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BE GOOD TO ME • A. HOTCHNER X READER

__ used in place of reader's name; age gap (both legal, unspecified, hotch implied to have worked with the reader's father); fem!reader; alcohol consumption; fluff; angst (i'm v bad at it, apologies); fears of abandonment; hotch is a bit insensitive at times; no jack or haley (assumed they have the same issues with his work & broke up pre-fic); sexual tension; has a nsfw section, skip from: (“Okay, they’re shut,” -> "I'll stay." if you are a minor or don't like smut; ~5k words; a poorly written ending, honestly; an (early!!!) birthday present for @hotchfiles (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) smut warnings: dom!hotch (nothing intense), fingering, marking, unprotected sex (do not copy them <3), oral (m receiving).

Moving was always a hassle.

Stressful, tiring, made tensions high — the works. It took the better part of your first day in Quantico to move in, and you could only settle onto your new couch (courtesy of your father, who’d worked in Narcotics at the FBI early on in his career, and was more than excited to find out that you wanted to move there) when the sun was thirty minutes from setting.

“Yes, yeah, Dad, I’m fine. I only had thirty more minutes of unpacking when you were leaving,” you click on speaker phone and lean your head back, sighing as you try to work a cord in your neck. “I’ll say hi to my neighbors tomorrow. Yes. Yes, I’m going to eat. The food you gave me to put in the fridge. I have my first day at the café tomorrow, I’ll get groceries then.”

He rambles for a bit and you close your eyes, letting him talk and talk. It’s nice. You know he worries.

“Ok, Dad, I got it. I’ll contact Gideon if anything comes up, and I’ll ask around for his team or wife — girlfriend? — if he’s busy. I love you, but I’m gonna go get ready for bed. Okay? Yeah. Thank you. Bye-bye,”

He hangs up first, knowing you hate to be the one to click it.

You sigh and stretch, tossing the phone down on the cushion. By the time you gain the energy to stand and go to the fridge, there’s a ring of your doorbell.

You’re not expecting anyone, so you approach cautiously, peering through the peephole. It’s a man, older, but you can’t place by how much, standing with his hands in his pockets.

You crack the door, keeping the secondary lock in place. “Hello?”

“Good evening,” his voice has a nice husk to it. “Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name’s Aaron, I’m your neighbor. Wanted to ask if there’s any groceries or anything I could bring you, something to help you get settled or maybe you forgot to pack for the move…?”

You eye him warily.

“I was going to make cookies but I can’t bake.”

You chuckle. “Um, I think I’m okay. Are you handy, by any chance?”

“A little. I can do stuff around the house.”

“Then,” you pause, looking at his eyes. “Is there a chance I can get your number? You know, so if there’s any issue I can call you to come round and take a look,”

“Sure,” he smiles warmly at you. “I’m a little busy sometimes, though, so it might take me a few days to get around to stopping by.”

You nod and quickly undo the inner latch and open the door more fully. “That’s alright, I don’t expect you to drop your life because I can’t fix a leaking faucet. Can you wait here while I grab my phone?”

He nods, looking respectfully at only the foyer and not further into your new home, carefully avoiding focusing on the stacks of boxes you haven’t gotten to unpacking (full of knick-knacks and unimportant things that you decided could wait to be put on display).

It doesn’t take long to save each other’s contacts, and while there’s no more excuse for him to be on your stoop, you want to talk to him more. “Do you have anyone to eat dinner with?”

Subtle, your inner voice snarks back.

“No,” he smiles sadly, bitterness to it. “Just me.”

“Well, it’s just lasagna to reheat, but if you’d prefer to not eat alone…”

“I’d love that…?”

“__,” you smile. “Come on in, Aaron. I’ll get you a plate.”

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Work goes well, getting adjusted is easy.

You make friends with your coworkers and a few regulars, go out a few times and find a group of girls you mesh with.

Then again, you were a pretty sociable person, always trying to smile and improve people’s days. It was partially why you didn’t absolutely hate service work. There was a silver lining to every interaction.

Aaron was nice, too.

You’d had an issue with water pressure when you finally (after much longer than you’d like to admit) got your new shower head attached, and he’d come over and let his dress shirt get soaked while he fixed it for you.

Whenever you ask about work, he dances around anything more than telling you “FBI” and that he “travels a lot”, but you didn’t mind too much. Everyone has their secrets, and you knew your dad had seen some terrible things.

You can only imagine what Aaron has seen.

He was good company, had a dry and witty humor that you never expected, kind eyes and a gentle smile you were lucky to see despite his tiredness, and, well, he was handsome.

You weren’t against eye candy, even if you didn’t know much personally about him. It took a week to learn how old he was, and a few days while was gone for work for you to reconcile that he was old enough to have worked with your father when he was at Narcotics.

It’s been two weeks since you’d last seen him, but he calls, voice exhausted and rough, raw, even, from what seems to have been an emotional case.

“Aaron?”

He hums, sighs on the other side of the line.

“Everything okay?”

“Just tired,” he doesn’t explain more. “Can you keep talking?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” you can’t help the way your brow furrows in concern about how worn-out he sounds. “Well, I can tell you about my job. I’m not nearly as secretive, Mr. FBI,” you tease, and he exhales — a softer, happier one.

And so you do, rambling about different coffees, trying desperately to coax him into trying a latte (he refuses every single time you try to tell him he’d like one, but assures you there’s someone on his team who has equal amounts of sugar and coffee in his — you’re sure he’s exaggerating, the sugar would be too much for almost anyone — who would love to try your drink combos); telling him about regulars and new customers, the music that played, if there’s a song you know he’d like; really, anything you can think of.

“When do you get back?”

“We’ve landed, I’m back.” There’s more shuffling than there had been on his end, papers sliding and the crackling connection as he moves the phone before bringing it back to his ear. “Just finishing some paperwork.”

“Is it stuff that can’t be seen?”

“No. It’s not confidential.”

“Do you want to do it at your house, then? Or visiting my place. I made pasta and steak, I can heat some back up for you. I’m sure you haven’t been eating well when you’re chasing down bad guys, or… whatever you do when you’re gone, I’m not sure exactly.”

Aaron chuckles. “Thanks, __. Give me thirty minutes?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to stay on the line?”

He hesitates.

“No. No, it’s okay. I’ll see you in a little while.”

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He takes closer to forty-five minutes, but you expected something to take a bit longer than he said. And it’s not a bother. Really, it was welcome because it let you run out to the store and buy a nice wine (you hoped he likes red), and reheat the food better than just by the microwave.

When he knocks, you try not to scurry over too quickly and to temper your smile. “Come in,”

Aaron smiles tiredly at you, and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He hangs up his suit jacket and loosens his tie slightly.

He looks at the table and his brows raise. “Wine?”

“I figured you could use something to unwind,”

“Sounds lovely.”

You can’t tell if he actually means that, or if he just doesn’t like red, doesn’t want wine, or what, and is being polite but you don’t push it.

“Are you going to eat, too?”

“I already did,” you smile at him. “I was going to do dishes so I don’t leave them in the sink overnight — I try to never do that. But it can wait if you’d rather have company.”

He moves his napkin. “Well, I’d be able to hear you from the kitchen. More efficient,”

“Got it,”

You hum to yourself in the lulls of conversation with him, scrubbing a plate clean. He eats quickly, when you’re not across from him, and you find this out when he comes in with his dishes.

“Let me wash them. My mess,”

“You’re a guest,” you protest, but you don’t do much to dissuade him, watching the way he rolls up his sleeves and his forearms flex with a lazy smile as he scrubs off the alfredo sauce. “At least leave your glass. We can drink and talk for a bit.”

He raises his brows but nods, pushing it to the side.

“Do you want to talk about work?” You ask him as you fill one for you and then top off his. “Or would you prefer anything else.”

“I’ve been talking about dead bodies and abductions for two weeks. I’d like something more normal,” Aaron answers smoothly before pausing, placing his plate in your dishrack. “I’ve never told you that I deal with that, have I?”

“No,” you hand him his wine and guide him to your couch. “But I can make a guess why you haven’t,”

“I’m sure you can.”

“My father, he was in Narcotics, actually.” You look for a flash of recognition in his eyes, but without saying your father’s name there is none. “Maybe he worked with you at some point. But he would always come home tense and it strained my parent’s relationship… I get it.”

Aaron swallows. You guess relationships are a sore spot.

“Wanna hear about the last time I went out?” You couldn’t think about a better topic, and grimace when he sighs and sinks back into the cushions. “Nothing gross,”

“Hit me.”

You tell him, excited, bubbly, and pause about two-thirds into recounting the drinking games and how you could barely walk by the end of it. Namely, because you want to leave out the fact you almost drunk-dialed him (and that you were super wasted in public, considering he’s a federal agent), and second, because you realize you could show him the dress you were wearing that night.

Maybe the wine is getting to you a little, but you buzz with excitement at the idea of him eyeing you up and down.

“Actually, I wanna show you something!” Your voice is too excited and you know it when he gives you a questioning look. “Wait here.”

You stumble a little changing out of your clothes and quickly zip yourself into the dress, clasp the same necklace back on. Your hair isn’t done the same, your makeup is your day makeup and not what you wear out, but you still look pretty.

Maybe a little less slutty than you did that night, but the way the dress clings to your curves would make up for it. Hopefully.

“Close your eyes!” You call out to him.

“What?” Aaron calls back, and you hear an exaggerated groan when you don’t reply. “Okay, they’re shut,”

You saunter out and lightly grab his wrist — he’s holding his hands to cover his sight completely, and your heart flutters at the boyishness — and tug them away. “What do you think?”

Aaron opens his eyes almost directly to your cleavage as you straighten up, and he snaps his attention to your face. That doesn’t last long as you spin and twirl, letting the light catch the glittery details.

He’s moved his eyes to your hips and how much of your thighs are exposed.

He clears his throat. “You wore this out when you were that drunk?”

“Don’t worry,” you smile. “I was safe!”

“You were telling me you could barely walk,”

You pout at him. “You’re so serious, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm.”

A beat of silence.

Another.

“Twirl for me again?”

You beam at him and obey, squeaking when he pauses you once you face away.

“It’s not fully zipped,” he lets his fingers trace above the zipper as he stands, and you feel him pressing closer to you — tall, imposing, strong. Warmth radiating off his skin. “Can I?”

You debate what to say.

“Actually,” you breathe in deeply, trying to keep your voice level. “I think I cinched the waist too tight at the clasps. Can you loosen them?”

Aaron’s breath ghosts over the nape of your neck, and he says nothing as he slowly unzips it, fingers sparking desire and tensing the muscles as his fingers trail down your spine after the zipper.

“Right here?” He asks, tugging at the cinch to make his point clear.

You smile and let the straps slip from your shoulders in a fake stretch. His breath hitches.

“A little lower,”

Aaron listens, entranced, undoing more and more until his fingers ghost right above your panties — a thong, maroon-y red.

You imagine he’s shut his eyes now, trying to respect you despite the way you’re clearly trying to get into his pants.

And so, you act.

You reach back and grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him a little closer to the crook of your neck.

“__,” he whispers.

“Aaron,” you match the soft desire thrumming under the words. “Please.”

You know he’ll snap when you arch your back, pressing back into his hardening bulge and pushing your chest out — right into his line of sight.

He kisses the skin of your neck gently, sucking on it harshly before running his tongue over the stinging sensation. He guides the dress down you fully, strong hands squeezing the fat on your thighs with a groan before slipping up and around your waist to cup your breasts.

“You’re beautiful,”

“Please don’t waste time on easing into it,” you grit out, aching for him. “I want you. Badly.”

“Shh,” he soothes, unclasping your necklace and placing it on the small stand by your couch, kissing where the cold metal had sat. “You’ll get me,”

You whimper out in surprise as he spins you and crashes his lips into yours forcefully, pressing you into him so your nipples brush against his ironed and perfect dress shirt, a perfect, aching friction.

A confident hand goes to your thong and snaps the waistband against your hip as you press further into him, blindly pawing at his pants.

“Walk me to your bedroom,” he tells you when he pulls back for air, and you stumble into the wall twice, too wrapped up in his kisses and heat to move with grace.

He lays you down, but before he can pull back and stand, you pull him next to you.

“Let me,” you say, tugging his tie loose and nimbly undoing his buttons with only a slight tremor to your hands. The button-up falls open to beautiful strength and skin, dotted with freckles and rippling with strength as he shrugs the fabric off and flings it to the floor.

When you start on his belt, his eyes bore into you and you shrink under the gaze once you tug it loose.

“Sit back,” he nods towards the headboard. “Now.”

You swallow and scramble to move where he wants. He strips down to his boxers and shifts to move over you, bracing on his knees and a forearm. He pecks your lips with a smile before deepening the kiss.

He leaves you gasping for air by the time he moves to lick over your nipples as his calloused fingers find their way into your panties. You quiver at the roughness on your clit, the way the fabric of the thong slips against you with his movements.

He pulls off you, and your eyes hungrily drink in his deep breaths and the filthy sight of his fingers moving in your underwear, back arching as he slips one finger into you and continues to roll your clit with his thumb.

“More?” He asks when your hips grind down to meet him.

“Want it,” you gasp out, squeezing him over his boxers. The precum that’s leaked through makes you keen with need. “‘M ready.”

“I’d rather you not get hurt,” he pushes in another finger. “So be patient.”

You huff, fucking up against his hand.

He pulls back and pins you with that same hand, smearing your arousal over your hip. “You can’t wait?”

“Maybe I like it with a little pain.”

He raises a brow at that and sighs, but he lets go of you to pull down and kick off his boxers.

Your mouth dries at the sight of his cock, and you ache, so desperately empty. You grab at his shoulders, broad and strong, and he can’t help the twitch of a smile as he rubs himself against you and you squirm.

You kiss him as you hook your leg around him and drag him into you, delighting in the gasp of pleasure he lets out against your lips. His jaw sets, teeth grinding as he sets a torturously slow pace, letting you feel the drag of every vein and inch against your velvety walls.

You dig your nails into his back and scratch, and his hips stutter before finally speeding up. It’s still not enough, but finally forceful enough to draw sounds from your lips.

“You like a little pain too,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to leave a bite on his neck. He cranes back and out of reach, folding your legs up to drive deeper.

“I can take it. Can you?” Aaron asks, no expectation of an answer as he finally sets a pace that drives you to near silent gasps and shaking muscles.

You whimper, digging your nails in more harshly to feel the way his shoulders flex as he moves one of his hands to rub your clit. His skin and his movements are rough and aggressive, punching moans out of you without care, sitting your nerves on fire.

He doesn’t relent, leaving wet kisses along your sweat slick skin as he fucks into you so hard you quiver in his hold, small and weak and helpless under him.

You moan at the idea, arching up into him as he scrapes his teeth over your left breast.

“More,” you beg breathlessly. “I can take it all,”

His brow furrows in delicious determination over darkened, blown-out eyes, lips tightening to hold in his gruff moans as he drags you closer to your ecstasy.

“Yeah?” He asks, bringing a hand to squeeze your cheeks together. “Want it all?”

You nod eagerly, urge him down for another kiss, and you clench when he sucks on your tongue before pulling back and completely away.

“Hands and knees.”

You flip hurriedly, trying to hide the way your muscles shake from the effort. He catches it, though, wraps an arm under and around your waist to help support you as he drapes himself over your back and slides back in.

It’s almost claustrophobic, so warm and close to him, skin slick with sweat, heavy breaths coming out in humid pants, wet presses of his lips and tongue to your shoulders and the nape of your neck; but you love it, whining and keening as he angles his hips just right and rubs your clit again.

You’re so, so, so close to the edge, you can almost taste it.

“Let go,” he orders, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own sounds.

And you do, quivering around him, pussy desperately trying to keep him in place as he fucks you through it.

He hisses, and you whine at the empty feeling, rolling over to see him leaning back and jerking himself off, head tossed back and veins popping out.

You crawl over and grin up at him “fuck my mouth” before taking him in, and he hisses, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Shit, __,” he groans, and you realize it’s the first time he’s said your name or lost composure during this. You hum in response and bob your head further down before hollowing your cheeks.

His hips jerk, but before he can apologize for the movement, you moan around him and press lower.

Aaron groans, deep and broken with need, and it only takes a few more seconds for him to cum, thighs twitching under your palms.

He tugs you off and kisses you after you swallow, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Let me clean you up,” he whispers after a few moments, observing how you’re still shaking from the aftershocks.

He leaves and comes back with a washcloth, wiping you clean and apologizing softly when you wince from oversensitivity.

Aaron even helps you get dressed (finds pajamas in a drawer for you and hands them to you) and makes sure you pee and brush your teeth.

When he starts gathering his things, you grab him. “Stay.”

He pauses and sighs, shirt bundled in his hand. He slips back into his boxers and slides under the duvet next to you.

“I’ll stay.”

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When you wake up, Aaron is gone.

No note. No voicemail.

It stings. He’d even cleaned up the wine glasses and brought your necklace onto your nightstand.

When you stand, it aches, muscles exhausted. You shower slowly and pensively, chewing on your lip as you consider calling him.

You don’t.

You fix yourself coffee, eat some fruit and pancakes, and get ready for work. It’d be a long day standing and delivering orders with the way your muscles burned, but maybe it’d distract you.

You don’t even hear from him again for a week, and part of you is mad at him, but most of you is scared — you’d figured out that he deals with homicides and abductions that night, and there was a worry that took root and grew that he could be dead, and you wouldn’t know.

When you hear from him, it’s one a.m. on a Friday (Saturday, you suppose, since it’s past night).

“Hello?” You ask groggily, not having checked the caller I.D.

“__,” Aaron sighs out. He sounds relieved.

You tense. “Aaron.”

There’s awkward silence.

“Why are you calling?”

“I hadn’t heard from you all week,” he tells you, and your heart twists in your chest.

Who did he think he was, to sleep with you, leave without warning, and call like nothing happened?

“I wonder why,” you snap, voice bitter and biting.

Aaron sighs and shuffles.

More uncomfortable silence.

“Where did you go?”

“Home. I had to get dressed for work.”

You hope none of his team is around. You’re already upset enough just talking to him, and that’s without a team of whatever-the-fuck he does FBI agents listening in.

“No message?”

“Should I have left one?” Aaron sighs, and you can practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re not dating, __.”

“Yeah. I can tell.” You scoff. “Then why do you care that I didn't call you?”

“I like your company, you know that.”

“You do a hell of a job making it clear.”

Eyes burning with tears you’re holding back, you finally ask.

“What do you want, Aaron?”

“To talk.”

“No,” you grouse, wiping the tear that rolls down your cheek.

“__, please, come on.”

“Come on?” You repeat, incredulous. “Aaron, I like you. You used me for sex and left. I’m fucking pissed at you,”

“You’re too young for me.” Aaron sighs. “I’m always at work. It’s dangerous work, too. You could have any guy,”

“Yeah. A shame I want you. And my age didn’t seem to matter last week. If you don’t want to date me, just say it!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“That I want to see you.”

“No. Please… stop calling me,”

You hope he doesn’t hear the choked sob that leaves your lips as you hang up.

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You ignore him for two weeks pretty well, pretending to be gone or asleep every time he rings the doorbell, tossing out his sad attempts at cookies (even if you feel like crying knowing he can’t make cookies or bake for shit and is doing it just for you), letting the flowers he placed die on your stoop.

The first time you hear about him again — he hadn’t left messages in a few days — is actually at work.

A younger man, about your age, boyishly cute and nothing like who you wanted, comes in and smiles at you.

“Hey, do you have any like… special drinks?” He’s stuttering. “My friend—boss?— recommended this place, said you had lattes I might like.”

The gears turn a little.

(There’s someone on my team who would drink it.

I want you to try it, Aaron.

I don’t do sugar in my coffee, __. But he does, I swear it’s more sugar than coffee sometimes. I’ll let him know the name of your café.

Should I be expecting him?

Yeah, maybe. His name’s Spencer. He’s a good kid.)

“Boss?”

“Yeah! We work together, but we’re also friends, but he could fire me, so I never know how to introduce him.”

You giggle slightly. “Um, well, we have a seasonal drink.”

You rattle off the options and ingredients, and when he finally decides on his order, he blinks at you a few times.

“You know, your name is familiar. __.” He’s trying to place it.

With a smile, you glance at him. “What’d you say yours was? For the order.”

“Spencer.”

Bingo.

You write it on the cup and look to see if there’s a line. There isn’t. You hand the cup to the other barista working with the order ticket.

“Where’d you say you worked, Spencer?”

“I didn’t. But I work at the FBI in the BAU—that’s the behavioral analysis unit. We do something called profiling to catch unsubs, unknown subjects, who commit a variety of different crimes.”

You nod.

Profiler.

You’d think someone who knows the human condition and behavior so well would know not to leave a girl without a goodbye when you slept together the night before.

“Your boss, his name Aaron?”

“Hotch.” Spencer supplies automatically before his ears catch up. “Wait, yeah. Aaron Hotchner. You know him?”

You smile tightly, not sure what he’s shared with his team. With the BAU. “We’re neighbors.”

Spencer grins. “You should come in and surprise him! He’s been bothered by something lately, but he won’t tell any of us why. Maybe he’ll tell you.”

You tense. “You all sound like a nosy bunch, Spencer,” you hope your voice comes across light and playful enough. You thank your coworker for his coffee and say “I’m also on shift. Here’s your coffee. Have a good day.”

He smiles and says “you too!” and turns around. He almost bumps into someone immediately and you hear a rush of apologies as he looks at his watch and hurries out of the café.

You sigh.

All day, what Spencer said runs through your mind. Had he really been struggling? He had to be, assuming Spencer didn’t know you… and if Aaron is as private as you think he is, Spencer definitely doesn’t know you.

When you get home, Aaron is waiting on your doorstep, and it takes everything in you to not turn around and get right back in your car, drive somewhere for dinner.

“__,” his voice is pleading, broken and soft.

“Aaron, please,” you sigh. “I’m tired of the excuses.”

“I know. I know. Let’s talk. Actually.”

You huff.

“... I’ll talk. You listen. I’m the one who has apologizing to do,”

“First right thing you’ve said in a while,” you mumble bitterly, brushing past him to unlock your door. “Come on.”

He follows you slowly, and one glance at his face fills you with guilt. He looks like a kicked puppy.

Damn him and his pretty brown eyes.

You settle on the couch with wine. “Go on,”

Aaron swallows. “I… got a call. A work call. At three. After we slept together, I needed to run to grab all my things, get new clothes…

It was a brutal case. The… the guy — we caught him — was killing girls who looked like you. And, selfishly, I thought, maybe if I just ignored you I wouldn’t be worried. And that you’d be okay, that it didn’t matter to you like it mattered to me.

But I kept seeing him kill you in my nightmares, and I knew I needed to focus on work before he killed another innocent woman. That if I called you, I’d break down and be a burden on the team and the case.

And I know that’s not good enough, I should’ve left a message or called anyway.

I do like you. And your age is part of me not calling, I just don’t know if it’s right. For me to want you.”

He pauses and stares into your eyes before looking to the ground. “I don’t care if it’s right anymore. I do want you. When I close my eyes before bed, I see your smile, I think of you, and I just,” he digs his nails into his thighs, exhales heavily. “I want you so fucking bad,”

You swallow. “Care to show me?”

“Not tonight.” Aaron sighs. “I don’t want… I don’t want it to seem like I just want your body.”

“Even if I say it’s okay?”

“Even then,” he leans over and kisses you.

Sweetly. Romantic, even.

“Let me make it up to you. What do you say about dinner tomorrow?” He rubs his thumb over your cheek. “Let me show you that I want you,”

“Sounds good, Hotchner.”

His brows shoot up. “How do you know my last name?”

“Well, I met this guy,” you say teasingly. “His name’s Spencer. Ring a bell?”

Aaron curses. “Did he say anything?”

“Just that you seemed down. He didn’t know anything, I just said you were my neighbor. Why, did you miss me? That why you were so miserable?”

“Yeah.” It’s the most confident he’s sounded all night. “Going forward…” he pauses. “Just slap me if I’m being an ass. I thought I was going crazy not being able to see you.”

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✦ CHILDE. [ tartaglia ]

“childe? is that you?” you grin, leaning over the back of your seat as you realise who’s sitting behind you, “i didn’t know you take the bus back too!” his face cracks into a wide beam upon noticing you, “y/n! hi! i do sometimes when i’m too tired to walk.” and just like that, the two of you start talking excitedly – you’re classmates, though you aren’t too close you both still consider each other friends, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to instead of staring out the window at the rain with your earphones plugged in to pretend you’re in a music video.

somehow, the conversation turns to birthdays, and as childe asks when yours is, you smirk, “it’s today!” you swear his blue eyes open so big you’re worried they might just tumble out of his head as he gasps, “what?! today?! so you’re turning a year older today?!” “yeah!” you nod, giggling at his exaggerated reaction. “nah, you’ve got to come here so i can wish you properly,” he shakes his head seriously, and you tilt your head in confusion, “there’s someone sitting beside you already though…”

you shouldn’t have doubted the one and only tartaglia for even a moment, because the next second, he turns to the man beside him with zero hesitation and gives them the most blinding persuasive smile ever, “hey! would you mind switching seats with my friend over there? it’s their birthday, and i really want to wish them!” “childe!” you scold, heat rushing to your face at his casual confession to this total stranger, “stop disturbing random people!” “but it’s your birthday!” he replies innocently, ocean eyes gleaming aquamarine. the man beside him seems a little confused by childe’s demeanour, but he’s probably more scared of what his reaction would be if he said no, so he nods, “sure, i guess…” and as the bus rattles along its familiar route, you switch places with the stranger, profuse thanks spilling from your lips before you fix childe with a scolding gaze.

“hey, it worked!” he raises his hands in surrender, only to quickly grasp yours and shake it heartily, “happy birthday, comrade!” you laugh, shaking your head, “you’re so silly. thank you, childe.” you both hide your chuckles as you joke about the poor guy that had to switch with you, and you tease and banter with each other all the way to the train station.

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

it has been a long day. not necessarily bad, but one of those days where the universe seems to be conspiring against you to make every small thing go wrong enough to get on your nerves. right now, you’re at your wits end as you stumble onto the bus, sending the bus driver a sheepish smile when your card only buzzes on the third tap. your eyes scan the interior – almost all of the seats are occupied, and your friend has skipped ahead to sit with someone else she knows.

but your gaze stops short on a maroon-haired guy looking out the window, and with an internal cheer you realise that the seat next to him is empty and quickly slide into it. now that you’re closer, you notice that he’s actually quite handsome; all fluffy maroon hair and forest green eyes with a few moles dotted across his pale skin. you’re so busy staring that you don’t realise he’s trying to tell you something until he clears his throat. “y-yeah?!” you stutter in surprise at his sudden attempt at conversation. that was a dumb reply. now you’re staring at him with wide eyes as he softly asks, “um, is that your wallet?”

you look at the floor where he’s pointing, only to realise with horror: that is your wallet! “oh… hahaha, that is mine. thank you,” you’re ninety percent sure you are giving off the worst first impression of all time with your stupid responses. it’s almost like you’ve never spoken to another human being in your life. and what’s with your outfit?! of course the one day you don’t dress up is the day you end up sitting next to the world’s cutest stranger. as you bend down to pick up your wallet, you silently curse your unlucky stars. you dropped your purse in front of a cute guy! can this day get any worse?!

famous last words.

because two seconds later, you’re trying to sit up straight again, and you hit your head on the hard back of the seat in front of yours. even worse, you groan loudly, “ow!” “holy archons… are you okay?” the stranger beside you gasps, although as you rub your head and look at them, it’s pretty obvious that they’re trying to hold back laughter. you’re torn between laughing or crying your eyes out, but the humour of the absolutely idiotic situation you’re in kicks in and you end up giggling even as you’re wincing in pain, “i’m fine, thank you… i promise i’m not usually this clumsy.” “really?” he quirks an eyebrow with a teasing smile, “could’ve fooled me.” “hey!” you pout, folding your arms across your chest in playful offence, “i know i might have just made the worst first impression ever, but i swear i’m a lot cooler!” “i’ll be the judge of that,” his gaze softens and he tilts his head, “i’m heizou, by the way.” “i’m y/n! let’s restart this whole thing – it’s nice to meet you!”

luckily for you, the bus is stuck in traffic, and the two of you end up talking about everything under the sun on the long journey to the train station. you aren’t certain if he’s convinced that you’re cool yet, but you’ll definitely keep working on it – even if it’s only to see the way his cute dimples appear whenever his features crease into a smile at your jokes.

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

it’s been a tiring day of an exhausting course. but at the very least, you’ve got your new friend to complain to as the two of you wait for the bus. “you know, i was so glad you asked me to join your group!” you grin at xiao, adjusting your tote bag. “it’s no big deal… you were alone, so i thought you could join us,” he gives you a soft smile, jade streaks of hair framing his face as they peek out from under his dark cap. “yeah, but still! it’s so difficult to make friends when the classes are so huge, so it was really nice of you.” “that’s true. you’re the first person i’m talking to outside class,” he nods in agreement. his casual statement makes you remember that you’re a professional yapper and you panic, “oh! by the way, if i’m talking too much, just tell me to shut up! i talk a lot, so that’s totally fine.” he chuckles, and his response makes a happy smile grace your lips, “no, it’s okay. i prefer listening, so it’s fine if you talk a lot.” so talk is what you do until the bus finally rumbles into the bus stop.

the constant bumping of the bus on the rough roads combined with the soothing noise of the rain tapping against the window makes you drowsy, and you turn to xiao, “if i fall asleep before we reach the train station, you better wake me up, okay? don’t abandon me on the bus and just go home!” the corner of his lips quirk up into what might be a teasing smile, “no promises.” but when he sees your distraught expression, he reassures you, “just kidding. i’ll wake you up.” “okay…” you mumble a response, and within a few seconds, you’re asleep, head lolling forward as the bus continues along. you don’t usually fall asleep on public transport, far too worried that you’ll miss your stop and end up on the other end of teyvat, but with xiao beside you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, right?

you’re in the middle of a very nice dream when you hear xiao’s soft voice calling you, “y/n?” and his tone is so gentle, like he didn’t want to startle you, that it almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you stretch a little, eyes flickering open before sliding shut again, “mmm…” “we’re almost there,” he murmurs. and there it is again, that soft, gentle voice that you swear sounds like honey. you’re almost going to pass out, and definitely not from sleepiness. “okay… i’m awake.” you manage a smile, and he tilts his head almost worriedly, “don’t fall asleep on the train.” “i won’t!” you grin widely as you hop off the bus, hoping that shows how you’re 100% awake right now, and he smiles, “okay then, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

bahaha these are very messy but i just needed to get these out of my system before i went insane i think i should take the bus more often 😋 also yes these are all 100% experienced by yours truly and have not even been exaggerated for the sake of this fic // general masterlist

#✏️ — quill writes !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #astronetwrk #childe x reader #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #genshin impact fluff #xiao fluff

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Matt Sturniolo Head cannons

matt sturniolo x reader, use of y/n, head cannons, what I think it would be like dating Matt

warning smut talk at these bullets ◈

AN: so this is the first thing Im really putting on the internet that is from my brain lol. I've posted edits on my TikTok that's a fan page for them ri.bead03 (shameless plug here lol). But I hope you enjoy this and even if you don't I still think this is going to be fun lol.

◆ Matt really likes the outdoors so he takes you on hikes and on picnics all of them time just the two of you and nature. Taking you out to public places aren't really his thing.

◆ He loves being around you when your comfortable with who your around and seeing the true side of you. He loves hearing your true laugh and when you smile and show off your teeth.

◆ He really likes cats. All animals really-cats, dogs, fish, deer- but cats really stick out to him. you like to think it's because he relates to them and how sometimes they like to be around people and sometimes they just sleep the day away and don't see anyone at all.

◆ He loves to cuddle. He just likes to be touching or hugging you at all times. It doesn't matter what time or day or where you guys are at he's always asking you if he can hold your hand or hug you.

◆ He cant cook and you think its the cutest thing ever but he hates that he cant provide for you even tho he does in more way than one.

◆ He is always asking to talk and tell you about the way he is feeling and wanting to know what is going on in your life as well. He always wants to know why your upset or why you could be mad at him, wanting to know what he can fix about something he is doing.

◈ Matt is a switch in bed, he loves being the top and having you become a moaning mess unraveling beneath him

◈ Matt loves when you take over in bed becoming possessive and telling him what to do.

◈ Matt loves when you squirt. He loves when you make a mess with your juices praising you when you do. "you did so good for me y/n" "God you're such a good girl I could cum again just from you squirting around me"

◈ When you are the dom to Matt he loves when you ride him, he loves seeing your tits bounce as you ride him. You telling him to hold him orgasm as you ride to your high.

◈ Matt loves when you scream his name, it makes him crazy.

◆ Matt loves driving you around and taking you from store to store, even if he stays in the car he refuses to let you pay when you go out. He is always handing you his card saying "no limit" "go crazy babe". He loves to spoil you rotten.

◆ When Matt goes out to film a Friday video he always makes sure to text you when they get to the parking lot, when they start and stop filming, and when they are on the way home.

◆ (if you read) Matt loves going to the book store with you. He likes the calm atmosphere and calming smell of books. He's always buys the ones you touch even if you put them down he's asking " are you sure princess? I don't mind getting it." He will always take the books from you and carry them around the store for you and all the way out to the car as well.

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AN pt. 2: Ok I hope you guys liked that lol. also if you want any of these kinda turned into a fic I will try my best with that lol. let me know what you think, if anything could be improved and what not. OKAY BYE LOVE YOU! thank you for reading :) :)

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #smut #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #headcanon #Matt headcannon #headcannons

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roses-for-rosalyn · 1 year

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The Old Church Parking Lot

Look, I had an idea for a fic and all the sudden it was 4:00 am. I promise one day I'll write a fic where reader isn't a goddamn pillow princess, but today is not that day. Enjoy my darlings.

word count: 3k

minors dni pretty please 🔞

content warnings: Dealer! Ellie, innocent reader, friends to lovers, drug use 🍃, kissing, teasing, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), reader being a pillow princess

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“You’re joking.” Ellie raises her eyebrows at you like she actually expects you to take it back. “You have been on this earth for 19 years and you haven’t smoked weed?” You shake your head. “Ever?” You can’t help but laugh, her stunned expression doesn’t leave her face. She won’t take her eyes off you despite the fact that she’s literally driving.

“Eyes on the fucking road Els Jesus.” She nods and hesitantly turns back to look at the street. “I just never had the chance I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “Grew up in a small town, not many friends. We mostly just got drunk. It was easier, and less illegal.” You have no idea why this information shocks Ellie to her core, but there’s something else there, an excitement maybe?

“We’re gonna fix that. Tonight. I’ll pick you up after work.” She was definitely excited and extremely eager. She pulls into your driveway and puts the car in park.

“Oh yeah? And where are you gonna get it from, not exactly like there’s a store we can stop at.”

Ellie looks straight ahead and tales a beat before she answers “I kind of…deal the stuff.” She still won’t look at you. “It’s a side gig type thing, helps me stay afloat.” You can’t say you're shocked. You haven’t known Ellie long, she was one of those friends that you kind of just started spending a shit ton of time with out of nowhere. She was still new to you even though it felt like you’d known her your whole life, you were still learning about each other slowly.

“Ok that’s…incredibly convenient, but where do we go?” You were both home from college for the summer, hence living with your parents. Ellie turns to face you, she brings her hand up to her mouth and starts biting her nail in concentration. It was an incredibly cute little habit, you could see her brain working to find a solution.

“We’ll sit in the old church parking lot, I can drive us home after.”

“Works for me.” You shrug. “See you later I guess.” You smile at Ellie and she has this devilish smirk on her face like she knows something you don’t.

“God I can’t wait.” Her voice was breathy and low, something you hadn’t heard before, but it was incredibly…attractive. You go to open the car door and step out onto your driveway.

“See ya.”

“Bye.” You shut the door and head inside, having no idea what you have just agreed to.

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You have tried on your entire closet at this point. You usually weren’t like this with Ellie, normally you couldn’t care less what you looked like, but something felt different between you two lately. The type of different where you felt like you needed to look good when you saw her. You’re not gonna dwell on it though, that would just make everything worse.

You finally settle on just an old, cropped graphic tee and jeans. It’s something you wore all the time, unfortunately your whole wardrobe was strewn about your floor, so this was the best option.

Jesus why were you nervous? Probably because you were about to do drugs for the first time. Definitely no other reason.

You pass the time by doing your makeup. It always helps you relax, makes you feel good inside and out. Before you knew it Ellie was texting you she was on her way. She pulls into the driveway, her headlights lighting up your living room. You begin the trek out your front door to her car. It feels like it takes forever, you go through each motion as if you're moving through water. You finally get to her small car and open the passenger door.

“Hey princess.” Ellie is smiling ear to ear, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen her this elated.

“Hey.” You can’t help but laugh at her exaggerated expression.

“You ready? You excited?” She’s still smiling, she looks fucking adorable, it’s ridiculous.

“Definitely not as excited as you clearly are.” You can’t help but be a little nervous trying something new, but you were trying it with someone you trusted.

“We’re gonna have fun. Promise.” With that she turns up the music and pulls out of your driveway.

On the way to the parking lot you and Ellie belt out 90s hits at the top of your lungs. The windows are down, the wind blowing on your face and through your hair. It almost completely gets rid of any nerves you had. You look over at Ellie, watching her exaggerated expressions and hand movements. She acts out the words in the song like she’s performing. You can’t help but smile at her ridiculousness.

You pull into the parking lot and Ellie turns the radio down. Her arm reaches over your lap to the glove box. Her arm faintly brushes your thighs as she opens it. She pulls out a little baggie with what you would assume are blunts in it.

“These are pre-rolls. Normally you would have someone else test them out first. This shit could easily be laced with fentanyl, which can kill you. You don’t know where it comes from, you never touch it first.” She looks at you with a serious expression on her face. “Got it?” You nod vigorously, she is obviously in her element here, trying to teach you everything she knows to keep you safe. “Words princess, that’s the most important thing I’ll teach you tonight.”

“Yup, got it.” Why is this so incredibly hot? The way she wants to make sure you’re safe, she’s acting like a stern teacher and it's severely throwing you off.

She smiles and then continues “But, since you’re getting it from me, and I know where this has been and where it’s from, we’re safe.” You smile and nod, appreciating the reassurance. She takes the preroll from the baggie and grabs a lighter from the console.

“So you’ve never smoked anything before?” You shake your head “Ok so I’m gonna light this end,” She taps the tapered end of the roll, “You’re going to put your lips around it like a straw and inhale once to get it into your mouth, and then a second time to get it to your lungs.”

“That made absolutely zero sense to me.” Ellie laughs, shaking her head.

“You want me to go first, so you can watch?” Oh god yes.

“Yeah, that might make it easier.” Ellie nods and brings the preroll to her lips. She lights it with her green gas station lighter and you watch her inhale as she puts the lighter back down. She exhales a cloud of smoke towards you and you are immediately turned on. Why did she have to make exhaling seductive?

“Your turn.” She hands you the roll and you take it between two fingers. You bring it to your lips like Ellie said. Inhale once, twice. Fuck.

You immediately feel the smoke tickle your lungs and throat. You cough out the smoke rather than elegantly exhaling as Ellie did. God, it fucking burns.

“Try to breathe through your nose babe, here I brought a water bottle for ya.” You immediately grab the water bottle, trading Ellie for the blunt, you eagerly gulp it down. The water sort of soothes the burn, your violent coughing turning into heavy breathing.

“You didn’t warn me I’d have a fucking asthma attack.” You cough again while Ellie giggles at your pain.

“I forgot. But I knew you wouldn’t die, plus the surprise on your face was kind of funny.” She takes another hit and passes it back to you. You try again, but a smaller breath this time. It doesn’t burn as much this time.

“I also forgot to mention, like how this shit makes you feel. It’s different for everyone really.” You pass the preroll back to Ellie. “Mostly it just makes you relax, but some people get talkative, some get sleepy, and most people get incredibly hungry.” She pauses like she’s thinking of saying something but is holding back.

“What?” Ellie shakers her head.

“Nothing… I didn’t even know if I wanted to bring it up, but like it also can make everything feel incredibly good.”

“What do you mean?” This seems like it’s going in a direction you and Ellie have never really gone before. Ellie would talk about her sexual ventures with other women on occasion, but you never really discussed anything in detail about yourselves. It’s not like you would have much to add with the sex stories anyways, you just listened to Ellie and nodded. You definitely did not have the experience she had.

“Like it makes people touching you feel 100 times better.” She sighs and laughs “It basically makes most people horny.” She looks at you with a kind of sheepish look. You wouldn’t expect someone with as much experience as her being shy talking about this stuff. Was she… Blushing? It was hard to tell in the dark, you could have definitely imagined it.

You start to feel a smile tug at your lips and a warmth slowly floods your body. “I think...it’s hitting.” You giggle at literally nothing, which makes Ellie giggle. “Feels really good.” You breathe out. You caress your own arm, testing Ellie’s knowledge. “Woah.”

“What?” Ellie’s smiling at you, she decided she likes how you act high. It’s probably one of the more adorable things she’s ever seen.

“Touching does feel weird.” You continue to caress your own arm, you can feel the warmth of your own hands grazing across the small hairs of your forearm and it tickles.

“It’s usually other people touching you that feels weird, but whatever works for you over there.” You look at her and back at your arm.

“You touch me then.” You reach your arm out, eagerly inviting Ellie to come closer.

“I can’t.” She looks down, taking the last hit from the blunt. She won’t meet your eyes.

“Why?”

“If I start touching you I can’t guarantee I can stop.” She stops herself abruptly like the sentence was forced out of her. She puts out the blunt before finally looking up at you, her confession lingering in the air between you. She’s searching your eyes for any disgust or rejection. She finds none.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Ellie just looks at you, eyes wide with disbelief. You’re suddenly aware of how desperately your body is craving her touch. Your entire body ignites with a type of electricity, it courses through you causing your skin to become tingly.

Using your sudden desperation as a sort of courage you climb over to straddle Ellie’s lap. You hold onto her shoulders to steady yourself and Ellie backs the seat as far away from the steering wheel as she can. She keeps looking at you with those wide eyes. She moves her hands to cup your face gently, like she’s convinced you'll disappear. She keeps searching your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation and all she finds is pure hunger.

She kisses you, her lips are so soft and warm you immediately relax. You move your hands from her shoulders and thread them into her hair and she kisses you harder. She uses her tongue to open up your mouth and you groan at the sensation. She moves her hands down under the hem of your shirt. She grabs your breasts and starts roughly massaging the soft skin. She pulls down one of the cups of your bra and starts teasing your nipple. She pinches it between her fingers and you moan into her mouth at the feeling. She stops the kiss to pull your shirt over your head and immediately continues as she throws your shirt into the passenger's seat. She moves her mouth down and encloses it around your nipple, you gasp at the feeling of her warm tongue sucking and circling your sensitive bud. The ache between your legs has become more noticeable, it’s demanding attention. You start grinding a bit on Ellies lap. The seam of your jeans is barely teasing your clit through your underwear. It was heavenly, but not enough.

Ellie is trying to devour you. She moves her mouth from your breasts to your neck. Exploring with gentle kisses until she finds just the right spot. She nips and sucks until you're squirming on her lap uncontrollably.

“Back seat.” She breathes out. You nod vigorously and climb off her lap and awkwardly maneuver your way to the back seat. You lean up against the car door while Ellie adjusts her seat again to make room. It gives you a moment to breathe before she moves to straddle your waist and continues where she left off. She kisses between your breasts down your stomach, gently making a trail down your body with her lips. She’s so gentle and slow, the feeling of her soft lips on your body is driving you insane.

She gets to the hem of your jeans and unbuttons them. This is where you start to realize you’re entering uncharted territory. You’re trying not to panic, but suddenly a breathy “Ellie,” Escapes from your swollen lips. She immediately pauses and looks up at you. She sees the slight nervousness in your expression and immediately understands.

“No one’s ever-” You don’t even know how to finish that sentence without embarrassing yourself.

“I know,” Her face softens “We’ll go nice and slow, tell me when I need to stop okay?”

“Okay.” You nod and Ellie continues unbuttoning your jeans. Nervous butterflies invade your stomach, despite your altered state. Ellie pulls the jeans off and throws them on the floor. She then takes off her flannel leaving her in a black tank top. Her biceps and veins are enhanced by the moonlight, You can see her muscles flex and move as she does. She moves down kissing along the hem of your panties before placing a kiss on your clit. The sight of her head between your thighs is enough to push the ache in your cunt to an unbearable level. She teases you over the fabric, rubbing her fingers up and down your slit slowly. She brushes her finger over your clit repeatedly and a desperate whine escapes from your mouth.

“I know princess, just a little longer.” Ellie is savoring you like you’re the last thing she’ll ever see. She places light kisses on your inner thighs as she continues to tease you.

Finally she moves your panties to the side. She runs a finger from your entrance to your clit collecting the wetness that pooled between your legs. You can’t help but whimper, your clit feels ten times more sensitive than usual. Every time Ellie is near it the feeling reverberates through your entire body. She blows out a breath on your cunt and the feeling is heavenly.

“Doing ok, pretty girl?” She looks up from between your legs and you have to resist squeezing them together at the sound of her voice. It was low and raspy, and every word sounded like honey.

“Yes.” You nod, your eyes squeeze shut in frustration.

“Look at me.” Her voice was lower, demanding. “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.” And with that she lowers her mouth onto your bare cunt. She laps at your clit lightly, she moves her tongue in circles around it, continuing her teasing. She licks from your entrance up to your sensitive bud and begins sucking on it. Your hips immediately buck up towards Ellie’s mouth at the foreign feeling. You are moaning loudly and uncontrollably, you had no idea anything could ever feel this way. It’s almost too much.

Ellie moves her finger to circle your wet hole, once you relax a little she starts to slowly push her finger into you. She makes sure to be slow and careful.

“Ellie.” You whine out once curls her finger and hits just the right spot inside you. She continues sucking on your clit and slowly curling her finger inside of you.

“God you're so tight, you gotta relax for me princess.” You try to focus on relaxing around her finger, once you do Ellie adds a second finger. Your cunt swallows it greedily and you whimper at the pressure of two of her slender fingers inside of you. She sucks at your clit even harder and you gasp out “Ellie please ‘s too much.”

Ellie pauses for a moment “I know baby, you just have to breathe for me. Here, hold onto me.” She places one of your hands on her arm which is wrapped around your thigh. You do what she says and relax under her. You try to let your body melt into her. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me.”

She starts sucking lightly on your clit again. You impulsively use your other had to grab at her hair at the feeling. The pleasure in your stomach is starting to come to a high point, you’ve never felt this before. It was all consuming. Ellie is making little groaning sounds which vibrate through your body. You can feel her start fucking you harder, her fingers hitting that spongey spot inside of you at every thrust. Your back starts to arch while the pressure in your belly grows. Nothing has ever felt like this, it's building to a point so intense you almost start to worry.

“Els, what-” You barely get your question out before blinding pleasure takes over your body. You moan out Ellie's name loudly over and over as she continues to fuck you. It moves in waves, crashing through you causing you to buck your hip into Ellie's mouth and fingers over and over. You whimper and whine each time her fingers move in and out of you. She fucks you through the whole thing until you start squirming away.

She pulls her fingers out of you and sucks them clean. You stare in disbelief, you didn’t even know someone could do that. Your arousal was covering her lips and chin, glistening. She crawls on top of you to kiss you and you can taste yourself on her tongue. If your limbs weren’t jelly that alone would be enough to make you want to do all of that again.

“I am so glad you chose to get high with me, you have no idea.” Ellie’s smile is contagious. It has just registered you’ve never seen it like this, laying below her, it felt right.

“Yea let’s do that again sometime soon.” You both laugh a little. Ellie lays her head on your chest and sighs.

“Very soon.”

#ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us 2 #the last of us ellie #modern au #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #dealer!ellie #dealer!ellie smut

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 5 months

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A/N ::: Things are out of whack. So I'm writing ☺(smol-ey = smol smiley). This song has been on 100% repeat for the last several hours of my life and heavily inspired what is below. This is only Part I and I don't know how many there will be. But I've taken quite a few notes on it. I would just say be ready for more.

SFW ::: C/W ::: A-n-g-s-t & language. (aged up) ProHero!Katsuki x F!reader, things didn't turn out like either of them thought and they're doing their best to move on. But can they? Do they really even want to?

WC ::: Just under 700

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He called you at 8:04 that morning. And while you didn't answer, you did do him the courtesy of listening to his voicemail.

Katsuki's voice was gruff and rough around all of the edges. He didn't like that you probably looked at the phone when it began to ring and you either flipped it over or pushed the volume button to silence the ringtone that you two had so sweetly picked out together when you first got together 3 1/2 years ago.

The sound took you back to that time when everything was new and fun and so simple that you thought it would be like that forever. But you were harshly reminded that if things don't change, they will most likely die. It would take a miracle to figure out where, along the way, did you both change so much that you couldn't live together anymore.

"Oi, I know you're sitting there looking at your phone, listening to that fuckin' stupid little song we picked out on our 11th date. Yeah, course I remember. Anyway, uh, whatever. I mean, you needa come by and get the rest of your stuff outta here. I -” You heard a muffled sound as he tucked the phone away and yelled at someone. “- hold the fuck on, can you not see that I'm on the fuckin' phone? Jesus. Uh, um, oh. Get the rest of your shi- uh, stuff today. P-please. I'm off today and won't be home between 9 this morning to about 6 or 7 tomorrow morning. That should give you more than enough time to get everything. Ok? O-ok. Leave your ... key, too, I s'pose. Well, that's it. I lo- fuck! Bye, y/n."

The tears welled up in your eyes like they had everyday this week. As soon as you opened them to take in the empty space around you, in your bed, your bleak little apartment was a fucking joke compared to the place you two once lived together. And while you're the one who, for all intents and purposes, asked for this, you couldn't lie to yourself any longer: You did not want to be without him.

You did not want to be away from the man you loved with every cell of your stupid body. Every breath. Every heartbeat was the beating of a drum sounding out his praise. Every smile and every flutter of your eyelashes was because of him. God, you miss him.

But to just leave it at this? To let go completely? That would be an admission that it's how things will be from here on out. And you're just not ready for that to be your final answer.

Texting him back, in response to his call, you said as little as you could, still getting the point across. "Yeah, thanks for the heads-up. I'll take care of everything and leave my key on the kitchen counter by the coffee maker." You choked back a sob as you thought about all the times he set up the coffee the night before and climbed into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you. Snuggling his face into your neck and telling you that he made it extra strong, just how you like it. And that he picked up your favorite creamer flavor - it was 2 for $7, so obviously he got you 2 of them because it would be fuckin' stupid not to.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to walk. It hurts to be awake. You have all day and all night to get over there and clear out whatever is left of your lives together. To leave the one thing behind that could get you to him at any moment in time.

So, you threw on a pair of his old sweats, an old favorite shirt of his, and a hoodie with his Pro Hero name on it. Fixed your face. Put your hair back. Grabbed your purse and headed to your favorite coffee place to get something to appease this godforsaken headache you had brewing in the core of your brain and drove to his place.

You drove home.

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hi guys I WROTE THIS REALLY QUICK it’s been really hectic and like jjk’s been hitting really close to home and i just wanted to share this. sorry for any hearts broken (mine). i got my little drink next to me so prepare for more drunk angst lolzies:)))) been needing a real strong father figure in my life and it’s hard rn smfh

warnings: very very sad angst do not read if you’re fatherless bc it will send you into a spiral (me actually rn) i csnt think if anything else ok ily bye enjoy

Nanami had a quiet life. One where he went to his everyday office job, worked 9-5, went by the bakery and went home.

It was his quiet life up until Gojo left you on his front door step, leaving him with nothing but you and your backpack. Nanami was very angry, not with you of course. How could he ever be mad at a clueless kid?

“How old are you?” He sipped his coffee, peeking at you from the top of the rim.

“You can take me back to where i came from.” Was all you replied with.

So you were troubled. “I’m not going to do that. I spoke with Gojo, sounds like you were in a bad clan. Its not safe for you to go there, but i heard you don’t want to be like them.” “I don’t want to kill.” You mumbled. He felt that. He felt it so deeply, he didn’t want to see his friends dead on Shoko’s table, but that’s the reality.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. “I’m 17.” You pushed at your food. “Why don’t you try some?” Nanami softly said. Gojo warned you he was a little strict and rough around the edges, but he had been nothing but nice to you. You ate slow bites, taking a sip of water here and there. He could tell you were tense. “I’m Nanami Kento. I guess you’re gonna stay with me for a while.”

“I landed that blow!” You high fived Nanami, running around in circles.

“A little too hard, don’t ya think?” Yuuji scratched his head. “That’s why i told you to keep focused, Itadori.” Nanami shook his head. “I just won me some good dinner, Itadori.” You fixed your skirt, smile beaming. “By almost killing me?” You help him up, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “Yup! I won me some good soup tonight.”

Nanami studied you closely. After days and days of talking, he figured out what you could do. Your technique was too good to go to waste, but he didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want. So he joined back with you. He promised that as long as you were in there, he’d be by your side.

He never expected such a shy person like you to create so many friendships with everyone around you, especially Itadori. With your technique and his, you two were unstoppable. Nanami felt like a proud dad at that moment.

“Open it, open it!” You shove the box in his hands.

You wrapped the blanket around yourself tighter, smile growing by the second. It was christmas morning, and you had woken up Nanami way to early. You didn’t even sleep from the excitement. He lifted the top off the box, revealing a beach shirt. It was nice, thin fabric. A designer button up. “Thank you, this is beautiful.” He was a little confused as to why you got him a summer shirt in the middle of winter.

You slide an envelope from under your blanket. “This one too.” You grin widely. “What’s this?” Nanami’s brows furrowed. “Open it.” Your eyes are filled with excitement, glossed over. He opened the envelope in a swift move, eyes slowly reading the thick paper.

He looked up slowly, his usual bored look now gone. Replaced with joy and disbelief. “These are…tickets to Malaysia…” He broke into a smile. “Surprise!” You gave him a grin. For the first time since Nanami had met you, he pulled you into a hug. You felt his muscles grow tighter with every second, you could hear his heart beat with excitement.

“Everything’s all settled already. I got us two weeks off, hotel booked and reservations for fun things.” You whispered, patting his back. “Thank you.”

“In here!” You take Itadori’s hand, pulling him into the station.

You had lost Nanami, and you had been trying to find him. You can’t lose him, especially not in Shibuya. You two turned the corner before meeting some stairs. You could hear grunts and see blood splashing everywhere. You two ran down the steps, bumping into Itadori as he came to a halt. What you saw was just like your nightmare. Everything you wished never happened was happening and you couldn’t move.

Nanami’s body was half burned, worn out. His eyes looked tired, body beaten and bruised. His weapon was covered in blood, along with dead curses all around him. Mahito stood behind him, hand on his back.

“Nanami…” Itadori’s voice broke.

“Itadori…” Nanami turned around completely.

He gave you a half smile, meeting your eyes. You covered your mouth, Itadori’s grip around you arm becoming tighter. “You’ve got it from here.” He looked at Itadori before looking back down towards you. He felt so bad, having you see him all like this. You looked tired, sad, beaten, bruised, and scared. Never in his years has he seen you scared.

“I’ll see you in Malaysia, my sweet child.”

His body grew before exploding. One moment he was there, and now nothing but bloody body parts were flying everywhere. You stare at the empty spot, a deafening scream growing in your chest. You couldn’t get anything out, so you stood there, eyes full of tears, waiting for someone to kill you too. Waiting for someone to wake you up, someone to move you. Waiting for Nanami.

He woke you up. Every morning. He would come by your dorm if you misses morning classes. He ate breakfast with you in his office. He would rarely join you and the other students. He’d mentor you for hours and take you to get your favorite Udon noodles if you did good. Even if you didn’t, he’d still treat you. You had your childhood ripped away from you, and like he said, “It is not a sin to be a child.”

He really meant it. He meant every word he had ever said to you. He loved you like you were apart of him.

“We have to go.”

“But…Nanami…” You said as you pointed to the empty space.

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devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes • ttfd

chapter one of the tortured firefighters department

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cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, description of clothes, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, proofread by my bye-lingual ass (let me know if i forgot anything)

You knocked on the white door again, not sure why you feel nervous about all of this. It’s just a small get-together at one of your coworker’s houses. For sure it’s better than spending another night in the library, writing your thesis, but it kinda makes you nervous.

So this is what life looks like when away from the screens that raised you?

From the East Coast all the way to LA to get your PhD, the city of angels was no more than a stranger on the window. Before moving, you had worked on the 9-1-1 call center for your region because the shift’s schedule could actually fit your undergrad and master’s schedule — also the money was enough to survive, and you could check your notes on slow shifts. But once after a massive power outage, your superior thought your desk was too small for your brain.

Not that you were a bad dispatcher — your responses and action times were above average, actually —, but he’d seen how you managed the data influx, pinning all the accidents, teams on call and reported issues on the white board and shouting directions for quicker routes and delay problems. After that, you’d spend more time helping fixing turnaround times and implementing some sort of algorithm and protocols for when the next disaster hits. At some point, they transferred you to Florida during the hurricane season because of your reputation — that spread like a wildfire, believe you or not.

You lasted enough to finish your master’s degree and hop on a plane to LA, for your PhD in dynamical systems theory. You had a job offer, leaving your 9-1-1 days behind for some small desk and endless boring demands. It didn’t last much, though, because, after eight months, it made you miss the adrenaline rush and large income of data from the 9-1-1.

That’s how you ended up at the Los Angeles 9-1-1 call center in Metro, always happy to jump on some calls and help other dispatchers with logistics and patterns. Nobody warned you about tsunamis or earthquakes, but you knew you could manage them just like a pro — if they ever happened again, which was a matter of time.

“Hey! I was starting to think you would bail on me!” Maddie opened the door, the genuine happiness glow irradiating and making her smile almost unbearable. “Please, come in.”

“Got caught up in traffic. Who knew the logistics mastermind would be stuck in a casual traffic jam?” You gave her the flowers you bought and held the brownie pan with both hands. “Hope I’m not too late.”

“Oh no, you arrived just in time! Here, let me take care of this,” she took the pan from your hands and motioned to the living room. “Make yourself at home. And thanks for the flowers!”

“Our last guest, finally!” Howard, aka Chim, Maddie’s boyfriend, left his place on the counter to greet you. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the voice!”

“Hope I didn’t disappoint you.” You hugged him, your extroverted persona finally happy to be in a room with real people, and not just some endless phone calls and work talk. “Sorry I’m late.”

“That’s ok, those guys are too busy with their games to notice we are a little behind schedule. But Jee is getting hangry” He pointed to the couch, where three adults, one child and one baby were too busy with the TV screen to notice your arrival.

“I guess the kid’s table is full tonight.”

“Hey, we’ve heard that!” One of them screamed from the couch, not bothering to look in your direction. He raised his arm, the tattoos across his skin showing against his white skin, in protest.

“Nice crowd.” You followed Maddie into the kitchen, Chim’s voice in the background saying it was the last race.

“I’m so glad you’re here. Water, juice or some alcohol?” She offered while reaching for the glasses. “Oh, Chim made some Margaritas.”

“I’d love one of those, thank you.” You fixed your green dress, somehow feeling overdressed. Not exactly your fault, when Maddie invited you for dinner, you visualized all the scenarios in your mind. Afraid of looking lazy, you went for a flowy green dress and a batch of brownies, to show some appreciation.

Between Margarita sips and after work gossip — because, nowadays, your work schedules mostly were off sync —, you helped Maddie setting the table and dishes. And, as expected, one race became four, with Chim playing the commentator. Maddie took the chance to show you the houses they were applying for, making good use of Jee’s quiet bedroom to talk.

“Are the others not good enough or just too expensive?” She had been talking about house scouting for weeks, and even helped you find a new place while doing so.

“You’d be impressed to see the final price of those houses once you track all the problems.” She played with her hair. “How’ve you been doing?”

“My thesis is starting to follow me like an unwanted ghost, and work has been— no, not gonna jinx it. Moving has been a pain in the ass, but thanks for telling me about that loft. The rent is actually acceptable and the view is amazing!”

“Glad it worked for you! And don’t thank me, actually it was—”

“Hey, Mads, we’re just waiting for you two.” The tall blue eyed guy stood in the hallway and gave the door a weak tap. Oh, tattoo guy, you noticed. “Chim is destroying the dumplings Albert made and Jee is not happy with being left out of the girls reunion. You better hurry up.”

“We are right behind you, Buck.” She said, bringing you with her to the dining table.

After some quick introductions — Albert, Chim’s half-brother; Eddie and his son Christopher, and Buck, Maddie’s little brother —, you indulged in some dumplings and pork ramen. Albert was experimenting with Korean cuisine, talking about opening a restaurant and finally having enough money to move out to his own place.

“Well, I think you should do it. I’d be happy to order this every day,” you said, pointing your chopsticks to the almost empty bowl.

“Thanks– sorry, what is your name again?”

“Everyone just call me Brains.” The nickname stuck since your first major catastrophe at the call center job — and maybe a little because of your bachelor.

“Wait, I think I’ve met you before.” Eddie announced and looked at Chris. “You went to his school a few weeks ago to talk about pursuing math in college, right?”

“I did a small presentation, yeah. My professor asked me for a favor since his kids are students there, but he had a full schedule. I had a nice time with the kiddos.”

“She is super smart!” Chris shared, in his own words, a little about your presentation. Talking to the younger ones about advanced math proved to be a challenge, but once you showed them all the cool things math made possible, you had their attention.

“Why are you working on the 9-1-1 instead of, I don’t know, teaching in college?” Buck inquired, beer in hand.

“Would you believe me if I said I have an adrenaline addiction and I can’t stay away from trouble?” You pressed your lips together and shook your head.

“Oh, he would, because he was addicted to—”

Maddie slapped Chimney on the arm. “Hey, there’s two kids in the room.”

And all eyes were on Chris, who was too busy with his noodles to notice, and Jee, playing with her bites of veggies. You laughed, leaving your empty cup on the table, and reaching for the last dumpling.

“I guess we are all addicted to something,” you stared at Buck's blue eyes and took a bite. “Maybe once I get my PhD, I’ll go full professor and find some adrenaline on handing out really hard exams. But the chances are very low.”

“You should try being part of LAFD, you might like it,” Albert suggested.

“I can barely carry my boxes upstairs, being that physical isn’t for me.” The admission made you shyly smile, because you were definitely hinting that firefighters were strong. “Math, on the other hand…”

“Please, don’t give her any more ideas! Since Brains started working with us, the dispatching process changed for the better.” Maddie brought her hands together and begged in a joking tone.

A few Margaritas and some dessert later, you were helping Maddie with the dishes while Albert played with Christopher, and Buck was holding Jee so she wouldn’t throw a tantrum. Chim asked Eddie to help with a few construction questions, feeling like he was missing some important topics while house scouting.

“I think I’m done for the night,” you told her as you closed the cabinet door. “Thanks for the invite, Maddie. You were right, I needed a break.”

“I know when I see someone on the verge of burnout.” You looked at her, the tequila making the simple action of laughing much more easier. “Let me know when you’re settled at your new place so I can get you a housewarming gift.”

“Oh please, don’t bother, Maddie. I’m sure you’re too busy with Jee and moving matters.”

“Sure you don’t want some ramen for tomorrow? Albert may be a good cook, but he has no idea of the measurements.”

“You’re sick of the smell, right?”

“A little.” She smirked.

“I guess I won’t have to worry about lunch tomorrow.”

��Make two, Mads!” Buck approached the kitchen counter. “Leaving already, Brains?”

“Yeah, gonna finish moving to my new place tomorrow.” Maddie left the blue tupperware in front of you. “Thanks, I’ll bring it to you next wednesday.”

“Can I get more brownies?”

“Anything for my favorite dispatcher.” You looked around, opting for a quick goodbye. “It was nice to meet y’all. Again, thanks for the invite, Maddie.”

“Nice to meet you too, Brains,” Buck said, getting closer. “Hope to speak to you soon, dispatcher Brains.”

“I hope we don’t, firefighter Buckley.” You teased him. “Have a good night, guys.”

You left Maddie’s place, drove to your new place, opened the door for an empty apartment, stored the ramen in the fridge, climbed up the stairs and fell face first into your bed, shoes and all.

If you didn’t know Maddie, you’d say she had second intentions with that dinner.

author's note: hi guys! chapters will be short because it helps me keep the momentum with the writing (and keep the impostor's syndrome away from my efforts). also yeah i'm using TTFD as an acronym bc i choose a whole ass long title for the fic. huge shout out to my love my bestie my soulmate @munsonsreputation for always supporting me (love you kaaaay). also hi casey welcome to the 9-1-1 fandom, thank you for the endless edits on tiktok haha. i guess i see y'all next week...

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cevansbaby-dove · 5 months

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Chris Loves Love part 10

Emily_Maxwell: Nothing like a cute date with this man tagged:ChrisEvans.

Lauren#1fan: Ahhh It's official! #Evanswell!!

ChrisEvans: the only thing that's cute is you Em 😍

Robertdowney: @ChrisEvans Omg when will we meet her?

ChrisEvans: @rdj Lol uh..never..?

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RDJ Added, Scarjo, Elizabeth, Chris #1, Chris #2, Scott Pratt pratt.

RDJ:Ok Chris who is Emily!? and why have we not met her? Chris#1:🫣 uh she's my Gf?! and as for meeting her idk man i don't want her to meet everyone all at once, that'd be to much on her. Scarjo:She's cute Chris! I would love to meet her at least. ☺ Chris#1:Yes you can but not everyone at once give her spaceeee!! RDJ:noted. Chris#2: Can i ask why I'm number two!? 😐 RDJ:Hemsworth isn't as popular as Evans sorry man that's the rules. Chris#1:Changed nickname to CE. RDJ:Ay that will help! Scarjo:So chris let me know when would be a good time to meet Emily she sounder wonderful already. CE:I will don't worry, yea she is great i could talk about her for hours lol.

Chris's pov.

I turn my phone off and watch Em dancing in her kitchen. I smile. "whatca making?" She looks at me over shoulder with her brown hair flying over her shoulder. "Just some pancakes, hope you don't mind"

I Stand up and say. "No all good, i bet they are yummy" She laughs lightly as she flips a pancake. "my mother's recipe" i can't help but smile when i look at her, she's perfect in every way, her eyes make the stars look like their not shinning, her hair falls perfectly without her trying she's so beautiful....i sigh softly.

Emily's pov.

I grab a plate and set one in front of chris and he's looking at me. "whatca staring at?"

he smiles. "just at an angel that' what you are" I can feel the bluchs creep on my cheeks so i turn around and smile as i make the last pancake.

While chris and are eatting he says. "So Em, is it ok if we went out with my friend scarlet? she asked to meet you"

"I'd love to meet her! i have heard of her but i haven't met her sure!"

I watch chris's face light up. he says. "great! Um..not sure when and where she wants to meet but she'll be happy to hear that!" He kisses my cheek. "thanks"

He smiles. "So i'll see you later then" I smile at him and nod. "Sounds like a plan chrissy" he chuckles. "bye Em" I wave. "Bye chrissy"

After he leaves i am in the bedroom looking at what to wear...omg im going to meet his best friend wow.

I find this super cute outfit.

I look at my phone and see a text from chris.

Chris:She said the cafe ten mins from you would be great to meet up at ☺

Emily:Alright great thanks.

Chris:You're welcome.

I fix my hair up a bit then look at the time. Clock reads 11:39. I head to my car and drive to the cafe.

Time skip:20 mins

I pull up to the cafe and see Chris by his car with dodger in tow. I get out and say. "Dodger! hey buddy!" I kneel and dodger licks my face and chris says. "hey easy buddy" I pet his dog and say. "Aw i missed this boy so much"

Chris says as i stand up. 'What about me?" he frowns. I giggle and kiss his cheek. "I missed you too but we just saw each other and i haven't seen dodger in weeks"

Scarlett walks to us with a man by her side. "heloooo!!" She says as she smiles at chris and i.

Chris says. "Hey good to see you" He hugs her and the shakes the man's hand.

I can't help but kind of feel...jealous? I don't know i would call it that but the way she looks at chris tells me something, Em get your mind out of that dark place.

I smile and take chris's hand in mine. "It's nice to meet you Scarlett I'm Emily" Chris let's go of my hand and put his whole arm around my waist.

"My girlfriend" I look at him and smile. We end up chatting for three hours, we hear about her friendship with chris and she asks about me so i tell her about my life as model and actress.

I glance at chris and see him smiling.

Time skip:a day.

Chris's pov.

Every time i am with Emily it makes me happy like a kid on Christmas or something, i don't know what she does to make me happy but she's a keeper for sure.

Part 11 will be out soon. thanks for reading.

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questioningwriter · 10 months

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(My first multi-part thing!!!! Kinda planning on 3 parts, at least, for this one. Might go for 4, not sure, it depends on how the others are written out, and whether y'alls want a happy ending.)

(it's past 11 pm here, so this is rushed. I spent a lot of my free time trying to find an alternative to Google docs. The AI thing creeps me the fuck out. Hope you enjoy anyways!)

Edit: Fixed the links!

Morally Grey Pt. 2

Part 1 Part 3

TW: Non-consensual drugging, kidnapping

Superhero stared dully at the paperwork in front of him. He hadn't ben able to focus on his work since his talk with Villain, and people were noticing. The other heroes kept coming up to him, asking what was going on. Some assumed he'd hit a snag in a case. Others had (correctly) assumed it was a lovers quarrel.

"Which means more to you - the city or me?"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"You better figure out which one is more important for you to keep, before I'm gone forever."

Villains words rang in his head. They swirled, hitting on different points, and reminding him of the choice he had to make. A choice he didn't want to make. He wanted to continue to have both - Villain and the hero life. But he knew that his Villain would never let him do that.

"Everything ok, Superhero?" He jumped as Secretary walked in.

"Everything is fine, Secretary." Superhero answered, shifting some paperwork on his desk. "Do you need something?"

Secretary smiled. "Some people might believe you when you say that," She sat down on the edge of the desk. "I am not one of those people." She took the papers and organized them. "What's going on.

Superhero sighed. "I... I'm having a problem with a lover." He admitted. "He's saying if I don't leave the hero business, then he'll leave me. I don't want to lose the man I love, but I also love my job." He buried his face in his hands. "I don't know what to do."

"This partner." Secretary said slowly. "Are they directly affected by your career?"

"I-I feel that answering that question will lead to questions I cannot answer." Superhero said, to protect Villain from the public.

"Then I suggest doing what you need to do to make you happy." Secretary said. "Consider this choice a fork in the road of your life. You need to decide which path to take, and what your future will look like from this point on."

Superhero smiled at one of his oldest friends. "Thank you." He said. "I will take your advice to heart."

Secretary smiled. "No problem." They said, standing. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, and I'll handle this." She gestured to the mess on his desk.

The crime fighter stood. "Thank you, Secretary." He said. "I think I've made my decision now."

"Well, I've still got your workload." Secretary dismissed them. "Bye!"

Superhero left, a plan forming in his mind.

Villain climbed into the warehouse the same way that he got in last time - through a fucking window. Once inside, he crept along, prepared for anything. Superhero had asked Villain to meet him here, claiming he'd made his decision.

Villain hoped that the decision in question didn't shatter him like glass.

"Villain!" Superhero cried in excitement when he rounded the corner. "You're here!"

"Barely." Villain muttered.

"I brought food!" Superhero gestured to the spread laid out on a blanket.

Villain grinned. "Why didn't you say so?" He sat down and picked up a cracker. "So what did you want to talk about?" Villain asked, mouth full of crackers.

Superhero joined him on the blanket, and poured his boyfriend a glass of wine. "So, I was thinking about what you said the other day." He said, psyching himself up for some big speech. "I love you." He continued as Villain drank some of the wine. "You're my everything. I can't live without you."

Villain nods, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Yeah? And?"

Superhero took a deep breath. "But I can't leave my team. I've put too much work into them."

Villain froze. "So you're choosing your team." He said flatly. "I-I should have known." He laughed bitterly.

Superhero reached out, but Villain stood up. "No, I'm done." He walked off, prepared to leave and never come back.

Only to stumble as the world tilted sideways. Arms wrapped around him as he tumbled. "Easy there, sweetheart." Superhero soothed. "Maybe I went too hard on the drug."

"D-drug?" Villain tried and failed to sit up, collapsing limply into his lover's lap. "What drug?" A chill went down his spine. "What did you do to me?"

"Oh, it's a simple thing." Superhero said, scooping Villain up into his arms. "I dosed the wine with it, and you're helpless. You'll black out any minute now."

"S-stop." Villain tried to shove Superhero's arms away. "Don't touch me." He was slurring now. He didn't have long.

Superhero laughed. "Did you honestly think I'd let you walk away from me?" He leaned down and kissed Villain's cheek. "You're mine, and I will never let you go." Superhero smiled. "Goodnight sweetheart."

Villains whole world went dark.

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valleyxdoodles · 1 month

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So…uhh…

HI. I’ve low key been stalking your page and can I rq a fix with Shikaku?? (Oh lord I need help) I saw you write for everyone for naruto minus you know gramps and the snake pedo…so Shikaku should be okay right?

OK IMMA RUN LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL NOW, BYE—

OMG YESSSS my second request!! Yes love I do indeed write for Daddy Cocku I MEAN SHIKAKU! (Also what the hell is you and Shikaku fixing? The fact you ain’t preggers?)

Unfortunately You did not send in what type of sene you wanted to uh…I’m going to write what every girl thinks about when she sees this man. (Or every other person, I don’t discriminate bc that’s SO 1998) SHIKAKU SMUT COMING YOUR WAY, MY DEAR!

fourty one years old. That’s how old your crush was. You your self were only eighteen, so Legally all he could be your father,but did that stop you from crushing on a two time war hero? Hell no. Your daddy issues were on a whole other PLANE with how bad they were. You definitely should NOT have been crushing on Shikamaru’s father, but oh well.

But who said that the crush was one sided?

Your ass, tits, hips, dressing style, YOU . That was all Shikaku could think about nowadays. His wife was gone now, up in a better place. And his mind travels further into the devil’s territory when that happened. Perhaps he was in the wrong, but you weren’t a minor anymore…just barley old enough to- he couldn’t, he mustn’t think like that, he’s been training you all your life. Ever since you were thirteen. He shouldn’t be thinking tease thoughts now. Surely there was a person of perferable age. Yes, there has to be. Who would want a go at that- Dear Lord, he needed help.

“Ha! As if that would ever be true,” Ino said, sitting next to her father. You giggled and said, “I mean, I could be. You could be having twins, Ino.” Inochi paled and said, “I hope it’s not twin girls at the very least.” Ino and you laughed at his remark and Ino went into a conversation with Shikamaru’s about Temari and how she was doing in her pregnancy. You took the time to slip away to the coolers and grab yet another drink, you weren’t old enough to drink yet and you surely weren’t about to risk being caught underage drinking in front of your boss. “Hello, Fawn,” the deep, gruff voice you were familiar with said, smiling you replied, “Hello, Sensei.” You grabbed a cherry coke and popped the tap open. You took a sip and said, “You want something?” “Yes, a bottle of beer,” you rolled your eyes and said, “Here,” handing him a bottle of the ungodly drink. He took it and said, “Thank you very much.” You nodded and strolled off, feeling the warm summer breeze. “Wonder when I’ll get knocked up?” You murmured aloud, staring at the dandelions growing wildly in the grass. “Hmm, I wondered the same thing the other day, Sis.”

you nearly jumped out of your skin. “Shika! You scared me,” you said, turning your head to look at Shikamaru’s face. He smirked and said, “Boo.” You rolled your eyes. “You were wondering when you’ll get preggers? Boy, I’m pretty sure you have to be gay for that shit in your case,” you joked, throwing a playful insults his way. He punched your shoulder lightly, something Temari would’ve chewed his ear off for if she had been there. “Calm down, boy. We don’t want to damage me before my big mission do we?” “Riiiight, that drag of a mission my dad and you gotta take. Why is he even going? He should be retired at this point.” He’s right. He shouldn’t be going, you thought, crouching down and picking a flower. “You know, those were my mom’s favorites?” Shikamaru said, you stood up, holding a flower in the left hand and cherry coke In The right. “Yeah…I miss her.”

“Me too. It’s fucked up that cancer ran in her family.” “Yeah…” you looked up at the sky and sighed, “enough of this sappy shit, Nara. Let’s eat!” You said, walking back towards the cookout, you could smell steak being made on the grill, Choza’s curtesy. Shikamaru wasn’t far behind you and eventually you two ended up racing to the grill. You won and your reward was your coke spilled all over you white tee shirt. “Shit.” You threw the tee shirt off and said, “Good thing I wore my swimsuit underneath, eh?”

And cue Shikaku nearly choking on his beer.

And Inochi openly staring at you breasts.

Choza respectfully looked the other way along side his son, but shikamaru quickly gave his sweatshirt and said, “Jesus Christ, Y/n. Warn a man net time you flash you tits!” You giggled and said, “Sorry, Shika. Didn’t know you were still perverted even after living with Temari.” Shikamaru blushed and said, “Oh shut up!” And stomped away. “Hahaha!” You laughed, holding your stomach. The sweater was getting a bit too hot from how worked up your body was so you said, “Ino? Can I borrow a shirt?”

Cue Ino getting an evil ass Idea. She knew of your…liking towards the elder Nara and so, she simply nodded and said, “Follow me.” What would look good with those awfully plain beige shorts? She’ll look like a park ranger if I give her a whit shirt, and she’ll look like Sarah La’Craft if I give her a black one…hmm…

“Here!” Ino said tossing you a crop top of a tie dyed Coca-Cola tee shirt. You threw it on and said, “Don’t you sleep in this?” Ino shook her head, “No, I sleep in the purple Fanta one.” You pursed you lips and said, “It’s a bit short, Ino…” “I’m the oldest one right now and I say Poppycock!” Ino chimed, you huffed. You hated it when she used that argument. “Fine!” You groaned, walking out of Ino’s room. When you got back out side, Shikamaru and Chogi were water wrestling in the pool. “Oi! Who’s winning?” “I am!” Chogi shouted, “No, I am!” Shikamaru called, “It’s a tie,” Shikaku said, closing his eyes. “Ahh. Well uhh…GO CHOGI!” “What the hell, Sis?! I’ve known you longer than him!” “He shares his chips with me! Unlike youuu!” You sang, Shikamaru paused to glare at you and then-

SLOOOSH!

“WHOOHOO! WAY TO GO, CHOGI!” You shouted, jumping up and down, your shirt moving up, revealing your bikini top and then back down to cover it. Shikaku was smiling, pretending to be giving a nod in congrats to Chogi when in reality he was staring at you out the corner of his eye. Wouldn’t mind seeing that whilst she rides… was the sinful thought that over took his mind. He shook his head and groaned. “You okay, Dad?” “Yeah, just…to much beer, I think.” “I told you, your too old to be drinking that stuff.” “Oh, what do you know? You can’t even drink! Your only twenty!” “And who says I don’t drink, uh?” “I’ll beat your ass boy.” You stifled your laughs with Ino and you watched the argument. “Ohh, you think this is funny, Fawn?” Shikaku said, smiling a dangerous smile. You flattered and said, “Uhh…” “We’ll settle this like adults…With a water fight.” You blinked. “How is that grown? Huh, Gramps?” Shikaku smirked before saying, “In the pool and I’ll show you.” You laughed on singular, loud laugh and said, “Fine then.”

you threw off your top and then your shorts and jumped into the pool, “C’mon in, Gramps!” Shikaku rolled his eyes before flopping i on his back. “Hello, Little One.” You scoffed and splashed him. “Shut up!” You said, “Now…I don’t think a shinobi who works under me has ever had the nerve to say that to my face.” And he splashed you back. And with that, you two swam around avoiding one another’s attacks. Once he snuck up behind you and grabbed you, “One, two-Ah!” He shouted, when you kicked his knee and swam away, “you gotta be quicker than that, gramps!” He laughed and swam after you. You two barley noticed how many cheers you were getting from your friends.

You smiled and said, “Find me.” And used a secret justu only know to your clan to melt and become one with the water. And you could breath just fine, smoothly moving around Shikaku as he wadded, scanning the water for a suspicious amount of turquoise that you turned the water. He put a hand right over your face and said, “Found ya.” You huffed and remolded back into a human. “That’s was fast.” “I’m the Jonin commander, I have to be fast.” You giggled into the back of your hand. “Explains.” Shikaku smiled and started to float on his back. “This is nice…what the hell were we even doing?” He muttered, looking at you, who was now sitting on the edge of the pool, feet in the water, chatting with Ino. He saw you blush and saw your eyes go as wide as dinner plates. “Yamanaka Ino!” He heard you scold the pregnant woman, she laughed and said, “It’s true. You were.” Shikaku sort of wanted to know the rest of the convo but he decided against it and closed his eyes.

“Bye, I’ll see you guys later!” You said, waving your friends goodbye. You had to be up and around by four in the morning so you needed an early night of rest. “Oh, thank god. I thought I’d never leave,” you grumbled. Ofcourse you were going home, hello no. You were going to stop by the convenience store to buy a six pack. You felt like you were being watched but no one was right right now. It was twelve in the morning. Who would be ou right now? Your ass. Shikaku’s ass.

“Hello, Fawn,” he said, you turned around and glared at him, “I KNEW IT!” You shouted in your mind. Outside you said, “Hello, Sensei.” He Adored hearing the word, ‘Sensei’ fall from your lips. And speaking of your lips e noticed you were nibbling on the lower one. “Is something wrong?” You asked, eyeing him as if you wished to kill the grown man in front of you. He smiled, “There is. A nice young lady is walking home by herself.” You blinked and rolled your eyes playfully. “And who might that be? Because I’m damn close to being a Jonin so I know it ain’t me.” “It is you.” You smiled softly up at the commander and said, “Well, then. I never thought my own Sensei would have such little faith in me.” “It’s not that I don’t have faith in you…it’s just that it’s a natural instinct t for a father to want to protect.” You felt guilt eating away at you. “Yeah, it is, isn’t?” You asked softly, “Something wrong with that?”

“No, of course not!”

Yes I just so happen to dream of you ruining any traces of innocence I have left every night and then you go and say shit like this and I feel extraordinarily guilty.

“Good, good…” Shikaku said, feeling rather awkward.

She’s just turned eighteen, she’s just turned eighteen she’s just turned eighteen she’s just turned eighteen she’s just—very attractive…

“Well, it’s getting cold, we should head home…” you said, looking the other way, knowing you had negative chances of filing through with your plan. You were so lost in your mind you didn’t even notice how Shikaku was starting at you-xand mane the becasue he himself didn’t even notice…Your sides were on display for all to see, as were your boobs considering you decided to walk home In Your bikini top. “Khm, Y/n?” Shikaku said, you didn’t even hear, the inside voices were arguing so loudly…

“Y/N.” Shikaku said sternly, holding your chin with a firm grip. “Are feeling okay?” He asked more gently, you finally looked up at him and nearly died when you saw how close you two were, “…Fine!” You squeaked, your eyes darting all around, “…You took your medication today, correct?” “Yes, Dad,” you groaned, rolling your eyes, now annoyed with him and yourself. No, of course you didn’t take your med. why would have you? There were enough distractions today to…to…to what? What did you need distractions for? You anxiety. That’s what. “Y/n, you just lied to me again, didn’t you?” “Again? What do you mean again?” “Y/n…don’t avoid the question.”

“I’m not avoiding any damn question, Shikaku!” You said hotly, shoving him away, “God, you act like you—you…Lord.” You breathed, fear evident in your face. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking past you, glaring at something—Or someone.

“Hey! Y/n!”

Not him, not him, not him!

You chanted I. You head. “Hello, (ex name).” You said, turning around. He man looked down at you and smiled. “I see your still dressing like a slut.” He said calmly, “so, your with the head of the Nara clan now, eh?” “Retired head of clan. And No. I’m her Sensei, you dumb fuck.” You turned around and looked at Shikaku again, seeing he was more than angry. You paled and barley said, “Let’s just go.” You started to grab shikakus hand but you were stopped by Shikaku himself. “Right right. This idiot isn’t worth Our time.” And grabbed you around your shoulders in what he hopped was a fatherly gesture. You smiled and said, “Yeah, he isn’t. Is he?” “Not a millisecond.” You giggled as you two walked off, leaving the drunken ex dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that,” Shikaku said, standing on your doorstep. You smiled and said, “Shikaku, it’s more than fine. Any chance to piss of that bastard I’ll take.” On the inside you were debating weather to invite him in or not. “Would you like to come inside for a few?” You asked, smiling ever innocently. Shikaku nodded and said, “Sure, why not?” You guided him into the kitchen and said, “I’ll make some tea…what kind do you like?” “Camomile. Calms the nerves,” he said, you nodded and shakily grabbed the tea.

He’s going to see my med cup still has my pills in it….

“Y/n?” Shikaku said gruffly, eyeing your back. “Y-yes?” Your voice was higher than normal. “We both know what I’m about to scold you for, don’t we?” “No…” you lied, shaking, “Wh-what?” Yo barley said, “Your pills are still in the cup.” You nearly fainted. Fuck he was hot when he was angry. You heard him get up, heard him walk the short distance from the table to you. You could feel the heat from his body radiating off him, and smell all the cigarettes he smoked that day. “Did you lie to me?” You nodded, “Yes, I did.”

SMACK!

“Shik-Shikaku!” You gasped, Turing your head to look at him. He had a pleased smile on his face. “Sweetheart, why did you lie to me?” He asked softly, “Why’d you slap my ass?” You clapped back.

SMACK, SMACK SMACK!

”Shikaku!” You shouted, eyes wide and staring at your counter top. “Answer me.” Was all he said, “Because i-…I—….I don’t know,” you whispered, tears lining your lashes. Tears of Fear. “You dunno?” He murmured into your ear, “No, Sir.” “Well, then. All Shinobi should be honest and respectful…especially towards their elders. And what have you been today?” “A brat?” You asked, somehow still having sassy replies in you. “That’s right. A lil’ brat,” he said, “And do you know what I do to brats?” “No,” you breathed, he gently caressed your sides, “I teach them how to behave.”

(Alright the smutty shit starts here. MINORS DO NOT EAD (if yo mamas home that is) AND MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT INTERACT)

Why did I lie, why did I lie?

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

“You gon’ b’have now?” Shikaku slurred, you nodded quickly. “Yes, sir!” You nearly sobbed, you were tears because of how ROUGH he was. Shikaku smiled and said, “Good.” He let you walk away a few feet, and breath. “Lord…how did shikamaru survive getting whooped by you?” You asked, looking at your Sensei who had just lit a cig in the middle of your kitchen. “No idea. Then again, I wasn’t a very good father. Still not.” You smiled, “Well, I think you had to have been a good dad because my ass still stings.” Shikaku coughed and spat out hack into your sink. “Damn, Y/n! Don’t say such out of pocket things!” Shikaku shouted, You laughed, enjoying your revenge.

“Thought you were going to behave, Fawn?” You gulped, “I am.” You said, “Then take your meds. And sit down.” You did as you were told, sitting down and then taking your meds. As you gulped down the last pill you saw shikaku’s shadows wrap around your thighs, they were cold and thick. “Sen-Sensei?” You stuttered, looking up at him, confused. He smiled, “You derserve a small reward, doncha think?” He asked. You didn’t know what to say, “Don’t worry, it’ll feel good this time.” And he didn’t lie, his shadows made contact with your clit and it felt good. So good. “Shika-Shikaku!” You gasped, feeling the circles being rubbed into your sensitive bud. “Ahh!” You shouted and he slapped your thigh, “That’s a good girl,” he praised, “you feel good, don’tcha?” He asked, you nodded rapidly. “So good!” You said, gripped the edges of the chair, “Ohh, Sensei!” You whined as his shadows sped up, Shikaku was now sitting next to you, palming himself, thinking about how cute you would look on his cock.

“Daddy…”

The whine nearly made Shikaku fuck you then and there, and you thought he would with how fast he got up to pin you into your chair. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” He gritted his teeth whilst saying, “What now, Brat?”

😃

so I need Jesus now so uhh…Part two? Maybe? Idk bye loves.

#valley writes #naruto shippuden #Shikaku nara #shikaku Nara x reader #Nara x reader #reader insert #Shikaku x reader #DILFDILFDILFDIFL #AGE GAAAAAAAP #minors do not interact #minors dni

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la-squadra1234 · 9 months

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Ok I’ve had this one on my mind after rewatching “Brave” for the 100th time pov:you and your dad (who’s a phantom troupe member )get into a big argument and out of fury he grabs one of your most beloved item and destroys it in front of you and you end up running far away into the wood while balling your eyes out,what is his reaction?

awww this actually makes me so sad😭

feitan-

for a while, he would just be pissy and in a mood and he wouldn’t go after his child but after he realizes that his child isn’t coming back home anytime soon he immediately goes out and tries to find his kid. He even calls up some of the phantom troupe, and tells them what happened even though he doesn’t want to. He knows it’s the best because he wants to get his kid back as soon as his child was found, he immediately apologized and replace the item that he purposely broke

phinks-

(this man already has anger issues as it is, and is also petty sooo making him mad is like a big mistake) he would immediately go after his child and start scolding his child for trying to run away and he would ground the kid but later on around night time he would realize that that was a bad move, and he just made it out of anger, and he would immediately unground his child and apologize

chrollo-

he would be too lazy to go after his child, but he also doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his child, so he sends feitan, nobunaga, or one of the girls (all individually, like he would not send them all together all at once) to go and bring back his child and obviously he apologizes afterwards

nobunaga-

he would immediately attempt to fix whatever he broke, and then when he realize that that wasn’t going to help the situation, he went after his child, and once he found his child, he immediately hug them and went into apology mode and replace the item as soon as possible

uvogin-

he would immediately right away, know that he fucked up real bad, and he would immediately called nobunaga and if he doesn’t answer, then he would call shalnark well going after his child and trying to find his child. He would immediately yell into the phone everything that happened and once he finds his child, he would immediately apologize and carry his child back home and spend as much quality time with his child from that day forward because he feels so guilty about it

shalnark-

seeing his child cry, brakes him physically, and mentally and emotionally so he immediately felt horrible for what he did, and tries to calm his child down along with himself, and then after he explains himself to his child, and why he did that and he would hug his child, and they would talk it out

Franklin-

he would clean up whatever mess he made, and then go after his child. He would try his hardest to keep the phantom troupe out of it as it’s none of their business and he really doesn’t want them getting involved anyways especially not with his family life he resorts to getting his child ice cream and spending more time with his kid and apologizing over and over again not feeling like it’s good enough

hisoka-

he honestly wouldn’t care that much, although he would clean up the mess and all of that he wouldn’t apologize to his child until months later when him and his child are having a deep conversation also, he wouldn’t go after his child at all because he knows that his child is eventually going to come running back because his kid doesn’t have any resources and doesn’t know how to survive in the real world without any guidance or experience

that’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did making this

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

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silentcartoonist2018 · 5 months

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Captain Underpants Epilogue AU Chapter 7: Noon

Chapter 7

As he was replacing his red curtains in his office, Mr. Krupp felt like he was almost normal again, thanks to the wet towel he wears around his neck. Sure it made his shirt soaking wet, but it was a necessary sacrifice.

Before long, it was already noon, all the students are out for recess, the teachers and staff are eating lunch at the staff lounge and Mr. Ree should be arriving at his office with the ring at any moment.

Any moment now….

Aaaany moment….

……..

Mr. Ree was late. Was fixing the ring more difficult than he thought?

….

After a few minutes, Mr. Krupp decided to just walk to Mr. Ree instead.

But when he opened the door, who should arrive but Mr. Ree himself!

“Oh! Uh…” Mr. Krupp stammered.

“What’s with the towel?” asked Mr. Ree.

“Long story. You got the ring fixed?”

“Yeah, about that…”

Those weren’t the words Mr. Krupp wanted to hear.

“There were some components in there that look surprisingly more advanced than they look. So I’m proposing an option where I can give it to you now, but in its basic functioning capacity. I mean, It’s supposed to be a toy ring with flashing lights right?”

“Absolutely not! It has to work just the way it did before with every single part inside it! Otherwise I can’t go back to—well I can’t say it but…Look, all that matters is that I get it fixed to working order no matter what!”

“That’s what I thought you’d might say. So here’s an alternative: You’ll have to wait a little longer till I can get them figured out.”

“How long are we talking about??”

“It depends on how soon I can obtain the right equipment. But it’s gonna be pricey.”

“I’ll pay you! I’ll pay out of pocket!”

“You— what ??”

All of a sudden, Krupp pulled out his wallet.

“How much do you need?”

“Uh, you don’t—“

“Aw, what the heck. Just take all the bills I have! Everybody uses credit cards anyway! Just get what you need and fix that ring as soon as possible! Ok?”

“Oh…Ok…? Mr. Ree is visibly perplexed at the principal’s sudden act of…something adjacent to “generosity” but doesn’t entirely feel like it, because “desperation” was literally written all over Mr. Krupp’s face.

“Great! Now I’m gonna be busy gathering my composure. My coffee might have made me slightly jittery today. Bye!”

*SLAM!*

And just like that, Mr. Ree was shoved out of the office, door slamming behind him. Mr. Ree stashed away a total of $125, a few loose coins and a stray button into his wallet and went about his day.

Mr. Krupp proceeded to bang his head against the wall for 15 minutes. He followed it up with primal screaming, some sobbing, occasional stomping on his own toupee, flipping his own desk and cleaning up the papers and supplies that fell out of the drawers.

Up until this point from the start of the day, he had been using all the water in his water cooler just to keep his towel damp.

He cleared his schedule for an entire day and is barely catching up on paperwork by having Ms. Anthrope slide paper through the door, one at a time, and as silently as possible. Some of the water on his head dripped onto his paperwork and he had to jerry-rig a makeshift drying line for his paperwork in front of his desktop fan. His workload is at a trickle .

At this rate, he may never get around to functioning as a normal…underpaid jerk of a principal that takes out his problems onto every person around him.

How is he going to spend the rest of the day avoiding people?

Heck, how is he going to get through the year? The rest of his life??

It was at that point he realized that his towel was no longer damp enough, it stopped raining outside, and he used up all the water in his office.

So much for barricading all day.

He looked at the clock: 1:15 . 5th period just started not too long ago, so the halls should be empty.

Mr Krupp grabbed his earbuds and cued up some classical music on his phone. When he poked his head out into the hallway, he could hear a few noisy classrooms nearby and distant footsteps coming from the gymnasium. If he’s lucky, maybe he won’t accidentally run into a student on their way to the same restroom he was going to.

It’s all should be stupidly simple.

Down the hallway to his right is the teacher’s lounge. His best option if he wanted to avoid as few classrooms as possible. The only problem is that two other employees are having a late lunch and a very lively conversation. He really didn’t want to talk or accidentally get dragged into a conversation anybody today, so he decided to go to the other side of the corridor towards the boys’ restroom.

Therein lies another problem: around this time, there were two classrooms that were particularly noisy.

One was the music classroom (that he had to reopen due to multiple complaints from the PTA), which had a teacher that, as far as Mr. Krupp was aware, tends to snap his fingers a lot while conducting band class. The other classroom, also as far as he’s aware, is in the middle of doing group science projects, which, of course, means noisy students. And if there’s one thing he knows about getting an entire room to quiet down regardless of school subject, it’s usually with a loud voice and a finger snap.

Krupp put his earbuds on and turned up his phone’s volume and stared down a several foot long hallway. It was just him, some century old classical music from a century old musician from Europe—maybe Austria (Disclaimer: it wasn’t Austria), and a slightly stained, somewhat sweat-covered, used face towel from the gymnasium.

As he picked up the cadence in his step, he was able to make it past the stairway and the secretary’s office. By the time he approached the music room, he turned up the volume on his phone. For a split second, off the corner of his eye, he saw the music teacher snapping his fingers and, much to his relief, he couldn’t hear it. All he had to do was pass the science classroom and he’ll be 5 feet away from the restroom.

4 feet.

3 feet.

2 feet.

His hand finally reached the door when suddenly…

…he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“AAHH!!”

Quickly he took out his earbuds, “YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEAR—oh, Hi, Edith!” Krupp’s tone quickly changed.

“S-sorry, Principal Krupp!” Edith stammered, reeling from Mr. Krupp’s outburst and then regaining her composure. “I haven’t seen ya all day.”

“Yeah, uh…” Mr Krupp nervously readjusted his toupee. “I was busy. Really busy .”

“Oh, should I come back later—?”

“NO! No, I mean, it’s alright, I just wanted to wash my face real quick, but that can wait! Hehe…” Mr. Krupp blurted out in one breath.

This was the worst possible time to be meeting with his girlfriend. He desperately wanted to say, “I’m really sorry, but I’m a bit preoccupied right now!” That’s pretty much the most rational thing he could have done. And yet, he couldn’t say it.

“You doin’ alright? You look a bit antsy today…and a bit pale.”

“Of course! I was just thirsty and I can’t wait for Mr. Ree to get the rin-I MEAN—an extra cooler, so right now, I’m settling for tap water from the bathroom.”

“Didn’t you just say you were just washin’ your face?”

“Ummm….uhhh……”

“Never mind. Anyhoo, I was lookin’ up places to go for our redo date and-“

“We’re doing a redo date?”

“Of course! I mean, I had a good time last Friday, but everythin’ you planned didn’t go the way you wanted it to go, did it?”

Mr. Krupp grew flustered. “N-no! Don’t worry about—“

“So I’m thinkin’ that since you were the one doin’ all the plannin’ since date one. I think I should…y’know treat you for a change!”

“Oh yeah?” Krupp’s hand stopped pushing against the restroom door.

“How do you feel about going out of town for a day trip?”

Mr. Krupp raised his eyebrows. “That sounds…pretty interesting, actually. Where do you want to go?”

“So, there’s this museum down in Dayton that has—“

For a split second, it JUST occurred to Mr. Krupp that right behind Edith, he could see through the window to the front of the science classroom, mentioned previously. He could have sworn he heard the sound of children talking amongst themselves, followed by the teacher speaking noticeably louder. Through the same window, he could see a silhouette of the teacher’s hand. However small it was the shape was unmistakable: a hand cocked upward with a thumb and middle finger pressed together. Right before they—

SNAP!

If not for the fact that he was inside an elementary school (and in front of Edith), he’d be screaming out as many curse words as possible right now.

……………………………………

Falling face-down on the floor, Krupp had returned to the mindscape again.

“Yet another case of bad timing, Benny?” Wiseguy taunted whilst jotting down a sixth tally mark on a passing chalkboard that quickly vanished back into oblivion.

Krupp proceeded to bang his fists on the floor. “I WAS BEING CAREFUL TOO!!!”

“And yet you still got tripped up by your girlfriend.”

As he was getting up, Krupp suddenly heard Edith’s voice.

He looked around behind the EGO booth to see the same floating screen out on the water. It was still focused on Edith's face and Edith was still looking at him. Yet somehow, she doesn’t seem to look like she noticed that he fell under another trance again. But aside from that, something much more important stuck out to him. Krupp could definitely recognize the tone of Edith’s voice, but to him it sounded, really, really, REALLY muffled.

“I can’t understand her? No….NonononoNONONO!!!!”

Quickly, Krupp grabbed Wiseguy by the shoulders, shaking him with great intensity. “I’m getting a second chance for our date! She was going to tell me where she wanted to go and now I can barely make out anything she says?? WHAT SORCERY IS THIS ?”

“H-hey! Shake any harder and you’ll— whoop . There it goes.”

Too angsty to react to the fact that he shook Wiseguy’s head off, Krupp immediately turned back to the EGO door to bang on it in hopes of getting this “other person”’s attention. But before he could shriek “ YOU JERK! GIMMIE BACK MY BODY!! ” to the person he assumes is behind the EGO door….

“…. ….. …….. ……..!”

He heard another person’s extremely muffled voice. Something much louder and closer than Edith’s.

“……….?”

“… … …? … …… ..…..~!”

It would be one thing if Edith was having a one-sided conversation with him, but it’s another when he could actively see vague shapes of his hands entering and leaving his field of vision and seeing his vision bobbing up and down as if he were agreeing to something….

“There we go,” Wiseguy grunted as he reattached his head. “Crazy how you can still understand the tone of a conversation even though you can’t understand it word-for-word, huh? Whatever it is, it sounds pretty lively.”

As much as Krupp wanted to deny it no matter how much his blood turned cold, no matter how chilly his spine became….

…….that voice was unmistakable.

“ Holy mashed avocado sauce !” Krupp said in disbelief, clasping his metaphysical hands on top of his metaphysical head. “That’s my voice, isn’t it!? A-am I actually responding to her? I-I’m answering her and I can’t even hear what I’m saying?? God! I don’t have any control over what I’m saying to her either! WHAT AM I EVEN—!?”

Krupp started to notice something in Edith’s expression. There was something drastically different about the way she looked at him.

The glimmer in her sky-blue eyes seemed to shine brighter. She looked so much happier. She was even blushing and even looked like she was flirting with him!

When he heard his own and Edith’s voice’s muffled laughter, Krupp started to clench his fists.

Wiseguy peered over Krupp’s shoulder. “Your rant got suddenly quiet.”

“I’ve….never seen her look at me that way before…Not since our first anniversary date.” Krupp said, with a bitter tone. “It’s infuriating …”

“I don’t suppose you’re feeling jealous of yourself are you?”

Krupp’s eyes widened, as if he came to a sudden realization. “Hey, clown. If this is what it feels like when the other guy is in control. Is it the same when I’m in control? You must have met him.”

“Quite a bold hypothesis, Mr. Krupp.” Wiseguy grinned slyly.

Krupp turned towards the clown looking straight at his eyes. “You must at least know who this guy is, right? Who is he ?”

“I’d love to tell you….but sadly, my knowledge is only as good as yours…. somewhat . But even if I did know, where’s the fun in spoiling it when you should take the satisfaction in finding out yourself?”

There was a long pause. More laughter in the background seemed as if it was mocking Krupp.

Before Krupp could say “That sounds like a sorry excuse for saying that you’re just lazy”, that same mysterious force yanked him back through the EGO door. Not too long after, a shadowy figure tumbled out in Krupp’s place, with his elongated shroud trailing behind.

“You sounded like you had a good time.” Wiseguy said to the shadow.

The shadow only grinned in response.

………………..

When the principal came back to his senses, Edith was hugging him rather tightly. Somehow, he felt a slight drop of water on top of his head directly under what appeared to be a crack in the ceiling. His toupee felt like it slid out of place, and his tie felt slightly loose…but miraculously his clothes were still intact!

“Thanks, Principal Krupp!” Edith said excitedly. “We’re gonna have a great Saturday!”

“Uh, yeah! Looking forward to it!” Mr. Krupp answered sheepishly. “Uh…just so we’re clear, can you go over it again just one more time?”

“Huh? But I just explained it 3 times already.”

Whoever this other guy is, he’s a complete moron!! Krupp thought begrudgingly.

Mr. Krupp’s face turned red. “Right…never mind.”

“Oh! Let me text you the directions to the museum and the place we’re gonna eat.”

LUCKY! Mr. Krupp thought, trying to resist the urge to pump his fist in the air. “That’s great! I’ll commit them to memory!”

“You’re the best,“ Edith said, beaming. “ See ya tomorrow!”

Edith turned back towards the cafeteria to restock food. Krupp just smiled blankly and waved. After a few minutes, Krupp started to walk back towards his office, looking down at his texts from Edith. They were directions to a science museum and an evening farmer’s market. The museum felt like a wild card, but he’s looking forward to the farmer’s market. He’s never been to one as a customer before.

As Krupp entered Ms. Anthrope’s office, he suddenly noticed something rotten in the air that seemed to come from his office. When he walked in, the smell led him to the wastebasket next to his desk where some flies were flying around. Buried under a layer of crumpled paper was a particularly rotten half of an unusually large potato, along with what looked like wires attached to it.

“Who dumped this trash in my office?” The principal wondered.

……………………………………………..

Extra Chapter: An Entry From Someone’s Journal

Friday was a disaster.

It was bad enough that I lost my Project Friday morning, but it was even worse when I found it. On (SCRIBBLED) HIS desk. A whole summer’s worth of tinkering away in the cave, reduced to proverbial ashes. The outer casing had melted into a puddle and the pieces I salvaged after it hardened still had pieces of wood. Not good especially if I wanted to recycle it back into filament in case a rebuild was warranted. I wonder if there’s a video out on the web showing how to “purify” used PLA?

Something to think about later. Right now, I’ll need to focus on retrieving as many of the important parts as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’m rolling everything back by 14 months.

Time’s running out….

To-do List:

(SCRIBBLED)

Distract Mr. Ree

Find Mr. Ree’s office!

-Devlog entry No. 72., Operation: Still Yet-To-Be-Named.

#captain underpants #mr. krupp #edith the lunch lady #epilogue au

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A Blood Moon Night

(Ok, first time doing this, also sorry if I butcher many words · w ·`;; ) ⚠Warning!!: foul Spanish and English lenguage (swearing), alien blood, blood and raw meat (don't worry, is not Linx).⚠ Also, this is long . . . Enjoy :"D

We see the Pizzaplex108 furrowing space calmly to a planet. Seen the surface, the entrance to the undergrown cities glowing bright. Our team in the ship's control room. Dj piloting, going near the orbit in a safe point. - Freddy: Drop the anchor, Dj. This is the place.- He order with a calm tone and standing up from his comands chair. - Dj: On my way boss.- He followed and drop the orvit anchors with a comand in dj table like navigation controls. Spining the holographick disk, making the whole Pizzaplex108 rotate ninety degrees looking west. - Freddy: Linx, analysis of orbit life- He asked - Linx: zero orbit life in this planet season. We are safe- Freddy: Good. Chica, Monty, any meteorite activity? - Chica: nothing on the south or north- Monty: Only ice and dust on the east and a few weak meteorite at west, but will not damage anything- Freddy: Roxy, status of the shields- Roxy: at nine hundred percent full powered- Freddy: Allright, Moon, power of artillery and cannons. Sun, day and night cycle of this planet- - Moon: at full power and in wait of comands- Sun: six hours at day, and twenty four hours at night- Linx: Then we came at the two last ours of the day! Did we came too late?- Foxy enters in the room listening the team - Foxy: Not at all lil cub. This planet lives at night and sleep at day. We came in tha perfect time! Now. Every one get ready ladds. This resources and fixing materials buying and intergalactic reunion will take a long while- With that said, everyone moves and go to the living floor. Dj had an off feeling for a second, wondered why but he kept moving with the team.

Meanwhile in the livingroom, we see Gregory puting his space suit/armor on. With some dificulties to put the chest plate on. With a grumpy face and allready desperate to stick the chest plate and it doesn't fall. Freddy's hand holds his solder and with the other hand holds the chastplate in place. Waiting a lil bit and it's finally conected to the armor. Gregory blushed and crosed his arms, in a funny tone he says - Gregory: I had it >:"cX- Freddy chuckles at his son's reaction. Then he turns to the theam and says in a calm tone -Freddy: Ok, Dj and Linx, you will guard the Pizzaplex while we go to the planet. So you two can finally get comfy- Dj and Linx: Ok- said at the same time. Dj with a calm tone while Linx with a cute surprise tone. - Foxy: Take care ya two, we'll be in there the whole night, including the wee lil pup here- Gregory looks at Foxy with a funny and grumpy frown - Gregory: I'm not that small! I'm still growing (ò_ó)- Everyone cackled. After some minutes preparing the Spacecraft. They left the Pizzaplex. Meanwhile Dj and Linx waved them good bye from the doors controls. - Dj: . . . Since this is kinda like waching over the house . . . Do you want to play the story mode of the Curse of Dreadbear 7 we left five months ago?- he asks. Linx looks at him with open eyes and ears tensed up like antenas - Linx: Hell yeah!!! I thought of it when we woke up!- Smiled in excitement and cheered up tone. They both smile and go to the living floor and living room. Prepare some snacks, turn on the HolloPlayStation2, open the game and start playing. The time whent by and the night was near. Dj tensed up waching Linx playing, and Linx determend to finish that level she failed allready six times. The silenced hype was real, both leaning foward the more Linx go foward. The enemys geting more closed to the character Linx played with. - Linx: vamoooos, vamoooooos (come oooon, come oooooon)- She said lowly and focused. When they thought she was going to loose again, the end of the level cutscene appeared. Both of them whent from focus face to surprise wide eyes and a hyped growing smile. Dj fisting and Linx kicking to the air. Dj lives his hand for a high six, wich Linx responds and high six *the tiniest clap you heard when she high six* - Dj: High six sis!! HAHAHAAaa, finally!!- Linx: vamoooooooos!! (let's goooooooo!!), boy that was hard, first time playing it, tho I forgot we were in hardmode- Dj: And we didn't unlock the nightmare mode jet- Linx: theres a nightmare mode!?- Dj: yup, and for the first time we passed that level by the way- Linx: Really!!?- Dj: yep- Linx: so from here going on no one knows how hard it will be?- Dj: yyyuup- They looked at eachother then the hologram screen, then back at eachother - Dj: . . . - Linx: . . . - Dj: are ya reading my mind aren't you- He asks with a wide smile - Linx: *grimlish giggle* yes ... but I'm going to save first cus I don't want to go through that again- She saves inmidiatly with nervious speed. Dj seen this made him laught untill got cut when his head started to hurt sharply. Like if some one was hammering thick nail to your head, and each hammer whent deeper.

He grunted painfully loud, puting his hands on his fordhead. Linx surprise by this, she drop the controler on the coffee table infront of them, and hop in front of Dj. Worried and tryed to heal the headache, puting her hands adove his - Linx: Hermano! you good!?? what happened? do you need me to get a medicen? I can try deem down the pain but it will go back once I live my hands off you- - He grunted again. His eyes wided in horror at the realization - Dj: No. nonononononono- He looked at Linx worried, but fliched becouse a sharper pain and looked down. - Dj: S- *grunt* sorry Linx, I have to go to the bunker right now- Linx: whu- - Dj: I think is a- - The pain whent even harder and harder. To a point he hiperventilates - Linx: Dj!!- Dj: I have to go to the bunker now! Linx, please, close the door and don't open it. Even if I scream of pain. Don't open the door. For your seafty. Understood?- He holds both of Linx solders. Linx looking slightly confuse but nods up and down - Linx: . . Understood- She lookd at him worried and scare. He opens a portal directly in front of the bunker door. Both walk through the portal. They open the bunker door, then he enters running, making a wiff or air move Linx hair and furr. - Dj: Linx, close the door now- Linx: on it, but... will you be allright?- she looks at him with concern - Dj: I- . . . I'll be fine-*painfull grunt* I'll be back in the morning, ok?- He said and ask with a warm smile but you could see the pain in his four eyes. Linx looked at him worried than ever, ears down and a slightly whimp. With a worried soft voice she says- Linx: ... Ok- Then closes the door. Seen him still smiling till the door was close. It hurt our lil medic's heart. Linx satyed there in the outside of the bunker. She jumped when she heard Dj's painfull screams. Made all her furr bristling up and her really short tail like betwin her legs. Ears up like as if she was in danger. Hi's screams were loud, like if he was tortured alive. She could also hear the steam coming out like a incoming steam train. Her heart was beating fast. She looked at the door worried, but she notices something on it. A pice of office tape, she looked arownd and saw a paper on the floor beside the door. She got close and graved the paper. When she grabd it. Dj stoppe screaming, she turned to look at the door, worried. Whent back to see the paper, it was blank till she turn it around. Her eyes wided open in horror to what it was. - ⚠Note: Do not use the bunker! the door whont close! In repairs! ⚠-

Linx face slowly whent terrified expresion. And more now finally realizing what was going on. There's was a red moon tonight. But he thoughts were cut by the sound of the door behind her opening. In companing of a now pure feral Dj's deep growl. She drops the paper and looks at the horizont, not looking behind her - Linx:.... mierda (shit)- When she felt the wind on her back change she sprint foward at full speed. She looked behind her and see Dj. His claws pinned in to the floor. The she looks at his eyes, all his pupils glowing pure red. She knew they could turn red when he was infuriated and angered, but this was diferent. His central pupils didn't have the white shine. His headphones weren't there so he could hear Linx miles away from him. - Dj: GRRRARRULKKKkkkkk *metalick ratlle from inside his mouth*- It was a silence standing off, both looking at eachothers eyes, in waith for the first move. Untill Dj pounced towards Linx at full speed, but Linx avoid it and jump to the side towards the exit of the bunker area. Shadow skating as fast as posible, with her heart in the throad she reached the exit and turn around and saw Dj right behind her. She closed the door the faster she could go. The door was fully close, but didn't knew for how long it would hold him. She walked away with pain in her heart for living him. At first she heard how hard he tryed to break the door, but then there was silence that scared her. She skate far away enought. But she heard a buzzing sound on her right, but inmidiatlly she was pinned up in the wall by him, with one hand, presuring her chest to a point it hurts. He came out of one his portals. - Linx thoughts: O- .. ok I sould had thought of that- - The preasure and weight on his hand was stronger to a point it was hard to breath. - Linx: *grunt* AAA-!! - Tears fell down her cheeks. She looks at his eyes - Linx: b-brother?- with a trembling voice. He gived no awnser, he just whent nearing his open maw to her. His mouth glowing and fangs out. Linx looked in panic, crying but had an idea. But she hated it. She swang her leg to get momentum and kick him in the chin. It made him close his mouth and untight his grim on her chest, and also made one of his thooths fly out. - Dj: GRRUAAAAAAAUGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHkKKkKKkkkk!!!- and by his tone, it hurts. Linx fell on her feet still crying - Linx: lo siento! lo siento! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!- then she ran again meanwhile Dj covered his mouth in pain. He turned his head in anger at Linx runing away, with blue blood driping out and down his chin. Then he chased her at full speed at the same time turning bersek state. The chase was long even Linx had to go on bersek state to survive everything, even if stron lights are her weakness and it hurt like been burn alive.

After hours of runing and runing. Linx was geting reall tierd, and hungry. She turned her smallest size and hide in one of the cables entraces to take a breath. She was exauted, she was use to run from danger but not for tons of hours! For a moment she could calm down, she felt her heart on her throat. She looked at her hands, shaking like a leaf, with not strength of even close her cluch in to a punch. - Linx thinking: Ok.. ok. . you can do this . . it hurst? hell it does. Is your best friend you consider him as a abrother at this point!! You aren't made to feel adrenaline for long periods of time. . . ok, ok, let's take deep breaths and then we can lure him to his personal frige, he gets some blood from his bags and while he is distracted with that. I can take out meat to calm him more! . . . but there wouldn't be any time to cook it if he is distracted with the blood bags. He will live the bags dead dry in one minute. . Yeah, let's do this- - Her calm and thoughts wereinterupted by Dj's hand entering in the hole. He slamb down, looking with touch were Linx was. She sumeged in the shadow and jump to the wall faecing the hole. He took his hand out and peaked trough it. His eyes looking all he cloud see. He left and try the same in a near cable entrance. Linx took this opportunity and scape from there still in small form. She slide as fast and far but still visible for Dj. - Linx: Hey hermano (brother)!! catch me if you can!!- She shout out to the top of her lungs with a playfull tone. Dj turns her direction and the chase begins again. They both whent the faster they could go! Even if Dj try to trick Linx with portals. They both reached back the living floor. Linx changed to her normals size. Fastly reached the kitchen, open Dj's personal blood fridge and take all the blood bags she could. Dj enters and slow down, but moving and been ready to pounce Linx again. Untill a bag of blood was straight up on his mouth, wich surprises him. - Linx: vamoos (let's goo)! I wish you were aware to had saw what a good throw I just did! finally what you teach me is bloming!- Dj: GRRRrrrrgrrrrrrrrrrrruhhhhkkkk- He looks at Linx still preparing to pounce. In a blink of an eye, he drank the blood from the bag. - Linx: o. . yeah I'm still in danger (°▽° ;). Well, enjoy the drinks!- She throws all the blood bags. Receiving Dj's attention, his eyes glowed even more red. He whet straight up to the bags. Buying Linx some time to take out an amount of meat, meaby enought to calm his hunger. When she returns she is in shock seen he just finished ALL the bags, not even a drop inside or outside. They stare at eachother in silence mainwhile she slowly lives the mountine of meat in the counter. Then she goes to the a small corner were he couldn't reach, like a blurr of fast. After this he looks at the meat. And straight up stats eating. He finishes after a whole hour. Linx sleept in her smallest form after all the chase and that she didn't sleep the whole night. But a loud sound woke her up. Of a big body falling! she looked around and around and sees Dj on the floor in the way to the living room.

Linx gets closer in full silence, she looks at the time and the night is over!! She couldn't belive it's allready over. she look at Dj again, now deeply sleep - Linx: . . .- She aproaches him, still in her smallest form, she climbs his arm and see his face. Still with some blue blood coming from his mouth. Feeling guilty from the kick she gived him. She get's closer to his mouth and heal what she damaged with healing shadows. And thinking now he needs a protetic thooth. She was too tierd to do it now. She stares at him - Linx: . . .- She goes to one side of his cheek and curl up and fell sleep again. Finally both resting from the long night.

After two or three hours. Dj wakes up, with a headache like if he whent drunk really bad. He put his hand on his forehead. His face whent from sleepy trying to open his eyes to horror when he remembered everything. Panic entered like a shot in the back. He raised his head looking for Linx. Waking her up in the process not only the movement but also her head was laying on his cheek. - Dj: Linx!? Linx were are you!?- He shouted out, hurting his ears in the process- Linx: I'm here! I'm here, I'm smoll, down here- She whispered. Dj looked at Linx direction, his eye wided of how small she could be. But a wave of relife came with his breathing but with a sad aura in it. He looks in the horizont for a moment puts his hiding half of his face under his left primary hand, lowering his head again to the floor. Tears forming in his wide open horrofied eyes and Linx notices this. She climbs up to his face and hugs him near the corner of his eye. Dj close his eyes as he burries his face with his hand, over his eyes. - Dj: I- i'm so, so sorry- his voice breaking, trying to hold the tears. Linx moved infront of him, on the knucles of the hand he is hiding his eyes - Linx: is allright- Dj carefully moved his hand, making it a plataform for her. His eyes in shock - Dj: How is it allright!! i almost killed you- - Linx: Becouse you are my brother! you weren't your self and I understand that!! . . . and I'm still here, I managed to survive, but also take care of you- She looks at him with a smile and some tears in her eyes - Linx: also, welcome back- He looks at her, thinks for a moment, looks back at Linx and hugs her gently. Making a cup with his hands holding Linx close to him. Linx rest her forehead on Dj's nose bridge. Linx purred to calm him down, wich he returs an aracnoid purr. A really quiet while passed and Linx fars a lil bit so she could see Dj's eyes -Linx: do you want to sleep after not sleeping a whole night till the team comes back?- They both look at eachother for a sec - Dj: yes, please- Linx chuckled softly. And so they did.

#djmm #dj music man #fnaf space au #space guard au #fnafsb #fnaf oc

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rikitachiquita · 7 months

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one more pear 🍐 || p. sunghoon

• synopsis: something really weird happens to y/n one day. it involved park sunghoon, her brother and weirdly enough... pears

• genre: shitposting, one shot, crack, sunghoon x bestfriend y/n, literally the dream i had last night made into a one shot

(1k words)

y/n was in her kitchen, eating some good old peaches in the middle of the afternoon. she had been studying all day so a healthy snack was what she needed.

that’s when a person came into her kitchen: it was sunghoon, her good friend.

“what are you eating?” he asked

“peaches with lemon, why?” she replied, a bit weirded out that he was in her house.

who invited him? she then started guessing who it could have been, since it wasn’t her. maybe it was her mum, since she LOVED him. to be fair, who wouldn’t? he was very funny when he tried. she instantly checked her dad out of the list: he couldn’t remember the names of her friends even if his life depended on it. and she has had the same groups of friends for years. maybe her brother? yeah no. fun fact, sunghoon and her brother HATED each other. the reason why? still unknown. anyways she always had to be ready to hide the man when he was around her house, in case her brother came around unexpectedly.

“i want some pears” he said.

was he ok? why did he want pears all of the sudden??

“take one, it’s no big deal” she said, ignoring the weird situation. maybe he was on drugs??? or maybe he was just a freak.

“thank you!” he said giggling and taking a pear.

then he took another one

and another one

and one more

a fifth one

and the last remaining pear.

y/n looked at him. stunned. what was going on? why did he take six pears? why was he being like this. sunghoon was a bit strange at times, but not THAT strange.

maybe he was trying to be more healthy? he was an athlete at the end of the da-

“BYE Y/N” she heard and then the loud sound of her front door closing (it needed some fixing but her brother and dad were way too lazy to do that)

he had left. ok. it’s sunghoon. it’s normal behavior for him. he would just forget it and live her life like that didn’t happen.

it was the next day. she had a biology presentation in a few minutes , so she was a bit anxious. i mean, dna wasn’t a simple subject to tackle.

all her classmates were there, just one was missing: sunhoon.

maybe he was finally put in a mental hospital. after the stunt he pulled the day before, he better be locked up.

she started giving her presentation and everything was going well. the slide had turned out perfect and the speech was going smoothly.

but then her brother came in. (an: wtf my brother just texted me im actually freaked out)

why was he in her school?

he didn’t even go to her school. their schools weren’t even close. actually it took over an hour by bus to get from y/n’s school to her brother's school.

“where are the pears?” he asked.

why was everyone obsessed with pears? they were nasty anyways.

“i don’t know? why are you in my school?” she was confused to say the least.

“i need them, i know you have them”

“i don’t even like pears! oh my god why are you here?”

“ok, i’m leaving for now, but be sure to have them later”

and he did left, slamming the door on his way out.

“you can go on” said her teacher. no one wondered what had just happened.

so she just did. she went on with her presentation.

it was the next period now and she was in german. y/n hated that subject with her whole heart. why did she even choose to take it? it was her worst subject and she barely passed it.

another knock on the door was heard and sunghoon came in. he had escaped the clinic then, it was the only explanation.

“sorry, i had a doctor appointment, here is my pass” he said, handing the teacher a paper and sitting down at his designated seat at the back of the class.

another knock. again. why was everyone knocking today?

“do you have my pears now?” her brother was back, bothering her.

“i already told you, i don’t have your pears”

“just admit that you ate them yesterday”

“but i didn’t!”

“yes you did!” he was starting to raise his voice.

“i don’t like pears, why would I eat them!”

“i don’t know, maybe cause you are crazy?”

she was so embarrassed. the whole class was looking at her. and not even just her class, but janitors and random students from other classes were gathering outside the door and they were looking at the scene.

“ I AM the crazy one? not you? the one who came all the way to my school to scream to me about some pears on the loose? and you came in twice! do you realize how out of your mind you must look? and in front of my whole class and the teachers! can’t you just leave?”

“not unless you tell me where my pears are!”

“i don’t know were your pears are!!!”

“then who has them?”

“i don’t know”

oh when she would get her hands on sunghoon. he just waits. oh he will get what he deserves for making this happen. just cause he craved pears.

but weirdly enough , she couldn’t feel the man’s eyes on her. weird very weird.

“on that’s enough, you leave now and you try calming yourself down” the teacher finally did what she was paid for: doing her job.

finally her brother left. finally she could find peace. well, she was still at school so peace was not an option at all.

when she finally relaxed, she turned around to look at the man in question.

and he was not there. sunghoon had left. and the pears. they were all gone with him.

author note: basically i had this dream last night. so i made a one shot out of it cause it was very funny to me. also, i might just make one shots about fruits at this point and become a greengrocer (check out my first ever fic, sweet like mango!!).

CHECK OUT LI AND I'S SIDE BLOG!!!! we talk about enhypen if they were italian and it's very funny to me ( and to li ok yes, we enjoy stuff like this)

new chapter of come back be here coming tonight/tomorrow night!!!

ok bye i'm done with the advertisment

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