#i always got something extra.. sorry about that

[rmview]

accidentally leaking their relationship, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader  ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of how the stray kids boys end up leaking their relationship accidentally!

contents — crack, fluff, no warnings.

bang ♡ chan

bang chan was always meticulous about keeping your relationship under wraps. as the leader of stray kids, he knew how quickly rumors could spiral and wanted to protect you from unnecessary scrutiny. but even someone as careful as him could make a mistake.

it happened during one of his famous live broadcasts. chan was sitting in his studio, casually chatting with fans as he fiddled with some tracks on his computer. he was explaining his latest project when a notification popped up on his screen. without thinking, he clicked it, and for a brief second, a picture of the two of you appeared.

it wasn’t anything scandalous — just a selfie of you leaning against his shoulder, both of you smiling softly. but it was enough. the comments exploded almost instantly.

who was that??? is chan dating someone??? did i just see a girl??? that girl was me guys, chill

bang chan’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. “oh, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, trying to think fast. “that was… an old picture! a friend sent it to me earlier. sorry about that, everyone!”

he quickly ended the broadcast, his heart racing as he leaned back in his chair. a million thoughts ran through his head — had anyone managed to screenshot it? what would the company say? more importantly, what would you think?

when he called you later to explain, you laughed softly, though he could hear the worry in your voice. “it’s okay, chan. it was bound to happen at some point.”

“no, it’s not okay,” he insisted. “i promised to keep this private for your sake, and i slipped up.”

“you’re human,” you reassured him. “and besides, we’ll handle whatever happens together, right?”

hearing your calm voice eased some of his guilt. “yeah, together,” he said softly. “but i’m still going to be extra careful from now on.”

felix ♡

felix adored you, and while he was determined to keep your relationship private, he sometimes let his excitement get the best of him.

the leak happened when felix was baking cookies during a live broadcast. fans loved his warm, cozy streams, and he often shared stories and tips while he worked. as he was mixing dough, his phone lit up with a message from you. without thinking, he glanced at it and smiled.

“sorry, guys,” he said, holding up the phone. “just got a cute message from…” he froze, realizing what he’d just said, gaze falling to the chat that erupted with curiosity.

from who??? felix, are you hiding something??? who’s the cute message from???

felix’s face turned beet red as he stammered, “uh, from my… my friend! yeah, just a good friend.” he laughed nervously, quickly changing the subject to the cookies.

after the stream, he called you in a panic. “i think i messed up,” he admitted, pacing his room. “i almost said too much!”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “relax, lix. it’s not the end of the world.”

“but i want to protect you from all this,” he said, his voice laced with guilt. “i don’t want you dragged into the spotlight because of me.”

“felix,” you said softly, “i know you’ll do your best. and no matter what happens, i’m not going anywhere.”

his heart melted at your reassurance. “you’re too good to me,” he murmured. “but i’ll be more careful. promise.”

lee ♡ know

lee know was famously private, so the idea of accidentally exposing your relationship was something he had nightmares about. he was cautious, always double-checking everything he posted and keeping personal moments strictly offline.

the slip-up came during a group photoshoot. the boys were filming behind-the-scenes content for fans, and lee know had forgotten that he’d left your bracelet on his wrist. it was subtle — a simple silver band engraved with your initials — but eagle-eyed fans didn’t miss a thing. as the content was uploaded online, surprised comments flooded in.

is that… a couple bracelet??? whose initials are those? lee know, explain yourself!!!!

when he saw the comments later, lee know’s heart sank. he immediately called his manager, working out a way to downplay the situation. “it’s just a gift from a close friend,” he said during a live broadcast, keeping his tone neutral.

later that night, he came over to your place, still visibly upset. “i’m sorry,” he said as soon as you opened the door.

you tilted your head, confused. “for what?”

“for being careless,” he said, holding up his wrist. “i should’ve taken it off before the shoot.”

you smiled, reaching out to take his hand. “minho, it’s okay. it’s just a bracelet. and honestly, i’m kind of proud they noticed — i like seeing you wear it.”

his lips twitched into a small smile. “you’re too understanding.”

“i trust you,” you said simply. “and no matter what happens, i’m not worried.”

lee know wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “i’ll be more careful next time. but i’m glad you’re not mad.”

“i could never be mad at you,” you teased, making him chuckle softly.

hyun ♡ jin

hyunjin was a hopeless romantic, and his love for you was something he carried with him everywhere. he was cautious about keeping your relationship private but couldn’t help tiny, subtle slips — moments where his affection for you shone through.

the leak happened during a spontaneous live broadcast. hyunjin was lounging on the couch, answering fans’ questions, when someone asked about the small ring on his pinky finger. without thinking, he smiled.

“oh, this?” he held it up, admiring the simple band. “it’s, uh… special to me.”

the chat exploded:

special? like… how??? hyunjin, tell us the truth!!! guys chill that was my anniversary present to him

realizing what he’d done, his eyes widened slightly, and he quickly tried to play it off. “it’s just a good luck charm,” he said with a nervous laugh, switching topics to his latest dance project.

after the live ended, hyunjin flopped onto the couch, groaning into a cushion. he called you immediately, his voice full of guilt. “i messed up. they noticed the ring, and i think they know it’s from you.”

you laughed softly on the other end of the line. “hyunjin, it’s not a big deal. they don’t know for sure.”

“but i feel like i betrayed your trust,” he said, sitting up. “i promised to be careful, and now people might start guessing things.”

“hyunjin,” you said gently, “you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself. we’ll handle it together, okay?”

hearing your reassurance made him feel a little better. “i’m so lucky to have you,” he murmured. “but i’ll be more careful — i don’t want anything to put you in a tough spot.”

jeong ♡ in

jeongin was naturally shy, and dating you was something he kept close to his heart. he wanted to protect your privacy, knowing how overwhelming things could get if the public found out. but even he wasn’t immune to slip-ups.

it happened during a group photoshoot. as the members joked around, jeongin absentmindedly pulled out his phone to check a message from you. a staff member teasingly asked, “who’s got your attention so much, innie?”

without thinking, jeongin blushed and muttered, “just my —” he caught himself, but the damage was done. his hyungs immediately caught on, and a few snickered. “your what, jeongin?”

the teasing moment was captured on camera and uploaded to a behind-the-scenes video. fans were quick to pick up on his slip, speculating about who he might be texting.

jeongin panicked when he saw the comments later. “they’re going to figure it out,” he fretted, pacing his room as he called you.

you tried to calm him down. “jeongin, it’s fine. people speculate all the time — it doesn’t mean they know anything for sure.”

“but what if they do?” he asked, his voice small. “i don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

you smiled softly, even though he couldn’t see it. “i trust you, and i’m not worried. just be yourself, okay? you don’t have to carry this alone.”

his heart swelled at your words. “you’re too good to me,” he said quietly. “i’ll do better — i promise.”

han ♡

han tried to keep your relationship private, but his naturally playful and forgetful nature meant he occasionally slipped up. one of those moments came when he was recording behind-the-scenes content for a vlog.

as he was showing off his desk setup in the dorm, the camera accidentally panned over a sticky note on the wall that read, “love you, idiot - y/n.” fans immediately paused and zoomed in, and the comment section blew up.

who’s y/n??? han has a girlfriend??? explain yourself to our kids, han jisung!!!

han didn’t notice the uproar until much later, when staff informed him about the growing buzz online. his first reaction was pure panic. “what? how did they see that?!”

he went back to the dorm and immediately called you. “i think i messed up big time,” he admitted, pacing nervously. “your name showed up in the vlog, and people are already talking about it.”

you chuckled softly, though you could tell he was freaking out. “jisung, it’s okay. it’s not like they know anything else.”

“but they’ll start digging,” he groaned. “what if they find out more? i hate the thought of you being dragged into this.”

“hey,” you said gently, “we’ll figure it out. i’m not mad, and i trust you to handle it.”

he sighed, sitting down on his bed. “you’re way too understanding, you know that? i’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again. you deserve better than this kind of stress.”

hearing the guilt in his voice, you reassured him once more. “i’m not worried, jisung. just promise me you’ll stop beating yourself up about it.”

he smiled, feeling a little better. “promise. i’ll be more careful — for you.”

seung ♡ min

seungmin was always composed and cautious, but even he wasn’t immune to the occasional slip-up. he valued your privacy deeply and did his best to ensure your relationship stayed out of the public eye. however, the unthinkable happened during a live broadcast with the group.

the members were joking around when a fan asked who among them was most romantic. changbin teasingly pointed to seungmin, and someone else chimed in, “yeah, seungmin’s probably the type to write love letters.”

seungmin, caught off guard, laughed and muttered, “well, y/n likes —” he froze mid-sentence, realizing what he’d just said. the room fell silent for a beat before the other members burst out laughing to cover for him.

“who’s y/n, seungmin?” hyunjin teased, but seungmin waved it off, cheeks flushed. “no one! i meant, uh, someone i know…” he mumbled, quickly redirecting the conversation.

after the broadcast ended, seungmin rushed to call you. “i slipped up,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “i said your name. people might connect the dots.”

you chuckled, trying to calm him down. “seungmin, it’s okay. it was an honest mistake.”

“but i promised to protect your privacy,” he argued, guilt evident in his tone. “i don’t want this to affect you.”

“seungmin,” you reassured him, “you’re overthinking it. it’s not like they have any proof. let’s not stress over something we can’t change.”

he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “you’re always so calm about these things. i don’t deserve you.”

“you’re doing your best,” you said softly. “and that’s more than enough for me.”

seungmin smiled, feeling the tension in his chest ease. “i’ll be more careful from now on. you mean too much to me to let this happen again.”

chang ♡ bin

changbin had always been an affectionate boyfriend, often expressing his love through sweet words and gestures. however, his bubbly personality and tendency to speak without thinking occasionally got him into trouble.

the slip happened during a studio vlog. changbin was casually showing off his recording setup when his phone lit up with a notification. the camera caught the preview of your text, which read: “don’t work too hard today, okay? love you 💕”

he didn’t realize it at first, but eagle-eyed fans did. within minutes of the vlog’s release, screenshots flooded social media, sparking speculation about who the message was from.

when changbin finally saw the comments, his heart sank. “oh no,” he muttered, replaying the clip and realizing what had happened.

he immediately called you, his voice a mix of guilt and worry. “i messed up, babe. your message showed up in the vlog, and fans are already talking about it.”

you were silent for a moment before laughing softly. “changbin, it’s okay. these things happen.”

“but i should’ve been more careful,” he argued, pacing his studio. “i don’t want you to deal with any negativity because of me.”

“hey,” you interrupted gently, “i’m not upset, and i’m not worried. if anything, it’s kind of sweet — they saw how much you care about me.”

her words made his chest tighten with affection. “you’re way too understanding,” he said, his voice softening. “but i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. you don’t deserve to deal with any stress because of me.”

“you’re overthinking it,” you teased. “but if it makes you feel better, i trust you to be careful next time.”

changbin smiled, his heart feeling lighter. “thank you for being so amazing. i’ll make it up to you — i promise.”

notes: hope you guys enjoyed reading this because i enjoyed writing it a little too much xD

[kiwriteswords]

So I have another request 🥸☝️

I had this idea about a 5+1 story and this is definitely your thing so I guess it’s the perfect moment to tell you about it and of course feel free to do it or not (I promise I won’t be sad if you don’t)

The thing was “5 times reader took Hotch on a date and one time he did” and in my head it was something like he hasn’t been on date for a long date or he always went on “simple” dates and doesn’t have anything special to tell or another amazing reason you’ll find because your brain is beautiful and reader decide to take him and of course the last one he’s the one who does

Not sure if it’s clear and maybe it’s not even a good idea 😂 but here it is and thank you for being amazing 💖

Everybody Knows You're All I've Got [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 5.3k|| AN: Ahh, I love this! Thank YOU for being amazing and always so kind! I really appreciate all of the support and requests! I hope this is what you were looking for! <3

Tags/Warnings: female reader, 5 +1, best friends to lovers, Oblivious Hotch, Grumpy x Sunshine, Reader has an ex-boyfriend, reader hints at being bisexual? (easy to miss tbh), fake dating, first dates, slow burn, Jack Hotchner TW (for those who don't like him included 🤷‍♀️) Hotch is a rusty boyfriend, Reader takes care of hotch bc he sucks at caring for himself

Summary: Five times you took Hotch on a date and the one time he takes you on one.

I. 

When you started at the BAU, it wasn't just the beginning of a new job but the start of an unlikely friendship with Aaron Hotchner. 

To many, Hotch was a mystery wrapped in a suit, always reserved and meticulously professional. But to you, he was a puzzle waiting to be understood, a person who just needed a bit of sunlight in the often shadowy world of the BAU.

You were everything Hotch wasn't outwardly: bubbly, openly kind, and radiating empathy like warmth from a fireplace. Where the weight of the job furrowed his brow, your smile seemed to light up the room, often bringing a much-needed lift to the team's spirits. 

It didn’t take long for you to notice the little things that could bring a momentary smile to Hotch’s often impassive face--a perfectly timed cup of coffee after a long night, a gentle tease to crack his professional veneer, or a supportive word after a tough case.

One chilly October afternoon, as the leaves painted the world in hues of fire and gold, you approached Hotch with an extra ticket in hand. There had been a buzz about the new play in town, something about it transforming the mundane into magic, and you thought it would be the perfect escape from the reality you both faced daily.

You had heard Hotch speak here and there about theater-related things. On the outside, looking in, he didn’t appear to be a theater geek at heart, but the subtle notes and references he made or picked up on had him found out by you fairly quickly. 

"Hotch, you're coming with me to the play tonight," you declared with a grin, waving the ticket like a magic wand.

He looked up from his paperwork, the corners of his eyes crinkling just so, a sign you had come to recognize as intrigue mixed with resistance. "You should take a friend...or perhaps a date," he suggested, his voice steady but his gaze flickering away momentarily.

Hotch had always been a fortress of solitude, his emotions guarded like the secrets of the cases you worked on together. But over time, you'd learned to read the subtle shifts in his expression as if they were confessions.

You leaned against his office door, your smile unwavering. 

"But I am taking a friend, and honestly, I can't think of anyone else I’d rather have as my date tonight. You deserve a night off, to be wined and dined and just...have fun." You shrugged. You knew this man, out of anyone in this building, likely hadn’t had a night out of fun since 1997. “How long has it been since you've done something just for the joy of it?”

Hotch paused, the word 'date' hanging between you like a challenge. His jaw set, a classic Hotchner move before surrendering to a situation outside his control. "I'm not sure I'm the best company for something like that," he countered softly, almost vulnerable.

"Which is exactly why you should come," you insisted. "You spend so much time taking care of everyone else here, Hotch. Tonight, let someone take care of you. Plus, I love your company, whether it’s here dealing with unsubs or outside where we can actually enjoy ourselves." You paused, “And you know me,” You smirked, “I’m really not going to let this go.” 

There was a long pause, a silent conversation passing through the air as he considered your words. Finally, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, he accepted. "Alright, I'll go."

The theater was an antique jewel in the heart of the city, its walls lined with velvety red curtains and golden lights that cast a warm glow over the buzzing audience. As the curtain rose, the stage transformed into a magical realm, pulling you both away from the grim realities of your daily work.

The play was a vibrant affair, with actors breathing life into their roles with a passion that made you forget the world outside. Throughout the evening, you watched Hotch, too, seeing him genuinely engaged, a softness in his eyes that you seldom saw at work. 

During intermission, over glasses of wine, you shared light, easy conversation that danced around personal edges, revealing layers of each other previously tucked away behind professional facades.

"Thank you for bringing me," Hotch said as you walked out under the canopy of stars. His voice was low, sincere. "It’s been...more enjoyable than I anticipated."

"You're welcome!" you beamed, feeling a swell of happiness at his admission. "See? The world outside the BAU isn’t so bad, is it?"

He allowed himself a small chuckle, the sound mingling with the crisp night air. "No, it isn’t. Especially not with the right company."

The evening ended with a promise of similar outings, an unspoken agreement that both of you would take turns pulling each other away from the shadows of your job into the light of life outside it. It was simple, an easy friendship blossoming quietly into something that neither of you had expected but both secretly hoped would continue to grow.

II. 

You burst into Hotch's office with a flair that would rival any stage performance, immediately drawing a rare smile from him despite the obvious panic etched across your face. He set aside his paperwork, an unspoken signal that he was all ears, and patiently waited for you to gather your thoughts.

Despite the clear panic struck on your face…it was amusing to Hotch. Cute even. Your typical calm, cool, and collected personality seemingly faded now. Your flustered state was something that Hotch found endearingly human, a contrast to your usual composed demeanor. 

"Hotch, I have a...a situation," you gasped, struggling for breath as you stopped in front of his desk. The rare sight of your disarray pulled a smile from him, a softening around his eyes that encouraged you to continue.

Catching your breath, you finally blurted out, "My ex-fiancé is coming to town, and he's...he's engaged now!" You paced a small circle before facing Hotch again, your hands animatedly moving as you spoke. "And, of course, he wants to meet for drinks to introduce me to his fiancée."

Hotch's eyebrows raised slightly, a silent prompt for you to continue.

You exhaled sharply, the words tumbling out. Complete and utter word vomit. Word salad. Word soup…all over Aaron Hotchner’s perfectly perfected office. "I might have, sort of, told him I was seeing someone too--just to sound less...pathetic." You met Hotch's gaze, a mix of embarrassment and mischief in your eyes. "And I said it was you. It had to be you."

"Me?" Hotch's voice was calm, but his surprise was evident.

You nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I mean, it couldn’t be Derek; he’s all action-hero, way too macho. And Spencer? He’d inadvertently make me look dumb with all his factoids. And Rossi...well," you chuckled nervously, "he’s great, but he could practically be my dad!"

You paused, a playful glint appearing in your eyes. "I even thought about taking Emily, you know, referring back to my experimental college days," you joked, watching Hotch’s reaction carefully.

There was a moment of stillness as Hotch processed your train of thought. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching into an almost imperceptible smile. "So, I'm the safest choice for a fake boyfriend, is that it?"

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, relieved he wasn't upset. "You’re respectable, you’re responsible, and let’s be honest, you can scare him a little if you do that...stern FBI look.” You paused, trying to convey the other reason behind this…this choice. Hotch had become someone you deeply cared for. It was evident to everyone. “And not just safe," you corrected, your tone earnest. "You're...you make me feel secure. You're the one person here who always has my back."

Hotch considered this for a moment; then his expression softened--a new understanding dawning between you. "When is this drink supposed to happen?"

"Tomorrow night," you replied, your voice a mixture of hope and anxiety. The relief in your voice mirrored the relief in your stance.

Hotch nodded slowly, then stood up from his desk, a decisive look replacing his initial surprise. "Alright, then. It seems I’m your...boyfriend for the evening. We might as well make sure your ex realizes what he’s missed out on."

Your relief was palpable, and a genuine smile spread across your face. "Thank you, Hotch. Really, I...this means a lot to me."

“I’ll be there--not just as your fake boyfriend, but as your friend."

Your heart fluttered unexpectedly at his words, warmth spreading through you at the thought of him standing by your side. "Thank you, really, Hotch. Really…honestly, this means everything to me."

The rest of the day, you found yourself catching Hotch's eye a few times, each glance exchanged, building a silent, mutual understanding. It was an odd, unexpected partnership, but as the hours passed, a curious anticipation grew within both of you about the role you were about to play.

The following evening at the bar was like stepping into another world. The dim lighting cast a warm glow that softened the sharp edges of Hotch's usually stark features. He stood there, not as the BAU chief, but as someone altogether more approachable, dressed in a smart casual jacket that hinted at the man beneath the badge.

"You look...not like Agent Hotchner," you commented with a teasing tone as you approached.

"And you look like someone who definitely isn’t nursing a broken heart," Hotch replied, offering his arm in a gentlemanly gesture that you didn’t expect but appreciated.

The night unfolded with an ease that surprised you both. Hotch played the part perfectly, charming yet subtly protective, casting doubtful glances from your ex that you couldn't help but feel satisfied to provoke. With every laugh and shared glance, the line between pretense and reality blurred.

As you left the bar, Hotch’s hand brushed against yours, a touch that lingered longer than necessary. "You know," he said quietly, stopping to face you under the soft glow of the streetlamp, "you don’t need to pretend to be anything you're not--not with me."

Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze. "Maybe next time, we won’t have to pretend," you suggested, the words hanging between you like a promise waiting to be kept.

Hotch studied you for a moment, his usual reserve giving way to a tender sincerity. "I’d like that," he admitted, and in his eyes, you saw not just the stoic chief but a man who had begun to see you in a new light, just as you were seeing him.

As you walked away together, the city around you faded into the background, leaving only the possibilities of what might come next--a future neither of you had anticipated, but both silently hoped to explore.

III. 

On a brisk morning, as the case stretched on and lunchtime approached, you could feel the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. Seated beside Hotch in the car, an hour away from the rest of the team, you were certain he must be just as hungry--even if he never complained. From what you'd observed, Hotch often neglected his own needs, always focused on the job or caring for his team.

He was the kind of man who seemed to subsist on sheer willpower--and far too much coffee, which, as you often joked.

Coffee shouldn’t count as a meal. 

Dessert? Maybe. With extra whipped topping and mocha drizzle. Lunch? Never. 

You wished somedays you’d just pack him a sandwich. It was hard to picture the man devouring a peanut butter and jelly, but a grown man’s got to eat! And from the looks of it, he rarely prioritizes that. The thought made you smile, a brief respite from the growling of your stomach.

The world outside painted a stark contrast to the warmth inside the car. Bare trees stood sentinel along the frost-lined road, their branches swaying in the cold wind that whispered promises of an impending winter. The car's heater hummed softly, a counterpoint to the rhythm of the road beneath the tires.

Glancing over at him as he drove, you noticed his focus was unwavering, his hands steady on the wheel. The rumbling of your stomach broke the silence, making it impossible to ignore any longer. Without a word, you leaned over the console and started typing into the GPS.

Hotch shot you a curious look. One eyebrow raised before darting back toward the open road. "What are you doing?"

"We need food, Hotch. I’m starving, and I know you haven’t eaten either," you said, inputting the address of a nearby diner you’d quickly looked up. The promise of a simple but comforting meal seemed like the perfect break from the stresses of the case.

He briefly glanced at the screen before returning his eyes to the road. "We should really get back to the precinct, join the team," he argued, his voice steady but lacking conviction. 

"Hotch, we’re no good to them if we’re hungry and irritable," you countered, meeting his gaze with a playful yet firm look. "And I’m about to get very irritable if I don’t eat something soon."

"I don’t get irritable," Hotch said, a faint smile playing on his lips despite his attempt to seem annoyed.

"You will be if you don’t eat," you teased. "Now, follow the GPS. I’m ordering us cheeseburgers and fries. And if you’re good," you added with a cheeky grin, "I might even treat you to a milkshake."

That seemed to amuse him, a spark of warmth lighting up his usually reserved eyes. With a resigned chuckle, Hotch finally nodded and turned the car in the direction of the diner.

As you both walked into the diner, the shift in atmosphere was palpable. The cozy warmth, the smell of coffee and fried food, offered a much-needed respite. 

You slid into a booth, the red vinyl squeaking under you, and Hotch took the seat across, his body language relaxing as he perused the menu you handed him. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in amusement at your noticeable relief.

"See, isn’t this better than a cold sandwich in the precinct?" you asked as you handed him a menu, your tone light and teasing.

"It is," he admitted, his gaze lingering on yours a moment longer than necessary. "Thanks for taking care of me."

The conversation flowed easily as you waited for your food, touching on light topics that didn’t involve work. It was a side of Hotch you rarely saw--relaxed, even a bit playful, especially when you joked about how he deserved a day off now and then.

When the food arrived, Hotch seemed genuinely pleased with the hearty meal, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction in seeing him so. As you both ate, the playful banter continued, and you teased him about his choice of milkshake flavor--classic vanilla, to match his no-nonsense personality.

"You know, for someone who claims to be all business, you sure enjoy vanilla quite a bit," you quipped, taking a sip of your own, more adventurous, chocolate shake.

Hotch looked up, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Maybe I just appreciate the simpler things," he retorted, his voice low and teasing in a way that sent a thrill through you. “And the company isn’t bad.” 

You caught the twinkle in his eye, and it sparked something bold within you. "Well, if it's the simple things you appreciate," you started, a playful edge to your voice, "I might just have to take you on more 'simple' dates like this. I mean, if the company isn't bad..."

Hotch's smile broadened a rare and full grin that reached his eyes, softening the usually stern lines of his face. "I wouldn't object to that," he admitted, his tone suggesting he was more pleased by the idea than he let on. "It seems I've been missing out on quite a few simple pleasures."

The light banter, mixed with the warm glow of the diner and the comfort of the meal, wove a moment of connection that felt both exhilarating and natural. As you both laughed, the air between you filled with a sense of possibility, a hint that this could be the beginning of exploring not just crime scenes together but something much deeper and personally rewarding.

The meal ended too soon, but the light-hearted mood lingered as you both headed back to the car. As Hotch drove back to the precinct, the playful ease between you felt like a silent acknowledgment of something deeper, something neither of you had expected to find in the midst of a tough case.

The ride back was quiet but comfortable, filled with shared glances and an unspoken agreement that this, whatever it was that was blooming between you, was something worth exploring, no matter how cautiously. The seeds planted during that fake date had started to sprout, and as the landscape rolled by outside the car windows, so too did the possibilities of what might come next.

IV. 

The evolution of your relationship with Hotch had been as subtle as the change of seasons, marked not by grand gestures but by shared glances and small touches that lingered a bit longer than necessary. These were the silent confirmations of a deepening bond, one that had maturely navigated the boundaries of professionalism and his life as a dedicated father.

Recognizing the significance of his role as a father and wanting to affirm your respect for this vital part of his life, you planned an outing that would comfortably include his son, Jack. The idea was simple yet thoughtful--a paint day at a local studio, a space vibrant with color and creativity, perfect for Jack, whose love for painting Hotch had mentioned in passing.

When you shared the plan with Hotch, his response was unexpectedly moving. His eyes, usually guarded and holding the weight of his responsibilities, softened remarkably. "This is really thoughtful of you," he said, his voice tinged with a sincerity that resonated deeply within you. "Jack will love this, and honestly, it means a lot to me too."

As you entered the studio, the warmth inside was a stark contrast to the chill outside. The walls were adorned with splashes of color and shelves lined with ceramics and canvases added to the eclectic charm. Jack's excitement was infectious; his energy seemed to fill the room as he dashed about, choosing his materials with serious cconsideration

You picked a mug to paint, selecting colors with a playful eye, while Hotch chose a plate, his attempts at painting it more comical than artistic.

"You might stick to profiling, Hotchner," you teased gently, watching him struggle with a paintbrush.

Hotch looked up, amusement flickering across his face. "I think you might be right," he conceded, and even Jack chimed in with a giggle, enjoying the sight of his dad out of his usual element.

Jack, inspired by the day's activities, decided to paint a canvas depicting the three of you playing soccer--a scene from his imagination that warmed your heart. It was touching to see how he included you in his artwork, a sign that he was accepting you into their little world.

Throughout the day, the chemistry between you and Hotch was more apparent than ever. Every shared smile, every light touch while passing paint jars, seemed to underline the deepening connection. It was clear that something more was there, something neither of you had fully acknowledged yet. There was a comfort and ease between you, a natural fit that felt like it could seamlessly extend beyond these shared moments into something lasting.

As the day wound down, you looked at your finished mug, Hotch’s humorously bad plate, and Jack’s heartfelt canvas. There was a profound sense of accomplishment and happiness. Jack’s energy never waned, and his chatter about where he would hang his painting in his room filled the space with joy.

Driving back, the car was filled with a comfortable silence before Hotch finally spoke, his voice laden with emotion. "Today was perfect," he said sincerely. "Thank you for setting this up. It's...it's not often we get to do something so normal, so fun."

"It was my pleasure, really," you responded, your voice soft, conveying the genuine joy you felt. "I loved every minute of it, Hotch. Seeing you and Jack like this, it’s...it's wonderful."

Hotch glanced over, his expression thoughtful, the setting sun casting shadows that played across his features. "It's new for me," he confessed, "letting someone into our world this way. But it feels right...with you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the weight of them carrying a promise of something deeper, something that was slowly taking shape between you. "I'm glad," you murmured, reaching over to squeeze his hand briefly, an affirmation of the bond forming among the three of you.

The drive back was quiet but filled with an unspoken acknowledgment of the budding relationship that was no longer just a possibility but a burgeoning reality. As you watched the scenery blur by, you realized that this day hadn’t just been about painting or playing--it was a canvas for what was to come, a beautifully unfolding story that you were all painting together.

V. 

Navigating the intricacies of your evolving relationship with Hotch had been like reading a novel written in a familiar yet indecipherable script. 

You weren't someone who needed everything spelled out,who required every emotion or intention to be neatly labeled like items in a catalog.

However, as your interactions deepened--marked by those unmistakably boyfriend-like gestures, from the way he'd casually touch your back guiding you through a doorway, to how he'd drop a coffee on your desk exactly the way you liked it--questions began to surface in your mind.

What exactly were you to each other?

Sure, he acted like your boyfriend, did things that a boyfriend would do. 

There were those long drives from crime scenes where you'd debrief not just on the case but about life, hopes, fears. 

He was there, always somehow there, in ways that mattered. But without the explicit affirmation, a tiny part of you lingered in doubt. It wasn't that you thought he might be seeing other people--Hotch barely had time to eat properly, let alone date multiple people. But clarity was something you craved, even as you thrived in the gray areas of life.

Deciding to address these swirling thoughts directly, you leveraged your day off--an all-too-rare occurrence that felt like the universe’s nod to take action. With your usual blend of brightness and empathy, you picked up your phone and dialed Hotch’s number. 

The call was quick; the invitation straightforward but imbued with all the significance of stepping into new, uncharted territory.

"Hi, Hotch, it’s me," you began, your voice carrying a cheerful lilt that belied the butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach. "I was thinking, since we both actually have a free evening, maybe we could go out for dinner? I’ve made reservations at that new place we’ve both been curious about. If you’re up for it?"

There was a brief pause, and for a second, you wondered if you’d stepped over an unseen line. But then his response came, warm and unmistakably pleased. "That sounds great, I’d love to. What time should I pick you up?"

The simplicity of his acceptance, the ease with which he stepped into the space you’d opened, lifted a weight off your shoulders you hadn’t fully realized you'd been carrying. 

As you hung up, a smile played on your lips, mirrored by a warmth that spread through your chest. This dinner would be different; it wasn't just about enjoying good food or making casual conversation. It was about defining what was between you, about giving shape to the connection that had grown, subtly but significantly, over the countless shared moments.

That evening, as you prepared for the date, every choice--from the dress you wore to the perfume you dabbed behind your ears--felt imbued with intention. Meeting him outside your place, you noticed the effort he’d put into his appearance as well. Gone was the standard FBI suit, replaced by something softer, yet equally compelling. His smile when he saw you was enough to set your heart racing.

From the moment he opened the car door for you, everything felt right--effortlessly falling into a pattern that seemed to have existed for years, not just the recent weeks of growing closeness. The conversation flowed freely as you drove to the restaurant, filled with the usual banter and warmth that had become a hallmark of your interactions.

At the restaurant, your dynamic was unmistakably couple-like, drawing knowing smiles from the servers as you laughed and shared food across the table. It was remarkably natural, the ease between you, as if all your prior interactions had been rehearsals for this very moment.

Midway through the meal, buoyed by the comfort that had defined the evening, you decided to address the ambiguity that had lightly clouded your relationship. "Hotch, I’ve been wondering," you started, your voice soft but direct, "what exactly is this for us? I mean, we’ve been spending so much time together, and it feels like…well, like we’re a couple. But we’ve never really talked about it."

Hotch paused, a forkful of dinner halfway to his mouth, and his expression shifted to one of mild embarrassment. Setting his utensil down, he met your gaze; his cheeks tinged with a rare flush. 

"I...I’m sorry; I suppose I should have brought it up," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of chagrin. "I’m not very experienced with how this is supposed to go. Things have been going so well, I didn’t think to...well, make it official or ask properly. You know, the whole…dating protocol."

You reached across the table, covering his hand with yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "Hotch, I don’t need any grand gestures or formal declarations," you said warmly. "But I think some clarity would be helpful, just…so we’re on the same page. Clarity is comforting, especially with something as important as this."

Hotch smiled a genuine, relieved smile. "Then let’s be clear: I’d like nothing more than to be considered your boyfriend if you feel the same way.” He paused, his eyes locking with yours, "How about you let me take you on a real first date after tonight? And I promise, it won’t be like the casual outings we’ve had before."

"You mean all those times we grabbed a coffee or had those long drives weren’t dates?" you teased,your voice light, trying to ease the intensity of the moment.

"They were...unofficial dates. Practice, if you will," Hotch replied with a laugh. "But from now on, I promise, nothing but the real thing."

The promise of a 'proper' date, laden with Hotch’s earnest intentions, filled you with a delightful anticipation. It wasn’t just the thrill of formalizing your relationship but the realization that you were both navigating this new terrain together, equally invested and open.

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As the evening approached, the flutter of anticipation was palpable. You had been on dates before, but the buildup to this particular outing with Hotch had an entirely different tenor. 

His promise of a "real first date" had left you curious and, admittedly, a bit exhilarated. Despite his claim of being rusty, the effort he put into planning the evening suggested otherwise.

Hotch arrived right on time, looking every bit the part of a gentleman set to impress. His usual dark, work-appropriate suits were replaced by a tailored charcoal blazer that complemented his stern features, softened tonight by the hint of a smile as he greeted you. 

As Hotch presented you with the bouquet of lilies and wildflowers, their scent subtly mingling with the evening air, it was the perfect prelude to an evening that promised to be anything but ordinary. 

His eyes held a gleam of anticipation as he asked, "Ready for an adventure?" His voice was light, but beneath it, you could detect a current of genuine excitement--a hint that tonight was about more than just dinner.

The drive led you away from the familiar lights of the city to a more secluded bistro overlooking the water, known for its privacy and exquisite views. The table was set in a quiet corner of the terrace, draped in soft white linen and lit by a single, flickering candle that cast a warm glow over the setting. The backdrop of the slowly setting sun, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, made the scene almost too picturesque to be real.

Throughout dinner, Hotch was both attentive and charming, effortlessly leading the conversation through laughter and deeper, more introspective topics. 

"I’ve been out of the game for a long time," he admitted as you both looked over the bay, "but I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate everything you do, not just for me, but for Jack as well." His words warmed you more than the evening air. "You see me in ways I didn't realize were visible," he continued, his gaze holding yours. "The way you care for those around you, especially Jack and I, it’s more than just empathy--it's genuine love."

Your hands touched as you both reached for your wine glasses, a spark of connection in the simple gesture. “I see the same in you, Hotch. The way you balance everything, yet still manage to make us feel...important,” you replied, your voice soft but clear over the gentle lapping of the water below.

Dinner unfolded beautifully, each course a delight not just to the palate but as a discovery of shared tastes and preferences. With each dish, you learned something new about each other--preferences hidden beneath daily routines, stories from the past that had shaped your tastes.

As you shared a dessert, Hotch pointed at your plate with his fork. "Are you sure you’re ready to share that? It looks too good to split fifty-fifty."

You eyed the last piece of chocolate mousse, then back at him with a playful challenge in your eyes. "Maybe I’ll reconsider based on your performance review of this date."

Hotch leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "In that case, I’d better ensure the evening ends on a high note." His light-hearted tone matched the sparkle in his gaze, making the simple act of sharing dessert feel like flirtatious banter.

As you walked along the port after dinner, the moon casting shimmering trails across the water, Hotch nudged you gently with his elbow. "So, do I get bonus points for choosing a place with a view?"

"Maybe just a few," you conceded, nudging him back. "But only because you seem to know the way to my heart--through scenic views and excellent food."

The laughter that followed was easy and genuine, drifting into the night air and mixing with the rhythmic sounds of the waves. "You know, I think I’m getting the hang of this dating thing again," Hotch said, a note of mock pride in his voice.

"Just keep up with me, Hotch. I have high standards for second dates, remember?" you teased, your smile reflecting the joy of the evening.

Hotch's laugh echoed softly in the quiet night. "Is that a challenge?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"It might just be," you replied, matching his tone. "I’m curious to see what you’ll come up with next.

The night ended with a promise of more to come, not just another date, but more moments like these--shared, special, and sincere.

As Hotch drove you home, you were indeed head over heels, not just for the man who had meticulously planned this perfect first date, but for the one who had shown you his heart, beautifully open and invitingly warm. It was clear that whatever lay ahead, it would be a journey worth taking, together.

[th3cadav3r]

NSFW JayVik Headcanons

content: mlm ship(could be m4m, m4tm, or tm4tm), penetrative sex, semi-public sex, mention of breeding kink, praise kink

author’s note: Sorry I’ve been gone for like a week, I’ve been recovering from a cold. I’m working on a much longer JayVik fic that someone requested so I figured that I’d just drop this simple little list of headcanons in the meantime. Enjoy!

Jayce’s favourite position when he’s topping is cowgirl. He always either places a pillow underneath Viktor’s bad leg or just holds it up gently for extra support. He also loves holding Vik’s tiny waist with his huge hands because it’s the hottest thing ever

His favourite position while bottoming is missionary. He loooves looking at his lover while he gets pounded like there’s no tomorrow

Viktor’s favourite position when he’s topping is doggy style, specifically him standing up while Jayce is bending over something(desk, bed, etc)

His favourite position when he bottoms is spooning. It puts no pressure on his bad leg plus this allows Jayce to moan and say FILTHY things in his ear

Speaking of Jayce saying filthy things, he will without a doubt say the most dirty things that come to mind and regret it immediately after the whole ordeal. It doesn’t help that Vik usually teases him about it

“What was it you said you’d do to me last night? ‘Breed me like a bitch in heat,’is that correct?”

“OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU REMIND ME”

Viktor on the other hand has nothing to regret because any filth that comes out of his mouth is always in Czech and he refuses to translate when Jayce asks what he said

Jayce moans really loud. He just can’t help it. Oftentimes Viktor will have no choice but to cover his mouth with his hand or make him bite down on something just to shut him up, especially when they’re fucking in the lab

Viktor on the other hand took a while to finally become comfortable with making noise. He used to stifle any noise that threatened to escape him, but nowadays he doesn’t mind letting Jayce know just how good he’s making him feel by way of whining and groaning

They were both already very familiar with each other’s bodies before their first time due to the many anatomical and biological studies that they’ve done on one another

During their first few times together, Jayce pretty much treated Viktor like he was made out of porcelain. He constantly checked in on him, asking if his leg was okay and if anything hurt etc. While it was very flattering that he was being so considerate, Viktor got a little tired of constantly having to reassure Jayce that he was fine. They talked about it afterwards and luckily Jayce is a quick learner so it wasn’t much of a problem

Sex is usually spontaneous. One second they’re going over equations and the next second one of them is bent over the desk with their ass high in the air

They’ve almost gotten caught several times by Heimerdinger and several others but does that stop them? Nope not at all

Jayce is a lot more focused on Viktor’s pleasure than his own. He’ll make sure that he cums at least three times before he finally allows himself to

It takes a lot for Viktor to cum. The only sensation that has been consistent in his life is intense pain—lots of effort has to be put in to make him feel something stronger than that. Luckily, Jayce knows him like the back of his palm—he knows how to make him feel pleasure that overrides the pain

They both definitely got emotional after their first time. It was nothing like either of them had ever experienced before, so they spent a good half an hour just holding each other afterwards

Jayce has really sensitive nipples. This is was discovered by accident, but now Viktor takes full advantage of this almost every time they get intimate

Jayce is an absolute sucker for praise. All Viktor has to do is pat his head or call him a good boy and he’ll get in the mood instantly

Aftercare is usually very light because Viktor falls asleep right after. But in the rare case that they’re both wide awake, they’ll just start building stuff together while still being completely nude

[saguette]

Mini info dump about Johnnys childhood but i imagine him having a distant connection with his family but not for any truly negative reasons or tension. One of the main reasons being because they had a language barrier, with Johnny not being able to speak spanish and his parents knowing limited english. Johnny wasn't bothered by their lack of interaction outside of basic parental behavior, if anything he appreciated the relationship being just child and parent with nothing extra. When he got older they just drifted apart naturally and he eventually moved far away for no particular reason relating to them. other stuff. his elaborate way of speech wouldn't have made it easy for him to have a heart to heart conversation with his family anyway if he wanted to. He has always gravitated towards explaining his feelings in some overdramatic vague-yet-detailed way, maybe to cushion some of the serious elements he spoke about and prevent it from coming off as too strong or awkward, or because he himself didn't fully understand what he was feeling and saying "I'm sad" really just is an understatement. i imagine its a heavy mix of both ontop of that don't think he would've festered some angsty teenage hatred "i couldn't talk about my feewings!" for them or anything, maybe now in therapy he could complain about that but he honestly doesn't see a problem. infact, as a teenager he was pretty a happy one and didn't really need to often confide in someone (*difference between how he normally acts and genuinely trying to talk about his frustrations) -and when he DID it wasn't life or death at stake or anything, he would just go be angsty and ramble to one of his "friends" at the time. i have to stick friends in quotations because i think Johnny would undermine them more as "people i hung out with sometimes" the eric stuff is. something in my head idk. i have way more JTHM art but this is all you get sorry smiles a bit

[possessable]

Hi guys remember that elaborate Captain Underpants And The Insidious Incident of the Infectious Inside Joke fanfic idea i had but never actually wrote ? Here's the Entire summary/rough planning document in case you wanted to know how it actually went (warning it is the entire thing under the readmore so it's Long):

George and Harold take note that the students of Jerome Horwitz Elementary seem a little bit off today. They're all smiling and giggling about something, though about what exactly is indiscernible—not to mention The Glowing Yellow Eyes. Oh well, surely it's nothing Captain Underpants can't deal with!

(It's something Captain Underpants can't deal with.)

(Maybe someone else can?)

Over the weekend, George and Harold are hanging out in the treehouse, staying up late trying to plan out a Captain Underpants Theme Song(TM) (It's the Weird Al one, they're the ones who came up with it in universe for this fanfic I guess)

eventually when it gets to be too late they go home and say they'll keep planning it tomorrow, Sunday.

Alas, Tomorrow Comes and it is /not/ Sunday, It's Monday -- Both of the boys lost track of time and forgot that it was Actually The end of the weekend. Both of them accidentally slept in, and are Late For School. They end up rushing to get there so fast that they don't notice something is Slightly Off about the passerbys of the city streets…passerbyes? how do you pluralize "passerby"-- I mean that A Bunch Of people are weird and have glowing yellow eyes and big smiles and George and Harold don't notice.

("why are they rushing they don't seem like the type to be concerned about being late" it's funny sorry)

Point is, they get to school and everyone there is Slightly Off too, who would've guessed? The students are smiling and a lot of them are formed into weird little huddled groups whispering to each other and laughing And Also They Have Glowing Yellow eyes. George and harold do, in fact, think this is a little bit strange, but probably don't take as much note of it as they should.

George: Why is everyone so happy? Harold: Maybe they read our comic and thought it was really funny. George: We didn't /make/ a new comic, we were busy trying to figure out that theme song. Harold: Oh, yeah. uhhh. They're still laughing at one of our older ones, maybe? George: You might be giving us too much credit Harold: We can never have too much credit. George: Hmm. yeah, that's true.

They eventually gotta go to their separate classes and they're like

Harold: Oh, we were so preoccupied that we didn't even come up with any big pranks to do… George: I've always got some quick backups! [pulls out a whoopee cushion for himself] Might not be the most elaborate, but it's a classic. [he takes out…another prank item, i don't know i haven't figured it out, and tosses it to harold.] Harold: [nodding] Classic.

So they part ways and go to their classes.

Cut to George's class, the other students are weirdly well behaved, sitting still and staring straight forward with the same smile plastered on their faces. George looks around, a little confused at their cheerful dispositions, but the teacher Ms. Ribble still seems to be normal and blah-blah-blah-ing boringly about Whatever Subject.

George decides to put his simple prank plan into action and tosses the whoopee cushion onto her chair as she's sitting down. She sits on it, it makes the Funny Fart Sound, she gets annoyed--but none of the other students laugh or react whatsoever. They continue their blank-smiled stares.

Ms. Ribble simply removes the whoopee cushion from her chair with an irritated look on her face and continues teaching. George is baffled.

(During that whole scene it's intermittently cutting to Harold's class, where The Same Thing Happens with his prank attempt. He is /also/ baffled.)

Anyway, at the end of their classes, the students file out of the door in a neat line (except for george and harold who kind of just walk past everyone else confusedly. as George leaves--in the background, one of the smiling students approaches Ms.Ribble. She looks at them indignantly like "what do you want" but then the student grabs her by the arm and yanks her down so they're face to face, about to Do Something--George doesn't notice at all and leaves before the interaction is completed.)

Point is, George and Harold meet up again in the hallway, and both of them Immediately ask -

George and Harold, simultaneously: What was THAT??? Harold: Nobody even -- George: There wasn't even a /single/ sensible chuckle at the whoopee cushion! How can you not chuckle at a whoopee cushion!? Harold: That's what I was about to say!!!! Nobody reacted at ALL! George: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Harold: Something weird is going on! george [at the same time]: Something weird is going on…

They walk down the hallway for a bit longer, this time taking more note of the weird huddled groups of whispering students. They grow More Concerned.

Then Melvin walks up to them.

Melvin: Do you two know what's going on with everyone today? It is /very/ annoying. Did you put out another one of your juvenile comics? George: Actually, no. We're with you on this one, we have no idea what's so funny. Melvin: Hm. Whatever… I have calculus notes to study…[walks off to go to his locker] Harold: ?????? Calculus????

Melvin tries to get to his locker, but there's one of those weird huddles of kids (three kids, probably) in front of it. He tries to push past them and utterly fails.

Melvin: Uh. Hello? You're standing in front of my locker. [The children ignore him and continue whispering and laughing to themselves.] Melvin: /What/ are you /giggling/ at? The Children, all in unison: We learned a really funny joke. Melvin: …Right. Can you-- The Children: Do you want to know what it is? Melvin: If the explanation for your joke requires a lead-in /asking me/ if i want to know the joke, then it's probably too long of an explanation! I don't have time for this… [starts walking off] I can--

As Melvin tries to leave, one of the kids grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. He protests, obviously, but another one of the kids leans in and whispers something in his ear, then giggles. Melvin looks confused at first, and then his face shifts and he starts smiling like the other kids are. He laughs , and with a little blinks, acquires The Glowing Yellow eyes.

George and harold have been watching this entire interaction from the sidelines and are now Obviously concerned. Melvin notices them and approaches, like "They were right, the joke IS really funny :-) I think you two would like it, do you want to know what it is?"

George and harold Do Not. They run away.

As they're running in panic, they discuss how something is DEFINITELY wrong -- maybe before it could be denied, but melvin Would Not Say That. Also, some of the kids notice them and start chasing after them. They get to the front of the school and they're about to run out the doors, but Krupp walks up and stops them, crossing his arms.

Krupp: What do you two think you're doing? George: Principle Krupp! There's-- Krupp: You two show up late for school, run around in the halls which is /absolutely/ against the rules-- Harold: [gesturing to the weird kids] Mister Krupp, there's a-- Krupp: Don't interrupt me--and now you're trying to /leave/ entirely? Not on my watch! You two, my office, n-- George: [snaps]

Obviously Captain tries to do that thing where he rips off all of his clothes and yells his Mighty Battle Cry but George and Harold stop him like "No, hold on, you'll draw too much attention to us" and usher him out the door. They run back to the tree house.

In the treehouse, Captain switches back into his usual (lack of) clothes.

Captain: What's the situation, sidekicks? George: There's some sort of weird…happy humorous hivemind… Captain: Humorous happy hivemind, huh? Harold: Some sort of insidious incident of an infectious inside joke… George: Title drop Captain: What? Harold: [nodding] Title drop Captain: Hm! Well, I don't know what that means but all-in-all i appreciate the awesome act of alliteration.

So they explain in more detail what they're talking about, and decide they need to go out and try to find The Source of this weird hivemind plague and put A STOP to it!

Before heading out, they decide to stock up on supplies and Weapons for Self Defense… They look around the treehouse. George finds a slingshot and decides that's good enough. Harold is like "I swear I had something good around here, a nerf gun or something…" but can't find it. Captain helps look around and at first finds the plans for the theme song and he's like "Oh this is great :-D" but now is not the time for that of course . he finds a SuperSoaker instead and picks it up, pointing it directly to his face

captain: Ooh, what's this, a watergun? harold: DON'T POINT THAT AT YOUR-- captain: Kidding, kidding! [hands it to Harold] I learned to stop doing that after the first 15 times. george: 16 captain: Yes!

with that , They head out.

The people on the streets are, in fact, all weird and infeccted as well. Captain is briefly like "Hey what's the problem with this hivemind if it's making people happy that doesn't seem too bad -- [one of the infected tries to grab him violently by the arm] Nevermind that's weird [he punches them away]"

They try to figure out what could've possibly caused Whatever Is Going On, standing in an area with no infected to try and think. While the boys are trying to figure that out, captain goes "Well, atleast we can look at this lovely sunset while we wait."

The boys go "What ??? Captain it's the middle of the day, there's no sunset--" and then look to see what he's talking about and notice that part of the sky is, in fact, being tinted weird shades of orange and yellow by this ominously silhouetted glowing thing on top of a tall building.

It's a meteor. There's a giant glowing meteor that landed on top of a building in the city, particularly a building that boasts the city's Moderately Large Spaghetti Bowl Monument, a large empty metal spaghetti bowl + fork statue. It landed inside of the bowl, obviously, fitting perfectly and causing little structural damage to the rest of the building.

They decide to check it out. Captain flies them all over there, temporarily leaving the boys nearby on the ground below while he heads up to go confront The Meteor.

He flies up to it, inspects it closely, determines it to be Just A Weird Rock that doesn't hold any immediate threat to him, and turns away to give a little speech, "Worry not, citizens of this marvelous metropolis! This strange glowing rock stands no chance against the great warrior of waistbands!"

He turns back to notice that the meteor is glowing even brighter and making a weird charge-up sound, and does not process it in time to dodge when it shoots a giant laser beam at his face.

He falls to the ground, making a giant crater when he impacts the floor. George and harold shout "No!" and run up to check on him. he has little scrapes on his face from having fallen into the ground so hard.

so follows this one comic:

So they run away, of course--and Captain pursues them, of course.

So now they're running through the streets fighting off regular infected with their shoddy weapons [Watergun and Slingshot] while also trying to evade Captain, who is More Dangerous because he Has Superpowers. He starts trying to attack them by doing the underwear slingshot thing at them

Harold: No! I never thought the unlimited underwear ability would be used against us! George: What about the super strength and flight and stuff? Harold: I know, but the unlimited underwear thing is just so much more personal… George: [sighing sadly] Yeah, it is…

After a while of running, they end up cornering themselves in an alleyway, because that always happens in situations like these.

They try to figure out what to do, because they can't imagine their dinky little kids toy weapons would do anything against Captain, but they don't have much time to think because George gets Threateningly Grabbed By The Collar Of His Shirt and Lifted By The Infected Hero.

Harold panics and finally just shoots Captain in the face with the supersoaker.

He drops George, shutting his eyes while he shakes the water out of his face with a "Aughrublblsgjblrbh!" noise--and when he opens them again, the yellow glow is gone. And Also He is Very Angry and Confused looking.

Krupp: WBHUH. WHAT. [looks at Lack Of Clothes] Not this again! George, Harold, WHY am I--!?? [he looks at the boys for 5 seconds to see that they look genuinely afraid and panicked. He quiets down from his yelling, now too preoccupied Being Slightly Concerned to feel angry] Krupp: Why are you… [looks around for a little bit more and then notices the scrapes on his face] Why is my face-- George: Wait, Krupp isn't infected! Harold: [gasp] You're right! Krupp: What? [Harold grabs Krupp by the arm and start running out of the alleyway] Harold: We're going to the treehouse, now! Krupp: [now angry again] WHAT? CAN I AT LEAST FIND MY CLOTHES FIRST!? George: They're at the treehouse. Krupp: THEY'RE AT THE--!?? Of course they're at the treehouse, why wouldn't they be at the treehouse?

Cut to the treehouse.

Krupp angrily puts on his clothes and his toupee.

Krupp: You boys…have a /lot/ of explaining to do. [long uncomfortable silence] George: …I'm gonna try something first Krupp: What do you mean /try somethi/-- [George snaps at Krupp. This brings back the glowing yellow eyes and empty smile on Captain's face, and he immediately lunges at george to try and attack him again. Harold shoots him with the supersoaker.] George: sorry i wanted to see if captain was back to normal yet Krupp: AUAGABLBHRGHBL [shakes head] What /is/ that!? Stop doing that! George: Okay, okay! explaining now!

The boys explain the whole "there's a weird hivemind thing going on (We had nothing to do with it this time we swear), and everyone in the school got infected, and everyone on the streets is infected, and YOU got infected too--but we…splashed you with water…which snapped you out of it, and, uhh, uhhhh"

They neglect to mention Captain.

Krupp stares at them skeptically.

They decide to tack on "Also, you have superpowers…?"

/That/ gets Krupp to react--He goes "WHAT? That is ridiculous! This is another one of your guys' stupid pranks there's--" starts laughing incredulously "I DO NOT Have--" he immediately stops laughing "….what type of superpowers"

george and harold very casually list off some of them like "oh yeah uh, flight. super strength, super resilience, uhh"

krupp stares at the floor like "…i guess that would…explain that one time when…[cut to flashback of him accidentally levitating to get something off of a high shelf and then only noticing 5 seconds later] …and the…. that other time when [cut to flashback of him getting frustrated and slamming his head on his desk only to break the entire thing in half]"

george and harold look at him, saying "i bet he's having a sequence of comedic but also revelatory flashbacks right now"

Anyway, while Krupp is having a small crisis, The Boys huddle and talk to each other.

Harold: How are we gonna get out of this one? George: "This one" as in Krupp knowing about the super powers or "This one" as in the alien meteor plague? Harold: Both! George: Hmm. Look, I hate to say this, but I think with a situation as widespread as this, we may need… Harold: No… George: We need Good, Responsible adults on our team! Harold: UGH George: And with Captain out of commission, we just have "responsible!" [gestures to Krupp] Harold: I guess you're right…but who else even is there? It's not like any of the staff at the school would help us! george: [thinking] george: except for… Harold: Oh, right! Harold: [turns back to Krupp] You stay here, we gotta get someone Krupp: [preoccupied looking at a figurine of captain underpants]

To make a long story short, they go to the school cafeteria to get Edith.

they explain "EDITH! THere's a weird alien hivemind thing and and-and the. WE NEED HELP!!"

and edith really doesn't question it too hard before taking out a cast iron pan from Somewhere like "Okay i'll help you guys"

and then the boys are like "Wh. W. No you can't use a cast iron pan these -- that's like, an actual--that will concuss people"

edith proceeds to go "OH right right sorry so sorry" and takes out a stainless steel pan instead because it's a bit lighter. george and harold obviously object to this as well before edith chooses an actually acceptable kitchen weapon [fire extinguisher maybe? she picks it up and the boys are like "NO THAT WILL ALSO CONCUSS PEOPLE" but then she demonstrates that she's gonna use it by spraying the fire extinguisher and not by using it as a blunt force weapon and they're like "okay yeah that's fine whatever"]

The boys get back to the treehouse and climb inside.

Krupp: Oh, you're back. [putting down the paper with the captain underpants theme song planning on it, which he was holding for some reason] This place is an absolute /pig-sty/ by the way! Why does it smell like grape soda in here? You should-- edith: [climbs inside of the treehouse as well] Krupp: [immediately shuts up] Heyyyy Edithhhh [charasmatically leans against something and rests his head on his palm] edith: Benjamin Krupp [charasmatically Snaps And Does Fingerguns]

captain immediately tries to lunge at george and harold again but they shoot him with the supersoaker [they're not even scared this time they're just unamused] and they look at edith like "DO NOT snap at him." edith is like "Right right sorry I forgot." Krupp is confused.

The boys start explaining and planning like

Harold: Okay. We have to get to the meteor's building--and it /will/ be a dangerous journey. Since Krupp can't fly us there like Captain would've-- krupp: what? harold: --we've planned out an entire route by foot, each step we take will be meticulously calculated to avoid dangerous encounters and [insert overly planned and overly dramatic route drawn on a paper map of the city, insert the boys mentioning] … if we get into trouble edith can take one for the team and lure the infected away for us-- krupp: What!?? edith: [nods agreeably] harold: --because she's definitely smart and could survive on her own Krupp: AND I COULDN'T???

eventually after way too much explanation of their elaborate plan Krupp finally interrupts [almost snaps to get their attention but refrains and waves his hands/claps instead] to say "Guys. hey. Hey listen to me."

and the boys are like "What?"

and Krupp is like "I Have a car"

To make a long story short, they drive to the meteor building and go inside so they can get to the roof. In the building there are More Infected--with each level they go up the infected get More Aggressive due to their proximity to the meteor. Shenanigans ensue, montage of them fighting off the infected with their ridiculous weapons [supersoaker, slingshot, fire extinguisher, krupp doesn't even have a weapon he's just there] and also with each floor they're trying to get Krupp to figure out how to use his powers. He's doing an Okay Job at figuring them out but not A Great Job.

Also, the entire time the boys keep humming/singing the captain underpants theme song and krupp is like "Can you stop doing that it's annoying"

Anyway, eventually on one of the higher floors the windows are broken for some reason-- edith gets into A Scuffle with an infected person and uhh. gets shoved out of one of the windows. Krupp tries to grab her but fails, so she falls out of the building. Naturally, Krupp jumps out after her without the slightest bit of hesitation.

This concerns the boys greatly because to them it looks like the two adults on their team just died.

Obviously they /don't/ die, though. Krupp , falling, reaches out for edith , managing to grab her and finally figure out how to intentionally use his flight powers for the first time . He flies back up to the floor that George and Harold are at, holding edith in a bridal style carry with both of them looking utterly baffled, and Harold is just like

(old art haha)

Anyway. now that he can fly they don't need to scale up the rest of the floors of the building, they just fly up to the roof of the building.

Also, krupp by this point has begun humming/singing the captain underpants theme song to himself as well and george and harold are like "i thought you said it was annoying" and krupp begrudgingly admits "IT'S CATCHY."

Anyway, Meteor time!

I don't feel like typing the rest, it's just those two comics i made

Anyway, Yada yada yada, they have a confrontation and a fight ensues. George is like "Let everyone go from your weird hivemind thing!" and the following comic i made happens:

anyway. The Meteor then shoots another beam at george and actually hits him because Krupp was too distracted waiting for an answer to help him dodge this time (krupp: WAIT NO)

(harold: No! George! D-: Why does this keep happening it's just like the anti-humor beam from the first movie krupp: [from across the room] The first what? harold: Nothing)

anyway george is infected now. he stands up Slowly and Ominously and starts walking towards harold to infect him as well or something [meteor's not just using a beam again for The Drama] and harold is like "George! No! Uhh, uhh--" he panics and tries to think of something to do and just ends up singing the captain underpants theme song that they were coming up with the day before. George actually stops his approach and freezes for a second.

Meteor: [confused] What are you doing? krupp: [alarmed] What are you doing!? harold: I DONT KNOW I JUST THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP [continues badly singing]

Harold keeps singing and it does seem to stop/confuse george from going any further. edith also joins in. The meteor yells at them to shut up because the song is annoying. Harold is like "i think you mean it's Catchy :-)" and the meteor is like "No I do not."

Note to self. This would be a lot more dramatic in the actuual thing the summary document makes it sound stupid as hell but that's okay

extended period of silence before the meteor starts going "nananana captain underpants yeah yeah yeaaa" to itself and then it's like "GOD DAMN IT"

Anyway, point is, they all sing the themesong at it really loudly [krupp also joins in hesitantly] until the meteor goes "NO WHY IS YOUR MEMETIC COGNITOHAZARD MORE POWERFUL THAN MY MEMETIC COGNITOHAZARD!??" and gets annoyed/intimidated into Literally Growing Legs and walking away.

Conflict resolved! George is back to normal now. All is well. except george doesn''t seem super happy it seems like Seomething is on his mind still [thinking about the ethicality of Captain's existence]

They recoup at the treehouse again.

George starts guiltily explaining the entirety of the "we hypnotized you into being a superhero" thing to Krupp.

Krupp stares the entire time with an unreadable facial expression until George is done talking. There's an uncomfortable silence during which george and harold are expecting krupp to blow up at them.

eventually though krupp is just like "…wow. of course it was you. why wouldn't it been you?" in an oddly calm voice that sounds more relieved than angry

my explanation for why krupp isnt that mad by the end of the fic when he learns that george and harold did the hypno ring thing on him is because it takes place a relatively long time after the first movie [a year maybe? even over a year?] and during the first couple of months afterward he wasextremely mad and confused without an explanation but eventually resigned himself to just Not Having an explanation so now that he does have one he's just like "well. i should be absolutely furious but i already spent all of my furiousness now i'm just relieved to know not in a "im being nice and forgiving you on purpose" way more in a "i feel like i should be angry and i kind of want to be angry but im literally just not"

anyway, Another Awkward Silence Follows before george gingerly asks "uh…can we… see if captain is back to normal now?"

krupp is like "yeah whatever i've had enough of existing for today sure" and snaps at himself. Captain is, in fact, back to normal -- though he is also very confused and startled before george explains that they already saved the day and everything's good now.

uh, idk, Conclusion here?

The end!

EXTRAS:

i think i was gonna do a gag where edith is immune to the hivemind , which is because she is also an alien, but she just explains it to the gang as "oh i already have a distinct eye color of my own so i'm immune to it making my eyes yellow which means i'm also immune to the rest of it." this also means she was going to be shielding harold from the beam attacks by just like, standing in front of him and letting it hit her instead

i maybe was planning on putting a part sometime when they're ascending the building where the meteor talks directly to the gang through captain (possibly some music on the building's intercom/radio has snapping in it, whatevah) and then it monologues all mysterious and intimidating like "ohhh you are scaling my tower to have a direct confrontation with me? okay i won't stop you, but do you think --" and then edith is like "oh wait! i know you. (turns to the gang) i knew this meteor in college it sucked" and the meteor's just like "SHUT UP whatever nevermind i'm done monologuing just shoot the guy with the water again. see you at the top!"

the reason why captain is infected and krupp isn't is because it's a knowledge-based memetic infection. if you Know the joke you are Susceptible to the infection. however, due to The Memory Loss between the two, captain knows it and krupp does not. the beam attack is just the meteor beaming knowledge of the joke directly into someone's head without using a secondary proxy like someone verbally speaking/whispering it

the joke in question is cosmic and unknowable and incomprehensible to human-minds specifically, but for aliens it's the equivalent of a really basic/unfunny "why'd the chicken cross the road" style joke. at some point in the fic i think edith was gonna get grabbed and fakeout infected but after a Moment of Suspense, it's revealed to have absolutely no effect on her, and she just pipes up with "That joke's not even funny!" . this might have been what led up to her getting shoved out of the window because the infected resorted to more violent methods of getting her out of the way if she wasn't infectable

[elliecore4eva]

The Proposal

It happens on a quiet, golden evening.

The kind of evening where Jackson feels safe and warm, where the sun is dipping below the trees, painting everything in hues of amber and rose. The kind of evening where Ellie looks at you and thinks, Yeah. Now. Right now.

You’re both by the watchtower, your usual spot, sharing a flask of whiskey Ellie swiped from Joel’s stash. You’re laughing, the sound soft and familiar, as you tell her about how Maria caught Jesse sneaking extra rations for Dina.

Ellie isn’t listening. Not really.

She’s watching you.

The way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way you lean into her without thinking, the way your fingers brush against hers like they belong there. Like they always have.

Her heart is pounding, but her voice is steady when she speaks.

"Marry me."

It’s not a question.

You freeze mid-laugh, turning to face her fully. Blinking.

Ellie is already pulling something from her pocket—a simple silver band, a little dented, a little worn, but carefully polished. She found it months ago on patrol, kept it hidden, held onto it like a secret she wasn’t ready to share yet.

Until now.

You stare at it, then at her, then back at it.

Ellie gives you a nervous half-smile, thumb rubbing the ring absently. "Look, I—I know we’re young, and I know the world’s a mess, and I know I didn’t plan some big fancy thing with, like, candles and shit, but—" she exhales, voice turning softer, rougher. "—I do know one thing."

She takes your hand, pressing the ring into your palm.

"You’re it for me."

Your breath catches.

"I don’t care where we are, what happens next. If we got forever, or just one more day—" she swallows, eyes flickering with something raw, real. "—I wanna spend it being yours."

Silence.

A single, warm breeze rolls by. Somewhere in the distance, someone is playing the guitar on their porch.

Ellie watches you, holding her breath.

Then—

You launch yourself at her, knocking her back against the wooden railing, hands gripping her face as you kiss her, deep and breathless and sure.

Ellie laughs into it, arms winding tight around your waist, holding on like you might disappear.

When you finally pull back, eyes shining, you whisper—

"Took you long enough."

And Ellie? Ellie just grins like a fool, sliding the ring onto your finger as Jackson’s evening lights glow around you.

Certified Menace Mode Activated

You are absolutely unbearable about this engagement.

Like, obnoxious.

And you don’t care.

You are strutting through Jackson like a woman on a mission, hand in the air, fingers wiggling, making sure that every single person within a five-mile radius gets a good look at your ring.

"Oh, what’s that? Oh, sorry, did my ring blind you? My bad—IT’S JUST THAT BIG OF A DEAL!"

Ellie, two steps behind you, hands shoved in her pockets, looking like she wants the earth to swallow her whole, just mutters, "Jesus Christ."

Dina is crying-laughing at the whole thing. Jesse? Jesse is thriving.

"Damn, Ellie, I ain’t never seen you look so whipped."

"Shut up, Jesse."

"Whipped AND married. Couldn't be me."

"Jesse, I swear to god—"

And then you make it worse.

Because when you spot your dad?

You sprint toward him, grab his arm, and dramatically throw your newly adorned hand in his face.

"LOOK AT THIS SHIT, DAD! YOUR DAUGHTER-IN-LAW IS COMING HOME!"

Joel pauses. Takes a long, slow sip of his coffee. Exhales. Then turns his deadpan stare to Ellie.

"You sure about this, kid?"

Ellie—fully resigned to her fate—just sighs, shrugging. "She ain't wrong."

And then there’s Bill and Frank.

Bill, arms crossed, scowling. "You’re gonna be like this forever now, aren’t you?"

You grin, beaming. "Oh, absolutely."

Frank clasps his hands together, misty-eyed. "Ellie, sweetie, you did it. You gave her everything she wanted. Look how happy she is!"

Ellie, rubbing her face, grumbling: "Yeah, yeah, I know. I live with her."

And as you twirl around the town square, absolutely reveling in your victory, you hear Ellie behind you—grumbling, but fond, so goddamn fond.

"Fucking love that woman."

Ellie Gloating Back

It was only a matter of time before Ellie’s turn came around. The second you slipped that shiny ring onto her finger, the tables were set for the ultimate gloating showdown.

You had no idea what you had started when you dropped to one knee and made her your fiancée. Ellie had spent the entire night quietly watching you bask in your own sunshine, feeling your gleeful energy infect the room. But now, the spotlight had shifted to her, and let’s just say Ellie wasn’t going to let you have the last laugh.

As you casually adjusted the ring on your finger and skipped down the street, Ellie’s voice suddenly cut through the crowd, loud and obnoxious in a way you’d never heard before.

“LOOK AT THIS, EVERYONE!" she yelled, holding up her hand like she was conducting an orchestra. "LOOK AT MY RING!" she shouted, letting the sunlight hit the stones just right, making them practically glow. People stopped what they were doing, and the town of Jackson was treated to Ellie Williams’ own version of a victory dance.

Her voice cracked with playful drama as she showed off her hand. "Look at this gorgeous piece of jewelry. MY FIANCÉE is a keeper! Can you believe it?"

You turned to her, your eyes wide as she pushed the ring in everyone’s face. There was a cheeky smile plastered across her face, and her voice only got louder as she strutted through the town.

“You’re just jealous, aren’t you?” Ellie teased to anyone who would listen. She turned to Joel, laughing as she showed off her bling. “Yeah, I know. She chose ME. I’m lucky. No one’s gonna be able to top this!”

Joel just shook his head, rubbing his temples, already anticipating the next chapter of this debacle. "You're a pain, Ellie." But there was a twinkle in his eyes.

Dina leaned over to Jesse, watching Ellie, and whispered, “She’s gonna be insufferable about this for at least a week.”

Jesse just laughed. “She’s gonna wear that ring like a crown.”

Ellie walked right up to you, swinging her hand dramatically like she was showing off a trophy. She was like a kid in a candy store, finally getting her moment to shine. “That’s right, baby,” Ellie said with that signature smirk of hers, kissing you on the cheek. “I’m the luckiest person in Jackson. Ain’t no one better than me.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing at her antics. She was as bold and obnoxious as you—and you loved it.

But Ellie wasn’t done. She turned to Bill and Frank, who had been standing a little ways off, watching the spectacle unfold. "You two seeing this? MY fiancée just picked ME. Like, who else could do that?" she said with a smirk, her voice full of pride.

Bill, looking utterly unimpressed, gave her a raised brow. “Careful, kid. You're gonna have the whole town talking if you keep that up."

Ellie shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Let them talk.” She paused, then added with all the cocky confidence in the world, “My fiancée put a ring on it. Ain’t nobody gonna top this.”

Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “This is gonna be fun to watch.”

Ellie winked at him, still holding her hand high, flashing her ring to everyone she passed. She couldn’t help herself. It was one thing to see you be a walking ball of sunshine. But now that she had the ring—the ring you gave her— she was gonna make sure every single person in Jackson knew it.

As the two of you walked down the street, you couldn't help but laugh at Ellie, who was literally strutting around like she had won the lottery. But in her eyes, she had. She was the one you chose, and that was worth gloating about, for sure.

“I’m gonna wear this forever.” Ellie mumbled to you, grinning widely.

You nodded, still in awe of the woman you were marrying.

"Yes, my love"

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[beef-brisket]

Adam smirked and folded his arms, looked down at the note. Sure, there were no prints. Something most detectives would call a deadend, but Adam felt otherwise.

Adam: Stupid bastard thinks he's playing me. Toying with me by leaving this for me- in the evidence box we made- he did it in this office. I. This building. And, he's just confirmed my suspicions.

Lucifer... wasn't expecting this reaction, but them again he should be used to that with Adam. Expect the unexpected.

Lucifer: Oh? What suspicion?

Adam: He's a cop. Or works in the offices, reception- security. Something. But, either way, he works here. At the fbi office. He has access to police files and computer documents. Everything he needs to hunt down his victims, he has access to. And him messing with my box just proves that he knows I'm onto him. He pulled a stun today at a new crime scene. He wrote my name in a heart. He thinks he's got the best of me. But he doesn't. Not by a long shot.

Lucifer was very impressed. But then again, he wasn't really hiding that fact, especially not after today.

Lucifer: Hm, well now. That's quite a piece of evidence you've found, Adam. I'm impressed.

Adam beamed: Thank you, sir.

Lucifer: ...Though, I am curious. You're the only detective to really... give this case some extra thought. The only detective to... bother, for lack of a better word. Why-? If you don't mind me asking.

Adam was silent for a moment, staring down at the note.

Adam: ...When I was fifteen, my parents were killed. Someone broke in- my mom told me to hide. I... I could hear... what he was doing to them. Their screams. The sounds of... whatever he was doing to their bodies. I can still hear it, sometimes. When I sleep, I often wake up in that hallway cupboard. Reliving everything.

Lucifer: ...Your... parents...?

Adam released a breath: I-I found them- their chests cut open, their hearts-... you get the picture... at first, the cops thought it was me. I had crime books and nearly every piece of literature on the law and serial killers. They thought I was a copycat. But when I got evaluated... the therapist said I was extremely traumatised. Only when they compared the crime scenes, they let me go...

Adam rubbed his face. He fucking hated remembering his past: I-I'm determined to bring the Devil down. Just because he's killing criminals, doesn't make him better than them. It puts him on the same level. He's a criminal. A murderer. A serial killer- a sick freak. He needs to be taken down. Brought to justice. What he's doing is taking the law into his own hands, and not in a product way...

Lucifer felt his eye twitch, to hear Adam say these things was... unfortunate. Staring at his subordinate, Lucifer made a mental note to try and figure out who his parents were.

He doesn't often kill couples, not at the same time. But he has done it a few times when the situation arises.

Lucifer: Well... I'm sorry to hear about your past, Adam. I'm losing someone like that... is horrible. And for you to witness it is even worse.

Adam smiled softly: Thank you, sir... everyone always asks why I became a cop. Why I'm obsessed with these cases... now you know.

-

At the end of the day, Lucifer watched Adam leave. He was the second to last one, as usual.

And as soon as that door clicked closed, Lucifer walked into his office, locked the door and turned on his computer.

Scribbling on a piece of paper, Lucifer smirked: "Kadmon". Let's hunt your parents down, a second time~.

They would have deserved it, Lucifer was sure of that. But, for Adam to say the Devil was as bad as the criminals he kills was a let down. He was hoping Adam would feel the same.

But no matter. Their forms of punishment and delivering justice were different.

Lucifer: Maybe, after I find your parents, I'll come visit you~. I'm feeling... tense again~.

Serial Killer x FBI Agent

Bonus points: Lucifer is the senior agent training Adam and is also the killer he's training Adam to find.

Stalking

Possessive behavior

He would (and will) kill for Adam

How did you know I love problematic!Lucifer?

Poor Adam just wants to do his job, and now he has a serial killer after him.

[kangsaena]

What is this? :

An AU if kang - mina survived, (but Se - mi died)

its inspired by another AU I found but the chapter I wrote (that were simillar) had their credits,

but still, credits to @mayoscribble077 for the AU idea, not the chapters from ch. 3, onward.

ch. 4: not out!

Ships? :

Actually yes! Although the story revolves around thanos and mina the most there are mentions of other ships in this story,

(though its probably gonna come out in later chapters.)

Kang - mina x Thanos

222 x 333

Young - il x Gi - hun

Status : in progress

Extra note 1: Any Profanity is censored in this chapter, though they might not always be.

Extra note 2: Please read chapter 1, and chapter 2, their short, easy to read chapters that quickly explain the beginning.

CHAPTER 3

Just the start of it all

*after the voting the O's and the X's are split up, chatter fills the room. Thanos is with his group, Min - su, Gyeong - su, Nam- gyu and mina.*

SPEAKERS: 30 minutes until lights out.

*Nam-gyu and thanos are whispering about something in thanos's bed and gyeong- su and min- su are against the wall having a chat, mina is thinking about something*

Thanos: 30 minutes until lights out, huh?

Nam-gyu: come on, what are you planning?

Thanos: you know..the Xs were close on our tail..

Nam-gyu: by one, so?

*thanos whispers, smirking* Thanos; we could kill them.

Nam-gyu: mm, okay..but with what?

*thanos pulls out a glass bottle, shattered with sharp edges, the same glass bottle everyone got for dinner*

Thanos: you still have yours?

Nam-gyu: no, but I could always just..*nam-gyu quickly takes a person's bottle and shatters it on the wall, he gives the person the middle finger.*

Thanos: alright that works..wait...*thanos spots someone familiar walking in the middle of the hall, he chases after that person, quickly giving mina a quick flirtatious look while walking to them.*

Mina: huh? *mina says in confusion*

*nam gyu follows, thans grips the person by the neck* Thanos: f**king MG coin huh?

Player 333: We've already delt with this..

Nam-gyu: really?

Thanos: every single last penny, YOU OWE, goes to me, you got that?

Player 333: what if I don't want to?

Thanos: OH, come here you f**kng cunt. *nam-gyu holds player 333 like a ragdoll, allowing thanos to punch him, mina watches from her bed, so this is what they were planning, or atleast she thinks.*

*thanos grunts and punches player 333 to the ground, 333 covers his face, thanos kicks him and nam-gyu come from behind*

Nam-gyu: ay! Let me get a kick-

*they kick him, dae-ho and jung-bae have their sleeves up*

Jung-bae: someone should help them, right?

Dae-ho: what, me?

*they put their sleeves down and young il comes to interfere*

Young-il: Hey, kids! What makes you think you can behave like that, and infront of your elders too!

*mina whispers to herself* mina: thanos was right, old f**ks that interfere with everything.

Thanos: OH, you wanna try me?

*nam-gyu nods in agreement, thanos tries to throw two punches, but young-il dodges, nam-gyu trys to kick him, but young il throws a powerful kick towards nam-gyu making him hop, falling to the ground, mina rushes over*

Mina: you good?

*thanos keeps on trying to attack young-il but he dodges every shot, thanos is trying his best, but this random 50 year old is stronger than him?! Young-il punches thanos and tackles him to the ground, choking him*

thanos: I'm sorry s-sir, I won't do it again, p-please sto-

*young-il looks intensely, wanting to beat the life out of him, but a shouting mina interrupts*

Mina: STOP! DONT HURT HIM!

*young-il slowly stops choking him and a round of applause forms, mina comes to check on him*

Mina: are you okay?

*thanos grunts as he gets up, he says with his voice strained* Thanos: of course! W-why wouldnt I be?

*mina scoffs and nam-gyu, thanos and mina all walk over to the beds.*

SPEAKERS: 20 minutes until lights out.

*they all sit on thanos's bed, talking, mina went to the bathroom for a little while.*

*thanos swallows something he got from his steel, crucifix necklace*

Nam-gyu: Hey bro, what's that?

Thanos: *thanos stops for a second then he mutters* later.

Mina: What were you guys talking about?

Thanos: OH, I'm just a guy to you, huh, how about a nickna-

*thanos is obviously high, moving his head around and striking rapper poses*

Nam-gyu: alright, let's be quiet. *he whispers*

Nam-gyu: We were planning to well..kill some of the X's, you know, so they definitely don't have a chance of winning the next vote.

Mina: can't we just let the actual games do that, their violent and eliminate peop-

Thanos: yeah, uh huh, but like, what if we don't have a chance or something. They can still, you know, kill summa the Os. *he touches his hand and minas face* Thanos: Come on senorita, do it for us.

Mina: do the killin-?!

*nam gyu chuckles* nam-gyu: no, just allowing us to kill, you know, we gotta..uh..*nam-gyu wonders why their asking mina to allow them, she's not the boss after al- ohh! It's because thanos likes her..uhh, excuse, excuse* Nam-gyu: we gotta..work as a group!

*thanos winks, mina slowly takes his hand off her face* Mina: fine: but..just don't get hurt..*she exhales*

Thanos: BAHAHAHA! you really think, I, the legend rapper, WILL GET HURT! *he laughs* Thanos: dollface, you worry to much!

*nam-gyu does a facial expression like hes saying, "just leave him be", he literally just got beat up by some random 50 year old.*

*thanos stops laughing and says with a smile* thanos: y'know, you gotta do something, people are probably plotting to do the same think as us, yo!

Nam-gyu: you wanna hide?

Mina: uh..well..I..do, just..I'd somebody finds out where I a-

thanos: SELF DEFENSE, YO! grab a knife and hide! *he says in a attempt to rap*

mina: and where will I find the knife..?!

thanos: uhh..I dunno, steal it, that's the way I'd did it!

Nam-gyu: just ignore him, I'll find one for you during the night.

SPEAKERS: 10 minutes until lights out.

*thanos whispers to nam-gyu* Thanos: you trying to flirt with her bro?

*nam-gyu whispers back* nam-gyu: don't worry, she's all yours. *thanos smiles*

Thanos: nam-gyu, ask if min-su and gyeong-su want to join.

*nam-gyu goes over to the two, which leaves thanos and mina alone, mina starts.*

Mina: wait..*mina places her hand to the back of thano's neck, seeing a still bleeding huge scar and and big red mark, the shape of fingers* Mina: thanos..seriously, tell me if you get hurt like that.

*although thanos knows this is supposed to be a meaningful moment, he says* Thanos: Well, thanos the great never gets hurt, OWH-

*she giggles, she accidently pressed his neck too hard, she's sorry about that, but he definitely didn't prove his point right* mina: heh, sorry.

Thanos: everyone gets hurt! It's..so like, whenever I go to the gy-

*mina interrupts him* mina: it's okay! You don't have to make up so much excuses.

Thanos: Excuse me?!

*mina laughs, damn, he's hot and funn- no no no, shut up. it was just a joke..* mina: Hey, uh..take this as a compliment or not, but you look like the type of guy that would attack groups of peo-

Thanos: HELL YEAH! I'm undefeatable!

mina: don't, don't attack groups of people unless you and nam-gyu are together, alright?

Thanos: what, so I'm wea- *thanos thinks a bit, mina said thanos looked like the type of guy to attack groups of people, if she calling him strong and flirting with hi-

mina: and I'm not flirting with you.

*She is flirting, or..she just doesn't know she's flirting.*

Thanos: well, I can't keep, such promises.

Mina: come on! I trusted you that you can kill people, why no-

Thanos: shh..just look at me. *hes just trying to look all seductive and romantic and hot, but it is kinda worki-*

Mina: im gonna..go to the bathroom.

*'thank god that interrupted' mina thought, she was really just about to..*

*mina step foot in the bathroom, the shiny marble floor reflected her appearance, nobody was here, honestly, If all that killing is actually going to happen during the night, she might aswell stay here, not the best place to be in, but atleast she could take care of herself.*

*Mina thoroughly rinsed her face with the cold, tap water, she'd usually use a filter on her taps, but this isn't home. It's a graveyard that keeps getting new, dead visitors every single day. And the fact they didn't have any showers already confused her. As long as she's not staying here for long - she can restart wearing her cold, refreshing face masks, she had a stack of them*

*Mina always felt the need to look perfect, or do anything perfectly, but eve since she joined this place, even before the killing happened. Yet, somebody actually like her for it.*

*She thinks about her memories, she used to be quite popular in high school, but..she always felt a bit insecure, that if she isn't 'little miss perfect' people would start making fun of her.*

Mina: ah, that's too..depressing.

*she looks in the mirror, and imagines the stack of skincare she had in every drawer and cabinet, she uses skincare so much, she'd probably be fine without it for 3 weeks, but either way, she likes the feeling of her glowy-glass like skin when she uses products.*

*mina unties her hair, having hold of the scrunchie that was tightly clinging onto her hair all day, she feels much better, scratching through her hair and straightening it.*

*she gasps for air, she sees a tiny little cabinet underneath the sink, opening it, you can see the rusty pipes and a 5 pars of fresh toothpaste, and atleast 50 toothbrushes, thank god.*

*she brushed throughout her teeth, she does it in a circular motion to get every spot, bleh! She spits the remaining out, rinsing her mouth with water.*

*she walks back to the dormitory, before that haunting voice echoes throughout the room*

SPEAKERS: Lights off in 5 minutes.

*5 minutes?! She thought, in didn't really sting to her right, she swears that she was in the bathroom for 20 minutes, that's just time.*

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Welp, that's Chapter three, I've been doing nothing today but working on this and making illustrations of the AU.

I don't really have any inspiration to give out based on this chapter. As soon as I post this, I'll be working on ch. 4.

Oh, and if you have any fanart to give out, that would be highly appreciated, and I'll g/ you a shout out, (though not immediately)

If I REALLY like the fanart I'll allow you to give me a summary of a scene in the next chapter.

[canirove]

Canary boy | Chapter 16

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“Pedri” I whisper. “Pedri!”

Nothing. He is wearing his headphones and isn't listening. So plan b it is.

“Fancy a break? Yes  No” I write down on a piece of paper and throw it at his face, hitting him on the nose.

“What the…” he says, finally looking up from his notes.

“Read it” I whisper, watching him slowly opening my note, smiling when he reads what I wrote. 

“Ouch!” I complain when he throws it back at me and hits me in the forehead. 

“Sorry” he whispers. “Shall we?”

“Let's go” I say, getting up from my seat and following him outside.

We've spent most of our day at the library, which has become part of my routine since we came back from Manchester. I train, I meet with him at the library to study for our exams, we go grocery shopping to cook some dinner at my place, and then we either fall asleep while watching something on tv or get so horny that we struggle to make it to my room and my bed, which has been the mood this week. We've had sex on the sofa, on the living room’s floor, against the wall outside my room, on the kitchen table when we were tidying up after dinner, in the shower the next morning. And it's been… It's been fucking amazing, who am I kidding. And the extra exercise hasn't affected me on the pitch, so…

“That's brought memories” Pedri chuckles once we are outside.

“Uh?”

“Sending the note. I remember doing it at school.”

“Is that how you asked girls if they wanted to go out with you?” I ask him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“That's how they asked me if I wanted to go out with them” he replies, resting his hands on my waist.

“Sure” I chuckle.

“I was one of the most wanted boys in my school, Inés.”

“C'mon, Pedri. I've seen your photos, you weren't a hot teenager.”

“Rude” he says, pinching my side and making me giggle, a couple of girls who were walking past us giving me a weird look. “They are jealous.”

“What?”

“Those girls. They are jealous because they wish they were you right now. They wish they were about to be kissed by the hottest guy in Tenerife” he smirks.

“Pedri!” I laugh, still doing it when his lips meet mine. 

And you may be thinking, these two kissing in front of people and not caring about being seen? Being comfortable with PDA? Since when? The answer is, since coming back from Manchester.

It's like something changed there for us. Or maybe just for me after realising that I love him. But now we don't care about kissing in public, holding hands or doing normal things a couple does even if we aren't a couple per se just yet. He hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend, and I haven't asked him to be my boyfriend either. Which sounds crazy, to be honest. Can you imagine me, Inés, finding the guts to ask Pedri to officially be my boyfriend? Yeah, me neither.

“Please not the neck” I say when he moves from my lips to my jaw.

“Why not?” 

“You know why, Pedri. I'm still recovering from the last hickey you gave me, the one that everyone got to see and that made Instagram go crazy because they thought it was from Víctor.” 

“He wishes. But I'll be gentle” he whispers against my skin, making me feel things I shouldn't be feeling at a library.

“You always say that, and then…”

“I will this time, I promise” he says before kissing me on that spot on my neck that he knows drives me crazy. 

“Bloody hell, Pedri” I gasp.

“Love the way you react every time I kiss you there” he smirks, moving to look me in the eyes. “Should we pick up our things and go home?”

“Yes” I nod, his smirk turning into a proper smile as he takes my hand and leads me back inside.

—

“Thank God that is over.”

“Same” Vic sighs. “Remind me again why we chose this subject and not the one the boys did?”

“Because that one had mandatory attendance, I couldn't do that, you didn't want me to be alone, and this was the only one still available.”

“No wonder it had so many free spots. That was the worst exam of my life.”

“But it is over now. Should we go celebrate?” 

“Only if celebrating means you buying me lunch at that Japanese restaurant I like so much.”

“Done” I smile, linking my arm with hers.

“Well, well, well” someone says as we walk past a group of people. “Look who is here.”

“Nerea, hi.”

“Nerea, hi” she repeats, making fun of me, some of her friends giggling. “Anyway, how is Pedri?”

“He's fine. I guess.”

“You guess? Oh, c'mon, Inés. Everyone saw you making out outside the library the other day.”

“I… ummm…”

“And now she goes shy” she snorts. “You weren't feeling that way at the Halloween party when you were all over him just hours after he had broken up with me” she says loud enough for everyone around us to hear her, some of her friends gasping. As if she hadn't told them the whole story already. “Yeah, that's right. Pedri broke up with me, his girlfriend of three years, because of her. Because she stole him from me.”

“Nerea, please. He isn't a wallet” Vic snorts.

“Shut up, Victoria” she spats.

“Make me” Vic grins.

“That's enough. Let's go” I say, grabbing her by the arm and trying to walk away. And I say trying, because Nerea moves to be in front of me, stopping me.

“You are not going anywhere, Inés. Not until I've told you everything I have to tell you.”

“Nerea, I seriously need to go. I have training and I can't be late.”

“And I don't care” she says. “You are a fucking bitch who stole my boyfriend, and I want everyone to know. Everyone!” she says, raising her voice and making most people on the corridor where we are look our way. “Because our dear Inés isn't dating Víctor like she wants everyone to think. She is dating my boyfriend!”

“Ex boyfriend” Vic corrects her, Nerea giving her the most murderous look ever.

“She is dating Pedri when she makes everyone believe she's with Víctor because it benefits her image. Because it makes her interesting when she is just a boring bitch with a boring life.”

“Yet your boyfriend left you for her” Vic smiles.

“Because she has deceived him! She is playing with him and his feelings, making him believe that she finally loves him back when she is just with him to hurt me!”

“What?” Finally love him back? What does she mean?

“Oh, don't play dumb, Inés” she laughs. “He told me everything when he broke up with me. That he had never loved me, that he had always loved you! And with your little game of giving him just enough attention to keep him interested in you by always liking all his Instagram posts minutes after he posted, you gave him hope until you got bored, horny or both, and decided it was time to have some fun and convinced him to break up with me and run into your arms!” Nerea says, her voice getting louder and louder with each word. “And who does something like that while knowing he has a girlfriend and while also flirting with other guys? I'll tell you who: a fucking bitch!”

“Stop insulting my friend!” Vic says.

“I'm not insulting anyone. I'm just saying the truth. Inés is a bitch who ruined my relationship!”

“What?” I laugh. “You are the one who ruined your relationship, Nerea. Not me.”

“Me? I love him!”

“Do you? Do you really love him?”

“Yes!”

“Then why did you never defend him in front of your parents? Why did you let them treat him as if he wasn't enough for you just because his family doesn't come from money like yours? And why, during those three years you were together, never wanted to meet his parents? To get to know his friends? To get to know him?”

“I know you and your little gang, don't I?” she says, nodding towards me and Vic as if we were something disgusting. “And I know him.”

“Really?” I laugh again. “Because according to what he has told me, everything was always about you. You would have dinner at the restaurants you liked, you would made him attend the parties thrown by your friends, buy the clothes you liked. But then, you don't even know the name of his brother!”

“I do! He's called… Fr… Francisco! Fran!”

“He's called Fer, Nerea.”

“He isn't!”

“He is” one of her friends whispers behind her.

“Ok, fine! I got his name wrong! But Inés still stole Pedri from me! She is a bitch and she stole my boyfriend!” she says while pointing at me and looking around for support, most of her friends looking away and the people who had gathered around us going back to their business.

“Goodbye, Nerea” I sigh.

“Don't you dare leaving!”

“Watch us” Vic says with a big grin, linking her arm with mine and starting to walk away.

“Inés! Inés!” she yells. “You will pay for this!”

“Yeah, whatever” Vic replies while not turning around to look at her, which I'm sure has made her even more furious. 

“Do you think she will do something?” I ask Vic once we are outside in the carpark, taking deep breaths to calm myself. Did all that just happen? Did Nerea call me all those things, and did I fight back? Told her what I thought of her? Holy shit.

“Nah. She talks a lot but then does nothing. She's a coward.”

“I don't know, Vic. She seemed pretty hurt.”

“Inés… Inés, no. Don't you dare feeling bad because of her” she says, putting her hands on my shoulders. “She's just jealous because Pedri chose you over her. Because now you have everything she always wanted, everything she wished she had.”

“Yeah, but…”

“She won't do anything. She cares too much about what people say, and after the way people reacted when she got Fer’s name wrong, she would not want to make a mistake again and make herself look like a fool. I mean, you've been dating someone for three years and you don't know the name of his only brother?” she chuckles. “So forget about her and let's focus on you buying me lunch and that we only have one exam left, ok?”

“Ok” I sigh, hoping Vic is right and that Nerea won't do anything.

[grenadehearts]

my first req ever holy shit

soooo......uhm...uhm.... any thoughts on power couple pro hero!ocha x pro hero!f!reader who are insanely in love w eachother??

LIKE THIS PIC IS SO THEM CODED ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS SO THEM 😭😭😭😭 theyre so silly and cute ouuu........

pro!hero!ocha x hero!f!reader thoughts <3

authors note: this is actually my worst work yet ughh im sooo sorry!! i tried!! thank uuu sm for requesting cupkiki ily mwahhh. m.list

Pro!Hero!Ocha with her pro-hero girlfriend, who share matching keychains on their hero costumes—a pink and black cat with matching charms, each engraved with their initials. It's their little secret. a token of goodluck.

Pro!Hero!Ocha, who is absolutely, completely infatuated with her pro-hero girlfriend. Whenever she's on any interview or talk show, no matter the topic, no matter the question, your name always finds its way into the conversation.

Even when they're asking about her latest heroic feats or the most dangerous villain she's faced—she can’t help it. Her face lights up, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide and sparkling with admiration for you. Oh forget about her feats as she brings you and all your accomplishments up, with a love-struck grin.

Pro!Hero!Ocha, who is scheduled for a different patrol than you today, missing you and your pretty face more than usual. The day feels extra long, no villains to fight so far so she keeps herself moving, trudging through her patrol, wishing for something exciting to happen, she turns a corner and—bam!—she’s suddenly face-to-face with a giant billboard of your face. "Pro Hero Y\n uses this, so should you!," it says, complete with marketing jargon.

Her heart races, she feels like a teen girl finding her crush in the yearbook, and without thinking, she jumps for joy, her two feet bouncing against the sidewalk, as she clasps her hands together, her pinkies touching, completely forgetting about her quirk. The result? A lovesick fool floating in mid-air, grinning from ear to ear as she drifts, completely giddy over the sight of you, even in a commercial.

Pro!Hero!Ocha, fighting villains side by side with you, but she’s so distracted by your presence that she can't help but sneak glances. Punches fly, combat calls are exchanged, but in between, she’s sending you flirtatious looks, teasing remarks, and playful jabs. You’re both so absorbed in each other, you weaseling the villain away in confines, but your head is turned to face her as she sends you flying air kisses and you got a stupid dopey grin on your face.

Pro!Hero!Ocha and her pro-hero girlfriend, the very definition of love in the spotlight. Always attached at the hip, constantly doting on each other in interviews. Whether it's fighting over the microphone so one can shower the other with compliments or color-coordinating their outfits—down to their hero costumes—for events, their love is on full display. They can't help it. It’s just how they are.

And, of course, Pro!Hero!Ocha is forever buying your merch. When the Hello Kitty line of your hero merch launched, she nearly bought out the entire store. She couldn't help it, not when it was you and hello kitty, together she’d be a fool not to, (she always buys out all your merch lines… she's your biggest fan!)

[galactaknightyaoi]

What's this...? Mitosis??? You know what that means!

Extra doodle under the cut.

[hey-op-just-kill-me]

The desire to drop out of college and never go back is so fucking strong… but I can’t quit something without feeling bad about it for a decade later so I really don’t know what to do

[itsalwaysdark]

okieee itis my bedtime now though... goo night everyone :]

[quietlyblooms]

nobody asked, but i had some shower thoughts about chiyo’s arcane verse, so perhaps… some things will change

[v4porwaveee]

I'll kms if we move actually.

[fairestwriting]

Reader sleeping on the couch after an argument w/Dorm leaders? How they would react w/happy endings?

this got super long so i decided to change up the post layout so longer stuff would look nicer. But im also posting from a new device so if this goes up and theres any formatting fumbles then uhm. you didnt see anything

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

Despite how hotheaded and stubborn he is, it’s actually really rare for you two to really argue. He values your opinions on everything, and he’d hate for you to feel like he doesn’t hear you or care about your feelings. The last thing he wants is to make you feel like doesn’t care.

That, however, is something he’s still learning. It’s not very easy to let go of the habits he developed growing up— Especially if he thinks what he’s doing is best for you. He doesn’t know how to convince people, so he ends up coming off forceful and inconsiderate. It might even happen without him noticing he messed up, if you’re not extra straightforward about it.

So he knew you weren’t happy with him, but really didn’t think it was that bad, seeing you asleep on the couch is the last thing he was expecting. Even more if it’s the first time it happens, it makes him freeze go into panic mode.

You’re woken up to a really shaken looking Riddle, asking you what you’re doing on the couch at this time in very genuine confusion. He might not even have considered it was because of the argument, too focused on trying to figure out what’s up with you. And it’s hard to stay upset at him when he so readily listens to whatever you have to say, apologizing profusely and making a promise to not do it again that he’ll always keep. His intention from the start was to do what’s best for you, after all— So if he turns out to be wrong, the first thing he wants to do is to correct it.

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

Arguing with Leona is… definitely a situation. It might have you wondering if it even counts as an argument at all. Sometimes he just doesn’t seem to even react to what you have to say, sometimes he straight up states he can’t be bothered to argue. He’s not as stubborn towards people he really likes, but he’s still very proud.

He can actually tell that he messed up very quickly, pretty much in the middle of whatever interaction went wrong, but can’t bring himself to actually back down and admit it. He doesn’t even bother trying to convince himself that he’s right or anything, he’s just that allergic to saying the word “sorry”.

When he walks past you, his first thought is that he should just “let you sulk”. It’s probably not the first time it happens to him in a relationship— And the same routine plays out every time. He wants to walk away, but he can’t. He eventually does, then he comes back and stares for minutes. Regret starts to really sink in then.

You have a blanket draped over you the day after, and Leona just so happens to be around to ask, much more tentatively than usual, if you’re coming with him to get breakfast. It’s his version of an apology, kind of. He’ll actually say it out loud if the subject of the argument was more serious, but that’s rare. He’s not very good at this and the both of you are aware of that, but he still cares, and he’ll get there eventually. Maybe.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

Surprisingly, or perhaps not, he might actually have the lowest argument rate out of all dorm leaders? He owes a lot of it to just being good with words, he pretty much always manages to bring up his disagreements in a really non-confrontational way, they’ll barely even register as disagreements at all. If he can’t find a way to seamlessly compromise, he often just keeps his thoughts to himself.

...Mostly because he gets too anxious at the possibility of you rejecting him. Even if it’s something small, it’ll stay inside his head and refuse to leave, getting dwelled on when life starts to get particularly stressful. If you two argue, the likelihood is that he actually started it, because some other minor issue came up and the pile he was mentally stacking ended up falling apart.

Things can get really messy in the moment. Everything sounds offensive to him when he’s freaking out, while at the same time he’s painfully aware that he’s being overly emotional and causing problems that didn’t exist before. He stops his rant suddenly when self control manages to return to him, but at that point things were already said, and you’re walking separate ways after he awkwardly suggests you two just take a moment to cool off.

He might not even see you on the couch, being too ashamed to leave his office, but Jade will let him know either way. Azul won’t disrupt your sleep, and he’ll even try to give you enough time in the morning to get through your usual routine, but as soon as it’s possible he’s looking for you to privately apologize. He takes care to clear up any misunderstandings before voicing any of his worries, even though it’s visible how nervous he is. It comforts him just to see you looking at him with fondness again, seriously relieved that he won’t be losing you over the situation.

𐙚 Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is another one who doesn’t really argue, but that’s not to say he doesn’t voice his disagreements, because he does, and he does it very often. It happens as soon as the thought pops up in his mind, spoken all lightheartedly. Regardless of what the subject being talked about is.

…Which can very easily become a problem. He does take all your boundaries very seriously, but you need to be very straightforward about them. So if it happens that you two get into a topic he doesn’t know is touchy for you, he might say something that comes off insensitive. And yes, he will ask you as soon as he sees the change in your expression, but the lack of tact doesn’t mix well with you already being upset, and you end up just walking away.

Only then he stops talking, freezing up completely. He can tell, that you probably want some space now, and he’ll honor that— but the whole thing doesn’t leave his mind for hours. He has no clue of when he should go look for you to try to talk and apologize, no clue of how he should even word it all when he doesn’t know what he did wrong. His heart shatters when he sees you sleeping on the couch.

He probably asked Jamil for advice, then heard that he should really give you your space, but he just can’t take it. You get shaken awake and he’s tearing up while he apologizes, saying he really didn’t mean to make you upset, that he’ll do his best to be more careful if you tell him just what went wrong, but also that you don’t need to talk right now if you don’t want— He’s a little clumsy, and very emotional, but you know he means well, and that he loves you very much, which he’ll be sure remind you of over and over again.

𐙚 Vil Schoenheit

It’s no secret that he can really nag people, but Vil really doesn’t like to actually argue— He’ll say it every time a disagreement or misunderstanding starts to get tense. Partially a self-reminder, he’s aware that he doesn’t have nearly as much patience as he would like to. It can take a decent amount of effort to keep himself in check.

You two do successfully compromise very often, but sometimes even his suggestions can come off very harsh. It’s no secret to anyone who knows him. His peacemaking attempts are still pretty blunt, and his opinions are never held back. It can easily get upsetting, going as far as feeling like he’s judging you even though he’s not.

Vil actually takes a moment to tell that he might have said the wrong thing. He’s not so proud he’ll refuse to admit his own mistakes, but he’s just… used to upsetting people. You can outright leave mid conversation and it still won’t be his gut reaction, he always believes whatever he’s saying and only wants the best for you. It can take a good few moments until he realizes you’re not just “sulking” the way his underclassmen at the dorm do when he scolds them. Finding you asleep on the couch can honestly shock him.

He won’t wake you up right away— It’s still important for you to get your rest, and he wants to really think about what happened before he says anything— but there’s no way he’ll let you spend the night there. His voice is really soft when he calls your name, waiting for you to gather yourself before he tells you he’s sorry. Gently reassuring you in whatever you need while he explains himself, he’ll make sure everything is okay before he touches you at all, wrapping you up into a hug when everything is finally settled.

𐙚 Idia Shroud

He’s freaking out, full stop. He didn’t even think he’d ever get far enough with someone to be in this position. Since when does he even have the audacity to argue with a partner he never even believed he’d get? Whatever he did, he wholeheartedly believes he screwed up big time.

...And even though it’s his anxiety talking first, he might actually be right. He’s usually really passive, doesn’t even voice disagreements beyond maybe just whining about not wanting to go somewhere with a lot of people. And even then, he might be willing to try, just for you — So what went wrong? Probably a messy misunderstanding, where he said a lot of things he doesn’t mean…

He’s honestly just expecting it to be over. Believing that you’re going to block all his socials and never speak to him again. The second you walk away, the only thing in his mind is the absolute worst, so when he sees you on the couch he’s… relieved? But just for a second. It means there’s still hope for him! You would have just disappared if you wanted nothing to do with him, right? But he also recognizes the trope, he knows he’s going to need to work to be forgiven—

Idia is just standing there when you wake up. Pacing around the living room and losing his mind. He gets startled when he sees you’re awake, like he’s terrified of what will come next. At least he’s had (more than) enough time to think about what happened… the apology you get is very much sincere, even if it gets rambly at certain parts, ending with the two of you comforting each other.

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

For obvious reasons, things can get tricky with Malleus. Whenever you feel like you’re really starting to understand him, something strange will happen again, it’s a real cycle. All the factors in his upbringing connect with each other to build a very specific kind of character. Even if it looks like you two are really similar, there’s going to be a minimum of a handful of details that just change everything.

He’s always careful with his words, with basically no exception, but sometimes he just doesn’t know what the “right” thing to say would be, or he doesn’t know what a certain cue could mean in the moment, or whatever he knows is something that doesn’t apply outside of specific context of the royal family he’s a part of— The possibilities are endless, but a lot of the time, it’s more likely that things will just chalk up to the fact you don’t understand each other’s perspectives.

He might notice something is off right away, he might think nothing wrong happened at all, it can be wildly different depending on the topic at hand. He’ll ask what’s wrong if he does notice, but even if you do try to explain to him why you’re hurt, it may not make sense inside his head right away. And even though he’s genuine and fast to apologize, it can feel cold when he clearly can’t tell what’s actually wrong.

When he walks by the couch you’re asleep on, it doesn’t even register as being related to the argument right away. He shakes you awake to tell you it’s not a good idea to sleep there because it gets really cold later in the night. Right now, he’s had enough time to process and understand the situation, quickly giving you a new, truly heartfelt apology. Even if in the whole thing, in retrospect, was a pretty minor issue — And if it isn’t, or you’re just not ready to forgive him yet for whatever reason, he doesn’t push it. The only thing he’ll insist on is having you sleep somewhere more comfortable, really.

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