their way.

Morph faltered on the steps, their sudden stop nearly tripping Logan over.

"Do I really look okay?" They asked, clutching onto his arm even tighter.

"You're a knock-out." Logan replied in honesty. "And if anyone says otherwise, I'll stab them."

Morph snorted.

"I don't think Summer's will be impressed if you cause another international incident."

"Then I'll shove my claws up his ass too."

Logan couldn't help the swell of satisfaction at the sound of Morph's signature cackle.

As the others headed inside, Logan paused at the top of the stairs.

He had fought mad scientists, sentinals and Sinister. Going to some fancy party filled with rich people should not feel like going into battle. Yet it did.

Morph squeezed his arm and Logan glanced up to see that familiar determined smile gazing down at him and Logan couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

Because as always the two of them had each other's back. And whatever battle was waiting for them on the other side of those doors, they would face it together.

#morpherine #logan #wolverine #kevin sydney #morph #morph x men #james logan howlett #logan howlett #james howlett #jubilation lee #jubilee #scott summers #cyclops #jean grey #x men #x men 97 #morph x wolverine #morph x logan

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sukunastoy · 6 hours

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The “Businessman”

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Sukuna

Cw/Tw: Violence, mentions of murder, torture, none of this is towards reader though.

WC: 1221

Note: I wrote something similar to this a long time ago, but I can’t find it on here, so I’m redoing it with more detail. 🫶 I might make this into a series at some point.

~Your CEO husband doesn’t like it when someone makes you cry. They’ll never be a problem for you or anyone else ever again.~

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!! ✨

You're having a shitty day work, your boss being a complete asshole as usual. It's like he deliberately called you out in front of everyone else for the smallest of errors. Regrettably, you end up leaving early so you can go home and decompress. In other words, take a hot bath and cry. You didn't tell your husband, and you just wanted to sleep and not disturb him while he was at work, managing his own company. You didn't have to work, but you didn't like the idea of being just a stay at home wife with nothing to do. You liked a bit of a challenge, but this job was becoming too much of a stress factor in your life. When your boss wasn't being a complete dick, the work was nice, and you truly enjoyed the company of your coworkers. Talking gossip and having friends to go out on lunch dates with were the main perks of this job. Everyone was starting to get fed up with the boss though, and you often thought about quitting, since you didn't need this job, but you didn't want to give up your individuality.

As you pulled into your driveway, you sighed heavily into the steering wheel. It was barely after 10 am. Much too early to be home, but today was just too much to bear. Sulking inside, you kicked off your shoes and shed most of your clothing on the way to your lavish bathroom. You didn't need to tell Sukuna, your petty problems aren't something you wanted to burden him with.

But of course, your husband has tracking on your phone. And while he's in the middle of a meeting, letting his other associates talk about company improvements, his phone vibrates with your change of location. Glancing to the clock, he realizes, it's too early for you to be home. Not that he cares, you're free to do as you wish, but it was abnormal for his wife to be home so early on a work day. He isn't questioned as he stands and leaves the meeting, others knowing his personal affairs aren't to be pried into. This part of his job can wait. He has his driver make a few stops on the way home before he arrives, and he finds you curled into the large bed beneath the blankets. Feeling the mattress sink in next to you, your eyes flutter open to the gorgeous face looking down to you. Sukuna's warm hand is cupping your cheek gently, his thumb rubbing over the small dried tear streak from your eye. His gaze focused on it momentarily before lifting his eyes to yours.

"Hey, princess." he chuckles and kisses your forehead before placing something soft and velvety against your lips. The familiar scent of a rose filled your senses and you smiled weakly to him.

"Is it already after 5..?" You ask through a small yawn, assuming it was the end of his work day. "Not even close." He chuckles, his large hand rubbing across your hip, caressing you softly.

"Saw you went home. Came to check on my darling."

Ah, that's right. You sometimes forgot your husband knew your every move. Others thought it was severely controlling and an invasion to your privacy, but you honestly didn't care. He had his possessive traits, but you knew he'd never interfere into something innocent unless it was to benefit you. Like now. It was little moments like this you enjoyed. You didn't want to bother him, and he could see your location was heading towards home. So, not like you were straying away to a place he didn't know. But, he chose to come on his own. And the rose and small basket of your favorite treats he had got on the way home made it even more endearing.

"Just having a rough day?" His deep voice spoke against your skin as you now cuddled with him, his warm lips gracing your neck in kisses.

"Yeah, my boss can be such an asshole. I swear, he likes to insult everyone in front of a crowd for no reason. Its so embarrassing and I just wasn't in the mood today for his antics."

"Want me to kill him for you?" His serious sounding response made you laugh while shoving his arm playfully. "Ha, I wish."

Oh sweet innocent thing...your husband would do anything for you. With the money and power he possesses, a simple task as that would be nothing. You may have joked and laughed about a crazy fantasy that many wished upon their shitty bosses, but in your case, it would be taken care of.

This wasn't the first time Sukuna heard you complain about your boss, nor the first time you came home early and had been obviously crying. Sukuna was the endearing CEO husband who you loved and trusted with all your heart. At least, to you he was. To others, he was a terrifying sight, especially if anyone crossed him. Or you.

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Sukuna hummed in delight while slipping on a pair of black latex gloves, a slight twitch in his lips, pulling them to a grin across his face.

"If you keep trying to break out of those cuffs, I'm going to bash in your kneecaps." He said nonchalantly to his victim in the chair before him.

"You're fucking crazy! Just let me go man! I didn't do anything to you!"

Sukuna only hummed louder to himself to drown out the pathetic cries of desperation. Again, his victim wrestled with the cuffs, groaning and cussing while trying to slip his hands out of them.

Picking up the sledge hammer that was leaning against his prep table, Sukuna twisted it in his hands briefly, looking at the blunt end of the tool with delight. "Left, or right?" He simply asked, finally looking to the restrained man.

"You're gonna rot in jail for this shit!"

"Left it is."

Taking a step forward, Sukuna swung the sledge hammer swiftly into the mans left knee, and the sickening crunch of bones echoed through the concrete room. It only took one hit to completely destroy the man's knee, and Sukuna laughed in unison with the gargled screams from his victim. The man might eventually pass out from pain, but he'd wake him up again. This wasn't going to be quick and easy. He had too many tools laid out to have his fun for the next several hours. Pulling teeth and prying off fingernails were some of his favorite forms of slow torture.

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Going into work the next day, the news of your boss quitting abruptly with no notice was shocking. You thanked luck, just happy he was finally out of here, and someone more respectable took his place. Perhaps he finally got enough complaints against him. Sukuna would rejoice in the lucky news with you later in the day after he made you an amazing dinner. And when he took you to bed, he made love so passionately to you, his large hands so gentle and tender to your body. You were clueless to his true nature, and he preferred it that way. He took pride in knowing the remains of your old boss were never going to be found. No one was allowed to make his darling cry.

#sukuna jjk #sukuna #tw violence #tw murder #jjk #tw torture

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sarnai4 · 1 day

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Expectation Subversion

Penguins of Madagascar has some of my favorite examples of subverting expectations for personalities. They also gave me something that I try to use when creating my own characters. It seems like the characters can easily fit into a one-dimensional stereotype, but then there's more. Let's start off with Rico.

At first glance, Rico is just a loose cannon. In lesser shows, he might have been. After all, he just needs to be the silly one who spits up weapons and sure, he is, but that's not all. Rico is also fiercely loyal. He's the same one who was terrified of a "haunted" car and still braved it head-on when it had hurt Skipper. Comically enough, he can just as easily turn on the others when Ms. Perky wants him to do something else (cue Rico attacking them because of that darn voice box). An underrated skill of Rico's is how resourceful he is. He always knows exactly what weapon is necessary for the moment. With these skills, his loyalty, and his fun/unhinged flair, he really comes to life as a character.

Private is seemingly just the nice guy of the group. He's the young one who's innocent. Again, this is a part of him. He is very nice, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings like when he was supposed to win a rude-off against Clemson. He's also pretty naive with a lot of things, being unsuspecting about Hans actually being bad. Despite this, there's more to Private than niceness. He's got the most common sense of the group, being the only one to see that grabbing the plant needed to save Maurice's life would be easier than continuing to use the jaws of life AND realizing how unlikely it was that Santa was spending Christmas Eve in a random building. I also love how he's got a backstory of being this almost ruthless mini golf player. His underrated skill is that he's the second best fighter of the group. Solely looking at fin-to-fin combat, Private is the only one who's been on par with Skipper.

Kowalski could have just been the "science nerd." He definitely has this as a core part of him, but he's also such a drama queen. I love it. He's the poster boy for book smarts because this penguin has a score of 0 for practical reasoning. Heck, he had to figure out which instincts to use. His struggles with this leads to him continuously making inventions that almost kill everybody. Kowalski is always an invention away from turning into a mad scientist. I'm convinced this actually has happened before and then he just snaps back to his senses (thinking about times like Jiggles and more). Something else which adds an interesting layer to him is how much he wants to be in charge. He's technically the second-in-command and has made it clear that he'd like to replace Skipper when the time comes. "Kowalski's log...too soon?"

Skipper seems like he's just the tough boss. In a comedy like this, he easily could've been an incompetent leader. Rather than that, he's honestly a very good leader who is clever with his plans. Seriously, his escape plans shown in Pets Peeved and more episodes really demonstrate how thoroughly he can think out a strategy even when he's on the spot. Along with this, Skipper tries to act hard and rough, but he makes it clear that he cares about his team more than anything. He even faced his fear of needles (this show singlehandedly taught me what trypanophobia was) for Private when he learned that the soldier would've been hurt otherwise. It even stretches beyond them. Skipper really cares about everyone in the zoo, going so far as to look out for Julien who is probably one of his least favorite zoo mates. I also really like how much being a leader means to Skipper. When he thought he couldn't be in charge anymore, he was having a meltdown. He even put Private as leader just so that he could make it clear who actually deserves the position. It's so petty, that it's almost beautiful.

#tpom #Pom #penguins of madagascar #the penguins of madagascar #madagascar #pom skipper #pom private #pom kowalski #pom rico

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lordprettyflackotara · 3 hours

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slide || chris sturniolo || the finale

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: slightly unrealistic virginity loss. the long awaited finale is here!! i hope it was worth the wait :)<3

Chris Sturniolo did not want to fall in love with you.

It sounded brutal when he said it out loud, so he didn’t. He allowed the next few days to go by in silence, his phone on do not disturb. You had somehow managed to have woven a delicate web in his mind. The kind that invaded all of its corners.

Chris would lay awake in his bed at night, his eyes centered at the ceiling as he thought about what to do. Would you really allow him to corrupt you? To strip you away of your innocence? Of course he meant that in a sexual way, but in a lifestyle way too. If he encouraged you to fall in love with him, if he allowed it. Would you really be accommodating to his lifestyle? More importantly, would you be safe? It was these questions that kept him up late at night, his head beginning to hurt.

When Friday finally arrived he contemplated bailing. It didn’t sound good when he said it out loud. So again, he didn’t. He wasn’t even sure what you’d be expecting. Was his definition of wine and dine different from yours? The most important thing was simple. It was the one thought that he craved to have an answer to. Some sort of explanation. It didn’t matter which way he tried to wrap his brain around it. It didn’t make sense. Why would someone as pure and good as you, want him?

It was this question alone that brought him to your doorstep. He had never done anything like this for a girl before, or at least, not in a very long time. Once his product began selling things became different, his priorities shifted. Yet, you made him feel like he could throw it all away and still be happy. As long as he was with you. Even with watching as many romcoms as possible and googling how to impress a woman, Chris was still unsure of his capability in impressing you. He didn’t like that. He had never cared about impressing anyone before.

Yet on the contrary, there he stood. At your doorstep with a single rose in hand. Hesitantly Chris rang the doorbell, awkwardly shifting his weight on each foot. He perked up once he heard your familiar heels clicking down the staircase. You opened the front door with a big smile. “Hi,” You greeted. It looked like you couldn’t contain your happiness. Your aura alone was contagious. “Hi,” Chris said, giving you a small smile. He cleared his throat as he held out the rose to you. “I uh, thought you might like this. I cut off the thorns and everything,” He explained.

He watched your face flush pink, your small hand taking the rose from him. “Thank you, hang on let me get it in a vase,” You say, rushing back further into the house. Chris felt a bit out of place, your gated community sub division full of elderly people walking their dogs. Many who seemed to be staring. As you rejoined him you shut the door behind you. “So is there somewhere particular you wanted to go tonight?” Chris asked you. An elderly pair of women seemed to be obviously gawking at you both. Chris licked his dry lips, before realizing the cause.

His eyes flickered to his orange ferrari. The only purchase he allowed himself to spurge on.

Huh. Not the most subtle choice for this kind of neighborhood.

“Honestly i’ve been at enough traditional fancy dinners this week with my parents,” You say. Chris walked you around the car, opening the passengers side door for you. The pair of elderly women were walking past your house, Chris delivering the friendliest wave and smile he could. Once he got inside of the car his full attention returned to you. “Maybe we could just go on a drive then?” Chris suggested. The sun was beginning to set, a deep orange and salmon painting the skies above. Once Chris exited your neighborhood he took a side road, which allowed him to be out of sight from nosy cops.

After all, being twenty one and driving a ferrari is awfully suspicious.

“So this car goes pretty fast huh?” You asked, breaking the silence. Chris nodded. “Yeah it’s the main reason I got it,” He said. That and the neon orange was a bit hard to miss. When he drove this car he did it on purpose. He wanted everyone to know it was him. You bit your bottom lip. “You wanna show me how fast it can go?” You suggested. Your curiosity made Chris chuckle, his right hand immediately switching gears. He watched as you slid off your seatbelt, your short white dress riding up your thighs. He watched as you leaned over, pressing teasing kisses on the outside of his crotch.

Chris swallowed, putting his foot off of the gas. “Go any slower and i’ll stop,” You threatened softly. You couldn’t sound threatening to Chris even if you tried. But in that very sweet moment, he was completely at your disposal. Your small hands began pawing at his belt, the metal clinking. “H-hey are you sure about this?” Chris asked gently. As much as he didn’t want you to stop, he didn’t want you to feel pressured to impress him either. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” You purred. Pulling Chris’s cock out you took his length in your hand, pumping it a few times to max hardness.

He held back a whimper as you kitten licked the slit, his precum coating your tongue. “Do you want me to guide you? I know you haven’t-” Chris began. His question was interrupted by you taking his tip in your mouth, sucking it like your life depended on it. His eyes glanced over, noticing your dress was riding up your hips. Your ass was on full display. He groaned as you licked the underside of his shaft, his eyes threatening to flutter shut. The sun was coming down rapidly, night beginning to ensue.

You had secretly been watching a lot of porn, preparing yourself for Chris. You’d never admit it, but you wanted him so badly it was mind invading. He moaned your name as you began to bob your head up and down his cock. “Fuck, that’s it, such a good girl,” Chris groaned. One of his hands found your hair, gently pushing you further down onto his shaft. He was getting too lost in the pleasure, the sound of you gagging bringing him back to reality. He had accidentally pushed your head down too far. “Oh shit, i’m so sorry-” He began. You pulled off of him, the beautiful sight of saliva coating your chin appearing in front of him.

“Pull over, please. I need you,” You whispered. Chris didn’t need to think twice, pulling his car over. “Backseat?” He asked you. You shook your head, getting out of the car. His eyebrows furrowed as you rounded the front, opening the drivers door.

“You ever fuck a girl on the hood of your car?”

The sentence hardly registered in Chris’s brain as he picked you up, your thighs wrapping around his waist. He sat you down on the hood of his car, his large hands harshly grabbing your ass. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” He confessed, bringing his lips to yours. Your lips. Oh your fucking lips. It was like he had just rolled the perfect blunt. “Really? What have you been thinking about?” You asked, groaning as his lips trailed down the side of your face to your neck. He didn’t hesitate to suck harshly at your skin, his lust clouding his judgment.

“Everything about you. How badly I want to fuck you,” Chris admitted. You giggled, guiding him to pull away and look at you. “I thought you didn’t take virginities,” You say. Chris admired the hickey he had littered on your neck before answering. “Hey don’t get it twisted kid I usually don’t but you, you’re something else. I need to. I need you,” He answered defensively, but honestly. Chris lowered himself onto his knees, yanking your panties down to your ankles. “Can I show you?” He asked softly. Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning his question.

“Can I show you how much I want you?”

“Please.”

Your plea was all he needed, the brunette placing slow kisses up your thighs like he did before. You didn’t seem as nervous this time, your head tilted back and eyes screwed shut. “Hey kid, look at me,” Chris ordered. Hesitantly your eyes fluttered open, meeting Chris’s blue ones. He licked a stripe up your cunt, a shudder of pleasure shooting down your spine. “Like that? You’re so fucking wet,” He hummed. Instinctively you grabbed his hair, attempting to bring him closer. If you had it your way you’d be grinding on his face. But Chris wanted to take his time with you.

You weren’t just a quick fuck to him. He was finally actually completing the fantasy he had been jerking off to for days. He began lapping at your cunt like a starved man, your moans harmony to his ears. He groaned into your folds as he gripped your thighs, squeezing the flesh. “Fuck Chris, just like that,” You whined, tugging at his hair. He knew your roughness was unintentional. But fuck, your desperation was hot.

He brought one finger to your soaking wet entrance. “If anything hurts you have to let me know, okay?” He asked. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him. “Okay,” You agreed. Chris inserted the finger inside of you, your walls squeezing around him. His other hand was wrapped around your thigh, your small hand reaching down and grabbing it. He intertwined his fingers with yours, your palm gripping onto him for dear life. “This okay kid?” He asked. You nodded profusely, your walls beginning to relax.

“More, please,” You answered. Chris slowly brought his lips back to your clit, sucking at the bud gently as he inserted another finger into your eager cunt. Your moans grew louder as he curled his two fingers inside of you, hitting your g spot. He released your clit with a pop, his chin covered in your juices as he admired you from below. “You’re doing such a good job for me,” He praised. You were so fucking tight Chris questioned if he was even going to be able to fit. You mumbled a thanks, your response making Chris smile.

He began to finger fuck you, going faster with each roll of your hips. “Have you ever cum before?” Chris asked you. The moon had settled into the sky, the only lights being the beams of his headlights. “Just from a vibrator,” You panted. Chris grinned mischievously as he abused your g spot with his fingers. “This is going to feel ten times better, just let go for me,” He advised. He resumed your assault on your cunt, lapping up every ounce of juice you provided. You were practically grinding on his face at this point, the cord in your stomach tightening.

“F-f-fucking, fuck, Chris!” You moaned loudly, your orgasm washing over you. Your vision temporarily went white as you came on Chris’s face. His tongue eagerly lapped up your cum, before licking his fingers clean. “You taste so good ma,” He praised. He rose to his feet, bringing his lips to yours. You were overwhelmed in the best way, your own juices coating your tongue. “We can stop here kid, we don’t have to go any further,” Chris told you, his lips barely straying from yours. You leaned forward, grabbing handfuls of his hoodie.

“Please. You have no idea how bad I want you,” You told him. He brought his thumb to your lip, dragging it down slowly. “There’s someone better who can make you feel this way. Someone who doesn’t have five keys of coke in their trunk,” Chris answered. He gulped as he anticipated your answer, the honesty slipping off of his tongue. You brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “There is no one else on the planet I want to take my virginity than you,” You answered. When Chris didn’t seem to believe you, you added, “I trust you Chris.”

He began slowly pumping his shaft, bringing his lips back to yours. His tongue traced your bottom lip, your mouth slowly opening more to grant him access. “If you change your mind at any point just please tell me,” Chris told you. You nodded, meeting his lustful gaze. Your pupils were blown with lust, your cheeks flushed red. “I need more than that kid. You can never take back this moment,” Chris said. You lifted your hand to his, lifting up your pinkie finger. He laced his own with yours. “I pinky promise,” You whispered.

With that Chris brought you to the hood of the car, rubbing his tip up and down your aching cunt. You whimpered as it brushed against your clit. This time Chris brought his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. He guided you to lay on your back, trying to relax you as much as possible. He licked his lips as he began pushing himself inside of you slowly, your face scrunching up in pain. “It’s okay, look at you. Taking me so well,” Chris praised. He could feel your walls spasming around his cock, struggling to accommodate to his size.

Once he was in enough, Chris began to draw slow circles around your clit. This seemed to help you relax, your beautiful eyes slowly fluttering open. You met Chris’s gaze, his cock sinking further inside of you. “You feel so fucking good,” You told him. A goofy smile danced across Chris’s lips, his hand squeezing yours. “So do you ma,” He quipped. His cock had finally bottomed out inside of you, his thumb still circling your clit. You sat up, wrapping your arms around Chris’s neck as you kissed him slowly.

You began to buck your hips against his, the brunette taking it as his queue to start moving. “You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled against your lips. Your mouth dropped into the shape of an O as he began thrusting slowly. “Faster,” You whispered. Chris started picking up the pace, his hips beginning to snap into yours. You had no idea how pretty your face was when Chris was fucking you. He was providing you a foreign pleasure, one that was sending you on a cloud of ecstasy.

Your moans were loud and turned into babbles of his name and curses. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect for me,” Chris grunted. His cock continued to abuse your g spot, your thighs trembling as the cord inside of you tightened. You felt embarrassed your second orgasm was going to come so quickly, your hand squeezing Chris’s. “Thats it, such a good girl for me. Aren’t you kid?” Chris panted. You babbled a response, his hips continuing to snap into yours. Chris could feel his own high coming, the brunette biting his bottom lip.

A girl had never made him cum this quick before. He felt like a teenage boy all over again. Your thighs were visibly shaking, Chris’s hands entangled themselves in your hair. “You wanna cum for me? Make a mess all over my cock?” He asked you. Your moans were pure noises of sin. Those noises ones of music to Chris’s ears. “Fuck yes, please make me cum,” You groaned. With your spare hand you grabbed a handful of Chris’s hoodie, throwing your head back. “R-right there. I’m gonna cum,” You warned him.

Chris continued his pace, smirking. “Yeah? Cum for me ma,” He hummed. He watched in satisfaction as you came around his cock, a white ring forming around his shaft. Without thinking twice he thrust into you one more time, his seed filling your womb. Both of you were panting messes. “Oh shit i’m so sorry, I didn’t ask-” Chris began rambling, fear washing over him. Dazed, you kissed him. “Relax, just buy me a plan b ‘kid,’ You replied teasingly, giggling as Chris ran his hand through his hair.

He pulled himself out of you, both of you mesmerized as his cum dripped down your cunt. “Was that okay?” Chris asked you. You met his concerned gaze. You chuckled as you pressed your forehead against his. “That was fucking amazing Christopher,” You told him. Biting your bottom lip you added on, “Wanna go again?”

Chris teasingly rolled his eyes. “Alright kid let’s get you some food and i’ll consider it. In the mean time let’s get you cleaned up,” He replied. He picked you up by your arms, setting you down onto the ground. He pulled up your panties and made sure your dress was presentable. Your face flushed pink in embarrassment as you noticed both of your cum on the hood of his car. “Uh Chris do you want to wipe that off?” You asked. He rose to his feet, redressing himself. He smirked as he threw his arm around your shoulders.

“And what? Hide from the world I just got to fuck the baddest bitch ever? I don’t think so,” He responded. He flashed you a genuine smile, reflecting the one radiating off of you. “Now let’s slide so I can get you whatever you want kid.”

#matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x y/n #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x you

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aika-starlight · 1 day

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꒰ :🥀'':🍓"♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ: ℐ𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊↷ ⋯

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｡ₓ ू ˚🥀- Preview: It was always you... You were the only one, the only one I loved and still love. But... Suddenly you were gone, you disappeared so quickly... It seems like you forgot me...

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₍₍...₎₎❗ 🍁꒰ ❛ 16+ ❜ ꒱

*'•'‹🥀›Modern au

*'•'‹🍬› rocker! yuuji x reader

*'•'‹🥀›Some mentions of Itafushi

*'•'‹🌷› Everyone is of age in the story

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°•⟩Reader is a girl.

°•⟩ This chapter will contain: Bullying, abusive parents, swearing, feelings of abandonment.

°•⟩English is not my first language, so sorry if some parts don't make sense.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆˚🫧𝟎𝟏˚ ༘✶ ⋆ ˚

🥀› I love Yuuji Itadori, my first love and my only one to this day...

I remember so clearly the first time I laid eyes on him. It was summer, I had just moved to the neighborhood, my mother told me to have fun in a nearby park since I wasn't helping at all.

When I arrived at the park, my eyes immediately lit up, so many cool toys, kids running around and having fun. It was my dream since almost no children lived in my old neighborhood, it was so boring to live there and my parents didn't improve the experience at all.

But this happy atmosphere ended very quickly... The older children who called themselves "owners of the park" didn't like me, they called me a snobby rich girl. My cute stuffed bunny was completely covered in mud, the girls were pulling my hair while the boys were kicking my shins. It was horrible, I don't even know how long I was stabbed.

Magically, I didn't feel anything anymore, but it was because of him, he kicked those bullies in the ass, the vision I had of him that day was magical... I was so embarrassed, my insides bubbled and my face immediately heated up.

I gently took his hand while I thanked him and he just smiled and complimented my dress that was filled with strawberries, he said he loved strawberries and that he liked me for that, for liking me too...

I remember that I spent the whole afternoon playing with him, it was the most incredible afternoon of my life, I was so happy that I didn't even care about my mother's unnecessary scolding and to top it off I talked about him throughout dinner.

After that, Yuuji became one of my favorite people... We were inseparable, everything he did, I did.

We went to the same elementary school and honestly that made me lose my fear of school, because I knew that with Yuuji by my side I didn't need to be afraid of anything, he would protect me.

At my 6th birthday party, Yuuji was the only one who attended, he told me that we didn't need anyone else since we had better fun alone. I knew he didn't want me to be upset, but deep down, it was true.

And Yuuji didn't lie, we had a lot of fun alone.

In elementary school I realized that I loved Yuuji, more than a friend, it was something romantic... That's when I started making lunches for him, his parents were working a lot lately so it ended up that Yuuji ran out of snacks and the school food didn't work. It was one of the best, as I had always made my own meals since I was little, I didn't see any problem with doubling the quantity.

The first time I handed Yuuji the lunch box, with the cloth decorated with stars and the rice in the shape of a cute rabbit, I saw his cheeks turn red and his eyes sparkled, he smiled widely and gave me a big hug. .

As we were eating, I realized I wanted to see him look like this more often.

Yuuji was excited on his own, but this time it seemed so different... I never knew why...

Once Yuuji invited me to his house to play with the hose, I went, how could I not go?

All I know is that it was incredible, Yuuji's family was a thousand times cooler than mine, they let us have fun.

Yuuji's father was calm and sometimes even joined us in light games, Yuuji's mother was affectionate, she made lots of delicious sweets when I went there and there were also his brothers, Sukuna, 16 years old, he was very grumpy. and angry (Yuuji said he was like his grandfather), he was never at home when I visited Yuuji and there was Choso, his 15 year old brother, he was already cooler than Sukuna, but he liked to stay in his room. But sometimes Yuuji and I would go in just to listen to him play his guitar.

On that hose bath day, I remember Yuuji said he would marry me, because I was his best friend and we should be together forever. After that I couldn't sleep for happiness.

Yes! I would marry Yuuji.

Or maybe not...

One day Yuuji simply didn't come to class, which was very strange since he always warned me by calling me on my home phone. And I didn't get any that morning...

When leaving school I chose to go to Yuuji's house before going to my...

But it was so empty and no one answered the door.

A tall woman came up to me and asked if I was lost, I replied saying that she was waiting for my friend.

She just replied "Oh..."

I didn't understand why it sounded so sad...

She told me that the Itadori family was not living but in the house, it seems that Yuuji's grandfather was very sick and the family was looking for treatment outside of Sendai, as it didn't exist here... A week ago they had gotten a treatment in Tokyo and a place to stay too, it turned out that today they definitely moved there.

I was so scared, my best friend is gone, I'm going to go back to being a girl alone again...

I only know that that day I ran home and locked myself in my room...

When I calmed down and went out to dinner, my mother told me that Yuuji had stopped by before he moved and had left his mother's phone number so that we could continue to keep in touch.

I was happy.

As I didn't have a phone, I used my mother's, with a lot of effort she gave in, when I heard Yuuji's voice I felt relieved. And the feeling of loneliness soon went away.

Whenever I left school he would call me, he would tell me everything about his new school and I would tell him about how mine was, we talked for about 3 hours a day, if my mother didn't stop me it would be more than that.

But one day he stopped calling me, that one day turned into a week, which turned into 4, which at the end of the conversation turned into 2 months without calling me.

I called, but no one answered...

It was from that moment on that our only means of contact ended...

Spending the rest of elementary school without Yuuji was horrible, I wondered if he had already found new people to replace me, or if he even missed me... I was without friends. There were some girls who exchanged a few words with me, but it wasn't enough to be considered friends.

At the end of elementary school and the beginning of high school, I received a phone as a gift.

The first thing I did was install social networks to try to find Yuuji.

I searched everywhere for his name... But I couldn't find it... One of those guys was him...

I kept thinking that maybe he didn't have a cell phone, but his parents were so liberal that it's quite possible he's had one for a long time.

When high school started I accepted that I lost Yuuji forever and that I would never see him again. Sometimes we just weren't meant to be together...

I just know that every year of my high school was shit, I ended up changing schools.

And for some reason the bullying returned, it was that trio type, where there is the leader who has god syndrome and the two servants who are only with the leader because she is "popular".

I think that all the offensive shit that exists I have already heard while living with it.

I begged to change schools, but my father said I'm just being cool and I can't handle "normal" teenage games, in the end I ended up becoming the stranger in the story.

The least my father did for me was put me in therapy, I think I'm only alive because of that, at a certain point in the first year of high school I was diagnosed with depression, it seems like since Yuuji left all the shit impossible to happen were happening.

I underwent treatment for depression and after two years I was finally cured... The anxiety still remained with me, it is no longer a big problem.

I decided to send my CV to colleges in Tokyo, Yokohama and Osaka, to study visual arts, thanks to the support of my psychologist.

My parents were against it, but I didn't care, I'm already of legal age.

I was surprised when I went to a college in Tokyo, it's called jujutsu, it's a very well-regarded college in Tokyo, it's one of the best.

Well, at least I'll start over...

I packed everything I had and went to Tokyo.

My classes start in 5 days, but I'm going to pack my things in the dorm first, college dorms are shared with one other person.

I was looking forward to meeting my roommate...

After a 2 hour flight I landed in Tokyo, unloaded my bags and took a taxi to college. The path was peaceful, I spent the entire trip looking at the Tokyo landscape wishing I had my camera in my hand to take photos.

In the middle of my treatment, my psychologist thought it would be a good idea for me to start photographing things, this ended up becoming a hobby.

When I arrived at college, I talked to the people in charge of the dorms, made an ID card and got my keys.

After a leisurely walk, I arrive at the door of my dorm and stop. I look at the door with butterflies in my stomach and start to unlock it.

The door opens and I start to look around, it's a simple but comfortable dorm, when I look around the room I see suitcases thrown on the living room floor, it's likely that my roommate is already here, I can feel the butterflies in my stomach again .

I walk a little around the living room and see that it is divided with the kitchen, the kitchen is simple and only has what is necessary, when I look in the left corner I see a hallway. Where there was access to two doors, that's where the bedrooms are, my roommate is probably already in his.

I go to the hallway and walk towards the left door, when I open the door the first thing I see is a woman and a man kissing. But it wasn't a simple kiss, it was making out, they noticed my presence since for some reason the door made a point of making a lot of noise, I feel my face heat up and I start to scream for forgiveness. I quickly close the door, still red, I feel like tears might come out of embarrassment.

Shit... I ruined someone's fuck.

I thought, what a great first impression to give your roommate, I run into the next room and lock the door in embarrassment.

How am I going to get out of here now?... I would like to stick my face in the ground.

After about 15 minutes I calmed down, I had already organized some things in my room, so I decided to go out to get a glass of water in the kitchen.

When I arrive in the room I see the two of them, they look at me and I look back at them, then the girl stands up and extends her hand to me. "A pleasure! I'm Kirara Hoshi, your roommate. I'm sorry about the scene you saw a while ago..." She rubs her neck nervously. "I thought this year I would be without one." I smile and take her hand. "No problem! My name is (Name) (last name), nice to meet you.”

She smiles widely. "I like you (nickname)! You're cute." She puts her arm around my neck and points to the man sitting there smiling. "This is Kin, Kinji Hakari, my boyfriend." He gives a small wave. "Nice to meet you." I say giving a wave of my hand.

Hakari and Kirara were cool, besides being stylish, Kirara was so beautiful that she felt a little envious. But we quickly hit it off, I was so happy about that, as our first impressions weren't that great.

Spending the last 5 days together, I learned a lot about her, she is studying performing arts and Hakari was studying financial management, but he had already finished some time ago, Kirara was in her final year.

I've never had so much fun for 5 days...

They went by so quickly that when I realized the next day my classes would already start.

I slowly open my eyes and realize that it's morning, I get up, still unconscious and go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

When I open the cupboard, the first thing I see is Kirara's cereal, she wouldn't mind if I got some...

I grab the bowl closest to me and pour in some of the cereal, adding milk right after. Soon after, I sit down and enjoy this food.

I look at the meal and think how childish this breakfast was, I accidentally ended up feeling nostalgic for my childhood.

I finish in a few minutes and then go get ready, in the bathroom I take a relaxing shower, then I brush my teeth, use my hairdryer and try to make my hair visually beautiful. I dress in a long-sleeved white blouse, with two buttons on the front to cover a little more cleavage, to match I wear a gray skirt that is a little voluminous, I put on beautiful white socks and to complement it I wear doll shoes.

I grab my bag with some jellyfish details and stars and head towards the door to leave.

When I enter college, I find the hallway full of people, it makes me nervous.

I could see people of all styles, and it always seems like everyone hangs out with their own little group, something I particularly hated.

It was a pain to go through them and it was even more annoying trying to find the room for my first class.

I arrived at my class early and got a comfortable seat, as the class hadn't started yet, I started doodling in my sketchbook. It was a very simple drawing of a whale.

When I start to paint with watercolors I hear someone praising my drawing, the voice came from my right, right in the empty space next to me. Scared, I look to the side and see a boy with black hair next to me, he had several piercings, in his ears, nose, mouth and cheek. His clothes had a style that gave off a rocker vibe, it was beautiful. His eyes were dark blue with incredibly large eyelashes, it was to be envied.

"Your painting of him matches your line very well..." He said pointing to the drawing.

I feel slightly embarrassed by the compliment, I'm not used to this kind of thing. "Thank you... It was a very quick drawing that I made..." I say smiling, a silence falls between us, so I ask. "Do you also draw?" And he shakes his head gently.

"Want to see them?" He says looking at me waiting for some kind of answer, I shake my head softly and move closer to him to see drawings of him.

He then takes a folder from his bag and opens it.

Even though his style is a little gothic, his drawings are so soft and beautiful, the colors were bright but at the same time soft. His drawings brought a strange sense of peace...

He had almost every class with me, so we spent a lot of time together. I later found out that his name was Megumi Fushiguro, but he preferred that I call him by his first name, Megumi.

Megumi had invited me to join him and his friends at lunch, I accepted.

I'm happy that things are different in Tokyo, but I still think that if Yuuji was here things would be a thousand times better... I remember our dream of living together, we had several dreams... Silly, childish dreams, but... It was so good to dream.

When classes ended, we went straight to the cafeteria. Megumi took me to an isolated table, according to him, he and his friends sat there.

Megumi had gone out to get food for us, I gave him money to pay my share, but he refused and said he would pay for both of us since he invited me to lunch. He had also told me that his friends would arrive soon, they didn't arrive.

So when Megumi came back he had a confused look, but he didn't care much. I asked why his friends didn't come and he just shook his shoulders and said "They must be up to something, I'd rather stay out." When he said that, I gave a simple laugh.

Lunch was fun, even though it may not seem like it, it was easy to talk to Megumi. After we finished eating, I thanked him for lunch and said goodbye, we wouldn't see each other again, since we had different classes. From what he told me, he seems to be studying two different courses, one visual arts and the other was Music.

He also told me that he and his friends had a metal band, which I thought was great, he noticed that I was enchanted and invited me to watch their rehearsal today after classes at the gym, I happily accepted, he asked me to I met him in the main hallway and he was going to take me to the gym.

After that we said goodbye.

After classes ended, I felt butterflies in my stomach... I was waiting for Megumi in the place he and I had agreed on.

He was late and after standing still for a long time reflecting, I realized that it would be a very annoying situation, since Megumi invited me without even contacting her friends... What if they don't like my presence?

I don't even want to imagine... Fortunately, Megumi arrives to stop any more negative thoughts.

We had a calm walk to the gym, when we were 3 meters away I could hear the sounds of the guitar and drums, it sounded insane.

Entering the gym I could see Megumi's friends playing, on the drums was a white-haired boy with purple eyes and some kind of tattoo near his lips. On the keyboard was a boy with black hair, his eyes were dark and deep, he had dark circles under his eyes showing that he had spent a few nights without sleeping. The female voice I heard was that of a girl, her hair was beautiful, red and silky, she had dark makeup on, her brown eyes shone as she released her beautiful voice. And along with the girl I hear a male voice, a boy with pink and brown hair... Just like Yuuji... My eyes become melancholic with the memory, the boy looked like him, even though he also wore a certain type of makeup... It was just like Yuuji, the pink-haired boy was rocking the guitar and giving him goosebumps.

It was then that with the sound of the gym door closing everyone looked towards me and Megumi. A girl with green hair and glasses walks towards us irritably, I can even hear the curses that haven't even been uttered yet.

"Megumi! Where were you? Why didn't you go to the cafeteria?!"

Said the girl irritated. Confused Megumi tilts her head.

"What coffee shop?" The girl sighs and looks irritated again. "The new cafeteria near the college, Yuta sent a message saying that we were going to have lunch there today." Megumi just looks at her and says that this Yuta guy hadn't warned her anything. The girl turns irritably to the black-haired boy, but immediately returns to Megumi.

"Why didn't you call us then?"

As she says this, the two vocalists approach, one of them being the boy who looks like Yuuji. They stand next to the green-haired girl. "I was with (Name), I ended up forgetting to call, sorry Maki..." He lied, he just didn't want to go out to look for them.

"Who the hell is (Name)?" He said the girl with red hair.

I raise my hand lightly "I'm (Name), nice to meet you..." I'm nervous, I'm very nervous...

"I met (Name) in the visual arts course..." The boy who looked like Yuuji seemed to examine me from top to bottom as he approached a little closer.

"I'm Yuuji Itadori, nice to meet you!" They extend their hand smiling.

"Yuuji?..." My body freezes, I can't move... My eyes widen in surprise, my vision becomes blurred. Impossible, it can't be him... He's so different, but the smile... It's still the same, warm and bright.

Does he remember me?... I feel tears coming down. And I see him get worried and whisper to the girl next to him.

"Do you remember me Yuuji?..."

I say looking at him smiling slightly, but he still doesn't seem to remember.

"(Name) (Surname)... It's me Yuuji and (Name)!"

His eyes widen in surprise, a smile growing on his face as he quickly grabs me.

"(Name)... How long..." He hugs me tightly and smells my hair.

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Hi I have a question! Um I know you wrote it like a while ago, but do you think you will do a part 2 of the mechanic y/n with the animatronics? The one where she has a fear of them. If you do a second part do you think you can tag me?

Mechanic Y/N Part 2

Word count: 1,732

Finally got around to actually writing another part to this! It's looking like my brain is actually letting me write again and I couldn't be happier. I hope this went in a direction you like. I figured I'd try to give Y/N some one on one time with Chica since I don't think I've ever actually written that. I'll probably try to do the same with Roxy at some point as well but I figured Chica would be the most likely to be able to actually calm Y/N down. Anyway I hope you like it!

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Your brush with a very grumpy Monty left you shaking and desperately trying to find somewhere you could actually be alone and try to calm down. Being around your bosses or coworkers like this would definitely not bode well for you. You honestly doubted they would fire you due to something like this but they would question your ability to properly do your job and you just couldn't let that happen. Spotting a nearby janitor's closet you rush over, opening the door and stepping into the surprisingly large space. The closet is full of the typical cleaning supplies and back up parts but it also opens up to what looks like a walk way that could serve as a back way to get from place to place. Closing the door behind you, you move forward, curious about the odd space you've found. When you round the corner however you notice a charging pod, blue lightning bolt glowing to signal someone is in it. You look up towards the little window that lets you see inside and your eyes land on the familiar face of the papa bear himself, Freddy. He doesn't notice you at first, eyes closed as if he's sleeping. It stands to reason that recharge is sort of like sleeping for them so it makes sense he would treat it like that. Curious, you step closer, watching the bear for any sign he might wake up. Unfortunately for you, with your focus so intently on Freddy you don't notice a piece of metal tubing haphazardly placed against the nearby wall. Your foot hits it, causing it to fall down with an audible clank. You flinch, looking up towards the bear again hoping it didn't alert him to your presence. Unfortunately for you, Freddy is a light sleeper.

“Y/N? What are you doing back here? Most of the staff don't come back here unless they're looking for something. Is there anything I can help you with?” The bear asks, stepping out of the charger and causing an audible hiss when the door opens. He steps down, looking down at your small frame and waiting for you to respond to him. Meanwhile you can't get your mouth to actually open and form words, too terrified by the sight in front of you. You're extremely close to the bear, face only coming up to his stomach hatch area. “Uh…..Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks, noticing you seem completely frozen and unable to talk. He's not sure what's going through your head but he's certainly not used to this sort of reaction from people, even in the past you'd never done this. Then again you'd avoided ever actually being this close to him. Eventually the bear gets down on one knee so he's more eye level with you, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you're currently in. “Superstar?” He says worriedly, moving to put a hand on your cheek. The movement knocks you out of your trance and you immediately move away from the bear, leaving him stunned with his hand still in the air.

“Y-Yup! I'm totally fine Freddy! See you later!” You reply quickly, wanting nothing more than to get away from the animatronic. First Monty and now this? God could you really do this job if you were this scared? Freddy pauses, bringing his hand down and trying to figure out what's going on here.

“Y/N. Wait a moment. I know something is wrong. Your heart rate is elevated and you seem to be going through a panic attack. How can I help?” The bear asks, causing you to stop and give him a rather rushed and fake smile.

“N-No no! No panic attacks here! I don't know what you're talking about Fred!” You reply, still frantically trying to think of a way to get out of this situation. “Gotta go check in on some of the staff bots! See ya!” You reply before quickly moving away from Freddy and out of the janitor's closet, leaving the bear still down on one knee and completely stunned by the whole interaction. Was it something he said?

After that ‘terrifying’, at least in your mind, interaction you head towards an out of place little hallway, shaking all the way there and trying to catch your breath. Freddy hadn't done anything scary persay but just being that close to that big of an animatronic scared the absolute shit out of you. Again you question how the hell you're going to do this job if you can't even get close to these robots without having a panic attack. Letting out a sigh you let your back fall against a nearby wall, sliding down it until your butt hits the ground. Should you just quit now? You'd been able to handle taking care of the simpler robots around the place but maybe that's just because they're closer to the size of normal people and unable to really do what the main four could. Sighing once again you put your head in your knees, trying to calm yourself down so you can go back out and actually do your job.

Just then you hear the familiar sound of an animatronic as they walk, getting closer and closer. Your head pops up immediately, eyes landing on the relatively short form of Chica, who thankfully is around the same size as a typical human female being the shortest of the group. Before you can protest the chicken comes and sits down next to you, smiling warmly at you.

“Hiya rock chick! Freddy told me what happened. I figured I'd try to find you and see if I could help ya out!” The chicken says cheerfully, You sit there nervously eyeing her and she eventually puts two and two together. “Would it help if I move away a bit, sweetie? I don't want to scare you or cause you more anxiety.” She explains, your look of confusion at what she says answers quite a few of her questions without you even having to say a word. The chicken moves away a bit, sitting with her legs closed and to one side. “Look sweetie. I'm not sure what we've done to scare you but none of us are out to get you. We just want to make sure you're okay. Freddy is worried sick about you and is convinced he did something wrong.” She explains, earning a confused look from you once again. You can't get over just how lifelike these beings are. They're unlike literally anything you've worked on before and they seem to have their own thoughts and feelings. Biting your lip nervously you try desperately to think of something to say to her, feeling kinda bad for worrying Freddy like this. Though to be fair you weren't even aware he could actually worry like this.

“You don't have to talk if you don't want to Rock Chick. I don't want to make this any more scary for you.” Chica states, keeping her movements slow and visible while monitoring your heart rate and breathing. “I do want to know though. Did we cause this in some way? You can just shake or nod your head if you want.” She explains, smiling when you shake your head no in reply. “Oh good. I was scared maybe Monty did something that freaked you out, or Roxy. I love her but she can be so blunt sometimes.” She rambles, which surprisingly is actually helping to calm you down. Despite knowing Chica is an animatronic she's actually extremely like a normal human in size and personality, like a bubbly friend who loves to talk. “Is it the whole size thing? Seems to make the parents a bit nervous too.” She continues, pausing to see if you'll shake your head in reply which you eventually do, a nod to be exact though the size thing isn't the only thing about them that scares you.

“I-Its a lot of things….” You manage, Chica playfully gasping in response.

“It speaks! Well I can't say I blame you for being nervous Rock Chick. Those boys make even me nervous sometimes. Especially when Monty gets angry and messes up his room. I think that would scare anyone. We really don't mean any harm though…..well me and Freddy don't. He's just a big teddy bear…..and I don't think Roxy or Monty do either, they're just difficult sometimes.” She replies, still smiling warmly to try and reassure you. “It's totally okay to take a while to get over this too Rock Chick. But I'm happy to help however I can!” She finishes, smile still bright as the sun. She puts a hand out for you, waiting for you to make a move to actually grab it. She doesn't have the sharp claws like the others do and her hand more or less just looks like a humans for the most part, like you can still tell she's an animatronic but at least they tried to make her more human like. You pause, staring at her hand for a few moments while she patiently waits to see if you're willing to take it. Eventually, albeit hesitantly, you put your shaky hand into hers and the happy little smile that she gives you when you do makes you smile a bit in response. How could you not? She just seems so happy that you actually gave her some trust.

“There you go sweetheart! Well done, I'm so proud of you!” She praises, making you blush a bit in the process. “Awe, you're so cute when you blush! You should do it more often, cupcake. Do you want to come hang out in my green room so you can calm down? We can get you some sweets and have some girl time hm?” She suggests, causing you to pause for a moment. You're worried about being seen by the others but are hoping maybe Chica will send them a message and tell them to leave you be for a bit, actually the chicken thought to do just that as soon as you nodded your head in response to her question. She bounces happily before carefully standing and starting to help you up. “Yay! Let's get to it, Rock Chick!” She states happily before beginning to lead you back towards rockstar row and to her room.

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