#yes it's a chair in the middle of the road bitch

[sunflowersteves]

can you write about carmy & readers first time after getting engaged 🥹

omg omg omg fiancé carmy just does it for me ok? and ik for a fact that the man wouldn’t wait once you got home. also I couldn’t find a picture of the ring I wanted so just pretend.

warnings || fluff, established relationship, SMUT, soft sex, riding, mention of oral sex, 18+ only

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You looked down at the small diamond ring that was garnished with two rubies on a sparkling gold band.

You were smiling so brightly that your cheeks started to desperately ache. The stones glistened, and you felt in awe as your chest fluttered with adoration. 

Your admiration for the ring had stopped as Carmen’s voice rang through your ears. “Are you sure you like it?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed and head down, looking at the delicious food he had made. His left leg was bouncing up and down as the thoughts piled one over the other. 

Carmen had asked you that same question about four to five times now. He asked you once after you said yes, two in the car ride, and one while walking up the stairs of your apartment complex.

Despite your reassurance—sometimes too much in a daze of staring at your hand to realize he had even asked you a question—Carmen still couldn’t quite get it into his head that you said yes. 

It was as if his head was still in a jumbled mess—still sweating and knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. His heart couldn’t stop thumping against his chest, and anxiety-filled thoughts rushed over another. The nagging feeling that he doesn’t deserve this and that he doesn’t deserve you had taken over his brain.

His entire speech happened in such a blur with his stuttering sentences and shaky voice. He watched as your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you shouted, “Yes!” It took him a moment to realize your response—his eyes slowly blinking with his mouth parted open to then at lightning speed getting up off of the ground and crashing you into a hug. It just all felt so real. 

You stand up from your end of the table and walk over to him, taking the spoon that he’s frantically tapping in his hand out from his reach. “Baby,” You coo, pressing your palm against his cheek.

It was the most obvious thing in the world to you. You couldn’t stop staring at it since he put it on your ring finger, but you knew that he just needed a little encouragement to swat those thoughts away. “What’s going on?”

Carmen had proposed. Richie had called you saying there was an emergency at The Bear. Of course, he failed to mention that everyone was okay. You rushed to the restaurant in a frenzy, grabbing the bare minimum and speeding down the highway roads.

When you arrived, you practically jumped out of the car and ran inside. Your brain had thought of the worst possible outcomes—a burned-down restaurant and hurt people. It was sending you into a spiral. 

But then, your heart stopped at the view in front of you. This time, the thumping of your heart was pure elation (minus the mental note to yell at Richie later). The entire restaurant had been closed, and a small candle-lit table had been set up—rose petals trailing across the concrete floors. 

Carmen and Richie were arguing but they didn’t see you quite yet. “You didn’t even fucking tell her anything?” Carmen huffed.

Richie just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “No, you fuckin’ bitch. I just said there was an emergency.”

Carmen’s hands exploded around him, an unlit cigarette between his middle and index finger. “Are you fucking serious right now, cousin? She’s probably freaking the fuck out—an emergency? Fuck—” Richie just rolled his eyes and shrugged, but then his eyes locked with yours and a huge smile spread across his lips. The rest went in a blur, and before you know it, Carmen got down on one knee. 

“I-I just—I don’t know. I wanna make sure that I’m doing this right.” His eyes finally look into your own. Your heart just about stops at the sadness that’s swimming through them. 

“Carmy, baby,” You moved his chair back, wooden legs sliding against the hardwood floor. You climbed onto his lap, legs on either side of him. You pressed a hand to his chest, and you gently rubbed your thumb against his soft, white t-shirt. 

His hands rest on your hips, and they squeeze the soft, plushy flesh. He let out a content sigh, some of the anxiety already dissipating from his thoughts.

He wants everything perfect, just for you. The irony of it all is that you do think everything’s perfect. Everything is always perfect with him.

“Let me see, bebita.” Tina couldn’t stop smiling, taking a glance over at you staring at your ring. You were waiting for Carmen to finish talking with Natalie before leaving the restaurant. Tina had found you, staring happily at your finger. 

She cursed under her breath, eyes widening.“Ay, coño—” She continued to watch the small diamonds sparkle underneath the kitchen lights.

Then, she smiled. She looked at you, and she had the biggest smile on her face. You make Carmen so happy, and he knows he makes you happy.

She was truly excited for her friends. “You know, this was Mikey’s ring. It was their grandmother’s or some shit, but—” She pauses, smiling right at you. “It was definitely his.”

Your eyes widened, mouth agape. “What?”

“You’re perfect.” You say, looking into his ocean eyes. “You’re doing everything right.”

He searches for something. He searches for anything. Any doubt, guilt, lying—literally anything. He continues to stare at your beautiful face, looking from the plump of your cheeks to the curve of your lips. 

His eyes look back up to yours. Nothing. He found nothing but pure love and adoration between your irises. He choked out a sound. It was garbled and whimpering. It made your heart clench. 

“Carmen—” Before you could even react, his lips devoured yours. You gasped against him before melting completely, hands going into his messy hair. His hands scaled your body in a passionate frenzy, desperation hitting his gut to pull you even closer to him. 

You moaned against him as his tongue pushed through your lips and into your mouth, swirling and tangling with one another. His hand went to cup your cheek; it was so gentle and sweet—the action made affection swirl in your chest. 

He parts from you, only for a moment. “Please. I need—I need to be inside you.” Another breath-stealing kiss, lips molding against yours. “You’re so—you’re so perfect, baby. N-need you.” He pants out. 

“Fuck, Carmy.” Your hands move to fumble with his belt. He continues to kiss you, lips smearing against your jaw and chin. Jittery, your hands bumble around and finally find the button to his pants. You shuffle them down his thighs, letting out a moan at the sight of a bulge in his boxers. 

“Carmy—” You whine. His fingertips graze your shoulder and lift the spaghetti strap of your dress. “Please.” You feel dazed and desperate. You feel a burning sensation sprout from your chest, and it ignites across your entire being. 

He helps you out of your dress, and his hands fumble with the back of your bra. Meanwhile, you’re also fumbling with getting his boxers off. The position of sitting in the chair had made this much more difficult. “Baby, fuck.”

“Need you, Carmy.” You whine. It caused him to smirk down at you. Eventually, the two of you get all of your clothes off, discarding them somewhere on the floor. You were still straddling his thighs—kisses so sweet and passionate that they tingled against your lips. 

His cock was hard, leaking with some pre-cum, and it made you shudder. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at you with hazy eyes. You position him to your entrance and slowly sink into him.

You both moan against one another, breathing in each other’s presence. Carmen’s head rolls against your shoulder, biting down at the clench of your walls. You start to ride him—hips rolling against his own. 

“Gonna—fuck—gonna make you my wife.” He breathes out. He watches the way you slick smears against his thighs and the way he disappears into your tight cunt. You loudly moaned against him at the affirmation of his—making you even wetter than before. 

“Wanna—wanna be your wife, Carmy.” You whispered against his soft skin. His lips lower to the perky bud of your nipple and swirled his tongue around the sensitive area. “Want—fuck me—want you to be my husband.”

You could feel his cock twitch at your words. His lips revert their way to where he really wants them—your lips. You whimpered at the feeling of him pushing you further.

The hand on your back was rough from calluses. The new position made you whine and cry, Carmen whispering sweet, sweet praises. “Doin’ so good for me, baby. My–my fuckin’ girl. Look at you, so-so good. Gonna make you my wife. My fucking wife.”

His words are what send you over the edge—the sweet praises and confirmations of his love became too much. “C’mon, pretty girl. Let go for me. Be a good girl and let go.”

With a loud moan, your walls spasm around his cock and gush all over him. You’re screaming his name like a prayer that won’t leave your lips. Your legs shake, unwilling to move any longer. He’s whispering to you again and again, but this time you weren’t listening. 

He was on the verge of an orgasm too, but there was a bigger, more primal need for him to do first. He watched as you slowly slid out of him and he started to press gentle kisses across your shoulder and neck.

He watches your eyes slowly come back to him, and he waits. “I love you, baby.” He says, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“I love you too, lovebug.” You say, a lazy smile curling your lips. You look down to see his hard cock against your thigh. You open your mouth to say something—wanting to take care of him, but he stops you with a shake of his head. 

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna eat you out. I need to taste you. I-I—” He stutters through his words, and the desperation settles on his chest. He needs to taste you on his tongue. He needs to hear the sweet sounds that escape your mouth as he eats his favorite meal. 

“Carmen. Fuck, yes.” 

The first night of being Fiancée’s with one another was going to be a very long night. 

[god-has-entered-my-body]

lena's dream log: the goth one

- fourth instalment -

right so i'm like. seventeen sixteen in this dream? idk but i looked in the mirror and was the SPITTING image of teenage me so yes. i'm in this bus right and it stops at this weird stop next to the woods in my hometown. This sketchy group of people get on and one of them shoved this bag into my hands and i'm like ??????? okay queen i guess this is mine now

then there's four cops in the bus and for some reason i know they're looking for me so i smash this glas window next to me and bolt out of it bag in hand. WHY DO I STILL HAVE THIS BAG? no clue BUT i'm with one of my mates i know i didn't know back then but i just DONT question it in the slightest and keep running

i'm being chased by these fuckass city orga cops down this hill and my mate trips and falls and just disappears whatever i don't question it because i'm SPRINTING at this point.

i reach this weird drugstore that looks somewhat familiar but only on the outside the inside is way too big and literally has everything imaginable and i'm just like. okay this is happening now. i run to hide and see a bunch of people i know i should know and one of them i recognise as my friend sahara and i go up to her being like GIRL IM BEING CHASED???? and she's like yeah obv you have a BOMB

So apparently i have a bomb in my bag and i drop this bitch IMMEDIATELY book it into the sex toys section and hide while they search the place and i'm like???????? HUH and they eventually leave

i go outside and jesus fucking christ the street is filled with goths. i wish i was kidding everyone was in full trad goth makeup and holding crosses and those weird fire things whatever I STILL don't question it and start trying to find ANYONE i know. i'm walking through this crowd of goth folks and reach a weird wooden stage and sahara appears behind me with this absolutely massive spliff (like at least four feet tall she's just hauling the thing) COPS COME AGAIN and i'm running once more towards this stage and that when i see children?????

these kids are fully performing a really shite dance routine to bad blood by taylor swift like costumes and shitty makeup everything and there's a bunch of people in rows of chairs (their parents????) watching the show and clapping and holding up signs that i couldn't really read

right so i somehow skip to a part where all of these aforementioned goths are sitting in a circle and there's this MASSIVE bonfire in the middle right in front of me but it feels cold and not like fire

again more cops and they start arresting everyone and suddenly there THE BOMB GOES OFF AND ITS RIGHT NEXT TO ME and i fly through the air like i'm bibi bloxberg so i'm soaring and land in this bed just chilling in the middle of the road and i'm like ??? okay queen i guess i'm here now

theres this weird PA announcement thing that just tells everyone to beware of the satanists roaming the streets and theres like. old german ladies multiplying in the windows staring into my soul and i'm TERRIFIED but in a silly way because what the fuck mate what am i DOING

anyway everyone gets lined up and "processed" ?????? in the middle of the street ???????? okay whatever suddenly there's a bottle of pink whitney's (shout out wife) in my hand and i'm drinking it and everyone has the same bottle while simultaneously being in handcuffs ??? do they have four arms ????

okay whatever and then i wake up literally sweating and my face is puffy and THIRSTY and also somewhat convinced i'm still dreaming because what the FUCK just happened to me

yay another dream log i totally didn't have to douse myself in cold water after this one

[beezleberry-breakie]

Holy shit I made another one ║ ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ ║. I'm either very depressed or very bored...probably both.

Disclaimer: I do not own Friend, Keagan, or STNAF, they belong to @stnaf-vn

You enter through the door, the soft hum of the overhead lights reflecting off the large meeting room table that stood between you and this young woman. God you weren't getting paid enough for this. Without even glancing from your clipboard you sat down in the chair across from her, fingers pressing the buttons to start the tape recording. Your temples were already throbbing due to the stress induced headache.

"Hello, Aofie", you gave your name, "I'm Keagan's lawyer and I'm just here to ask you some questions about the night of his accident. First question is, Who are you?"

The woman was taken aback.

"What do you mean 'wHo aRe yOU', you literally just said my name gobshite"

You grinded your teeth, this bitch, she was just as sarcastic as the other one. Why was your client messing with these types of people?

You sighed, "I'm sorry, I should've clarified, for legality reasons I need to know who you are and what your occupation is".

That seemed to calm her down.

"Oh well then. My name is Aofie Kelly, or Mango, and I work in the business office down the road as a junior accountant".

You stopped listening after hearing her nickname.

"Mango?"

"Yea!" her eyes seemed to sparkle at mention, "I got the nickname after Friend and I had a Mango eating contest", she crossed her arms triumphantly, "Guess who ended up being the winner", she haughtily chuckled making you concerned if she could even be a valid witness as Keagan said.

"Though, five tubs of mangos does seem excessive".

Oh dear God you were dealing with an idiot.

You sighed, rereading the sheet on your clipboard. You needed to wind her down before asking about her relationship with Keagan.

"What are you hobbies, interests, relationship with family?

Aofie squinted her eyes at you.

"What is this, are you trying to reunite Kellogg's and I?", she gave an exasperated gasp, "I'll have you know I am now in a committed relationship with the Lort, and he frowns upon those who try to steer his sheep away!".

You had never in your life wanted to clock out and go home to cry. This child was on another level.

"No, Aofie. It's just protocol to ask these questions before we hit the big stuff. I'm trying to be your pal here".

She nodded, looks like things finally clicked in her brain for once. Thank whatever deity was on your side today.

"Well" She started ticking things off her fingers, "Hobbies really center around baking. Got a gift for it somehow, Friend and dah said my cooking could even make the slumbering Gods wake".

...You didn't think was anyway a good thing.

"Naming a few my interests are baking obvs, watching trashy reality tv, metal core, dance, and tending to me cows when I go back home to Ireland".

"Ireland?"

"Yup my mum and dah are both from there, though we think mum may have originated from Nigeria".

"So you're close with your parents?"

She nodded furiously, a sugar coated smile sketched her face.

"Of course and they love to come down to visit Friend and I. Said he's the sweetest thing next to butter pudding".

That checked out. You scanned the sheet for the next question.

"It says here you know both Friend and Keagan at the time of the incident? Can you tell me what happaned"

Aofie seemed to have lost any happiness that she was radiating earlier.

"Uh, aye. See," she cleared her throat, "I guess he thought it would be a funny joke to drive out to the middle of no where, and push me out at midnight no less".

"He, you mean Keagan? Your ex-boyfriend"

"Yes, that's what I said, Kendrick"

Oh my God.

"He and his friends just pushed me out and then drove away laughing", she was sniffing now, tears threatening to fall. You pushed a tissue box towards her, having some wane of sympathy for the young woman.

You knew Keagan had a past but it wasn't fair to bring someone innocent into his chaos. Your interview with Friend earlier in the week, you could understand his anger towards Keagan.

"What happened next, Ms. Aofie?"

She took a tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes, "Well, I was just so scared. We'd been drinking and I was just so lost and cold. I wasn't sure what to do, so I called the only person who I knew that was always there for me".

"Friend?"

Her radiant smile returned to her face. "Yup, he came to get me hauling ass on their motorcycle in the rain!", A few tears seemed to have slipped out, but they seemed more to be from happiness than anger, "I've never had anyone outside family care for me so much. Friend even stayed over for the night after rescuing me so I wouldn't feel alone".

You smiled softly, jotting down extra notes that you deemed the tape recorder wouldn't capture. "That's good to hear, it seems you have someone well into your corner".

"Aye! I couldn't ask for someone better".

"Last question". Seriousness grafted back into your words as you sat up in your chair. Eyes boring into Aofie's curios emerald eyes. "My client indicated that the reason he crashed, wasn't because he was drunk-".

She snorted, you raised a brow at the sound, but continued.

"-but because Friend threw his helmet at the driver's side window as he went to pick you up. Did Friend ever tell you this?".

A look of shock planted on Aofie's face, it almost seemed like she was confused at the idea that her friend could even do something as awful as that and ruin someone else's life.

"N-no. They're not like that at all", she gave a look of frustration, "As long as I've known Friend they've been nothing but the best to me even when I deserted them. I've never known them as anything but caring".

You tilted your head. "How do you know that their anger is a side that you've never seen? What if it's all a ploy to keep you closer?".

Aofie slammed her hands on the table before she stood up. "Look here gobshite, I've already taken more than enough abuse from Keagan when it came to Friend. All the wasted years I stayed with that useless drunk, are days I wish I could've spent with Friend and", her fingers ran through her auburn brown curls, seems you hit a nerve, "and I look back and see that Friend has been loving me from beginning to end and I've closed the door on my life with Keagan for good".

Before you could even stop her, Aofie had picked up her purse and left the meeting room, door slammed behind her departure.

You flinched, this wasn't going to end well for your client and his future. Turning back around, you flicked off the tape recorder then picked your cell phone. Fingers swiping the screen to tap on a certain contact.

A few rings then a pick up, "Yea, what? Is she going to have my back?"

Zeus help you in these trying times, you rubbed your eyes before sighing loudly.

"No. Aofie Kelly will not testify to your good character".

You moved the phone away from your ear as Keagan screamed on the other side. Serves this brat right.

[colleenmurphy]

@aristobun just read your post about Helene and this..this is what Col and Charlie came up with. They think the world of Hel and would love to have her at The Cabin as long as she'd like to stay.

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him."

Was all Colleen could mutter as she grabbed her car keys and her Afghan coat from their respective hooks. Her pack of three misfit pups that she and Charlie called The Wild Bunch, followed her every move. Except Red, her steadfast protector and wedding gift from Charlie and the most handsome bloodhound Col had ever seen. He was sitting much like a statue perched on his usual spot in the papasan chair Col usually read in the evening by the fireplace.

"C'mon Red, we've got business to tend to."

Was all she said as Red popped up by her right side. Smiling she reached down and scratched him behind the ears. Red was not only loyal but insanely smart, more so than the average hound. Given his working breed size and his ability to respond to commands his training had gone very well. He also loathed Joel Benson as much as she and Charlie did.

"Who's Mama's good boy? You are, Red, you are."

She hooked his leash up to his collar, grabbed her purse and made it out to the Plymouth just Charlie was coming back from the chicken coop as he cocked his head to the side as he spotted Red in the passenger seat of the car that Col used on rescue missions. He had painted it flat black for her and it purred low so it couldn't be detected from a block or two away. After her last run in with that Benson boy, as Charlie had often thought of his wife's best friend's boyfriend, and he had to reinforce her front and back bumpers. She'd done a heap of damage to Joel's Datsun the last time she'd seen him. She herself had done a number on the hood with a crowbar. The Datsun symbol hangs proudly in the recording studio right over the door. A few other bands had added hood ornaments of their own but didn't know the real reason why it was there.

"Georgia...what're you doin'?"

His use of her nickname almost threw from the task at hand. She was angry and it felt she was running out of time.

"I've got something to take care of, he's helping. You can come if you want to."

Charlie knew deep down in his gut what his wife was planning, it was a long time coming but if she felt that now was time, it was the time. The Plymouth roared to life, it almost sounded as if the damn car was growling. He had never seen the look in his wife's eyes, that's when he knew for certain without a doubt that Joel Benson was a marked man tonight. Shooing Red to move over in the bench seat Charlie plopped himself down. She was going to need help bugger lugging the bastard to his final resting place.

"You got a full tank of gas in this thing...right, Georgia?"

"Yes, I do. Buckle up."

She no sooner heard the click of the lap belt and gravel sprayed out behind them as they took off from their piece of paradise on the mountain.

Thirty minutes later Joel Benson was running for his life through the very same holler that they had just left. He had no way knowing that his ex girlfriend's best friend and her husband owned a literal mountain in the middle of nowhere bumblefuck. They were artists or some horseshit. Real hippy dippy pacifist type. They clearly were not, he'd been all knocked out with something heavy and shoved in a trunk. When he'd come to he was laying out in the middle of the dirt road. The only thing that got him to come to was the kick to the ribs he'd gotten from the dopey looking blonde Col was married to.

"G'on and get up, Boy."

"Who the fuck are you calling, boy?"

Church bells and stars flooded his head and vision as Col got a sound smack in with her booted foot. That bitch always seemed to be wearing cowboy boots. Bending down she was eye to eye with him. Enemy to enemy and Joel was tempted to smash her pretty little Irish face in but Col was quicker as she grabbed him by the throat, her nails digging in. Humming softly she sang in his ear

"Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we're in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye"

Goosebumps erupted across his flesh as it hit him. This crazy bitch was going to actually try and kill him.

"You're insane. You're both insane. You'll never get away with this."

"What's insane to me is beating the woman you claim to love. Repeatedly. Now, it's either you get and play by my rules or I put you down right now and leave you."

Joel studied Colleen for a moment. Helene has known her her entire life and had a million tales of how much they had stuck by one another. Maybe this crazy Irish bitch meant it. The way she stood tall and proud, her legs long and lean shoulders back and features schooled hard at him. Her long dark hair whipped by the wind and the white fur trim around her jacket clashed. He watched as she walked around the trunk of her car while her husband went to the back passenger side and grabbed the leash on something massive and red. Colleen came back around this time with a lantern tucked in the crook of her right arm and in her left was a shotgun. Charlie, or at least that's what he thought his name was, lurched forward as the impossibly red dog lunged forward snapped at him teeth barred. Inching backwards Joel got to his feet. Col was passed the leash as Charlie took the lantern and lit it with nimble fingers.

"Oh look! Joel's actually being a good sport about something for once in his life."

"Oh fuck you you crazy bitch."

A warning shot was fired just over his left shoulder, his eyes bugged as he tried to run. Somebody had tied his laces together.

"Good eye on the laces, Wilbury."

A small smile spread across Charlie's face.

"Thought it'd be funny."

"It's fucking not!"

"Is to us. Just like that time when you busted Hel's lip, right?"

Another shot this time by his feet inching him backwards.

"Get up and run like the coward you are, Benson. I feel like hunting for something."

The dog at the end of the leash bayed at the moon and lunged for him again. Teeth snapping at his pants grabbing onto it taking him down at the knees.

"Jesus Christ! Call him off!"

"Only if you run. Feel how she felt."

With a snap of her fingers the hellhound was called off and it and it's owners were back in that god forsaken Plymouth. A low growl was heard as it roared to life. It was coming right straight for him. Doing the only sensible thing his mind knew to do Joel Benson ran in a zig zag pattern but wasn't quick enough as the front bumper clipped him causing him to stumble. The crack of gunshots behind him made his heart hammer and his stomach knot up. All those times he'd come home and caused holy hell in the home he had shared with Helene had now knew. He knew what it was like to be terrified for your own life. Another gunshot, another howl from the dog with it's head hanging out the back driver's side window.

"Jesus Christ I'm sorry."

"Don't go callin' on people that don't know you, Benson!"

Was all he heard before his feet went out underneath him. Of course it just had to be Colleen fucking Murphy's voice. He went airborne for one slow sickening minute and he saw now earth or road beneath his feet.

'This must be how that stupid coyote feels when it's bested by that road runner.'

He thought to himself as he free fell over an open patch of earth and down into the embankment below. He'd no sooner made contact with the ground, excruciatingly so, as he had broken both ankles and dislocated his left knee. He was almost positive he had broken his right arm and hit a rock head first on the way down. His body went limp as it heard footsteps and growls. He was only semi conscious when Red bit down on the hand that tried in vain to strike out at him with a rock.

"You're a real piece of work ain't you?"

"F-ffkk 'oouu."

Those were Joel's last words as he parted ways with the mortal coil he had terrorized for much of his life. He was not searched for, or missed. His disappearance wasn't much of a footnote in time either. Much like his grave, Joel Benson will never be found. Charlie and Colleen made doubly sure of that, right before they donated that little stretch of land to the national park service so it wouldn't be disturbed.

[shizuokadivision]

— Party of Words Headquarters, Prime Minister's Office, Chuohku —

“Lady Otome! We have a huge problem!”

“What is it?”

“It's Keitoin! She's heading down to Shizuoka with the rest of Clean Speak!”

“What? I gave her no orders to do so! Did she give any explanation as to why?”

“Yes Ma’am! She said something about giving that crazed scientist her comeuppance for what she did to her.”  

“Tch. That woman….” 

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2 Hours Earlier…

— Sakura’s Office, Kito-gumi Main Base, Shizuoka Division —

[The members of Silent Tragedy were gathered in Sakura’s office. Sakura was sitting in her chair behind her desk while Kanon and Reika were sitting in front of her. It had been a peaceful day for them so far. Perhaps a bit too peaceful...]

Reika: So we're celebrating our anniversary at my house, right? Kanon’s place is out for…obvious reasons and Sakura your house does not have the right mood for a party.

Sakura: *sarcastically* Oh, I'm sorry, Reika. Let me just turn on some music and tell my men to do the can-can for you.

Reika: Alright no need to act like a bitch. 

Sakura: Well what do expect Reika? My home is a yakuza base, not a place to gather all your friends and throw a party. *sighs* Kanon do you have any opinions?

Kanon: I believe that the two of you are very lucky that I'm agreeing to this at all. 

[All three women quickly turn their heads as they hear the door being opened, revealing Shinji with a serious look.]

Shinji: Forgive me for my intrusion ladies. However, I was informed that Chuouku’s Special Ops Unit Clean Speak is heading to Shizuoka. They’re estimated to arrive in an hour. 

Sakura: *grits teeth* What. 

Shinji: It also seems they're being led by Chuohku member Honobono Keitoin. Who if intel is correct is not to be taken lightly. 

Kanon: Keitoin? *laughs*  I'll bet you she's doing this without any permission from Tohoten. Keitoin was never known for listening to her. 

Reika: So what? She's gone rogue?

Kanon: No. I'm not going to pretend to understand her thought pattern but Keitoin along with those pesky clones were sent out to deal with me several years ago. The clones weren't all that hard to deal with but Keitoin herself was quite a bit harder. We ended up fighting and it ended up at a standstill something that I imagine rankles her. 

Sakura: So she's coming for revenge against you?

Kanon: I wouldn't doubt it. She more than likely has been planning something since she discovered where I was.

Reika: Now what Kanon? I'm not entirely pleased with the idea of a Chuohku official coming to Shizuoka to get revenge on you.

Sakura: Neither am I. 

Kanon: *smirks* This is a good time to test out Project Tacet don't you think you two?

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1 Hour Later…

— Near Outskirts, Shizuoka Division —

[Kanon, Reika, and Sakura stood in the middle of the road as they watched Keitoin and her unit approach. The city of Shizuoka was towering behind them and was living up to its namesake as the city was seemingly silent as if it knew what would happen next. All three women had bored looks on their faces and were seemingly unfazed by the marching unit even when a large number of Clean Speak members stood in front of them prime and ready to attack.]

Reika: All this? Just for the three of us? You shouldn't have.

Sakura: *hums* Well we are some of Chuohku’s most wanted. 

Kanon: *eyes the crowd* Hmm…I'm going to need more space in my morgue. 

[Honobono Keitoin walked from where she was standing in front of Clean Speak stopping only halfway from where Silent Tragedy was. Kanon seeing this began to walk as well stopping when she was only a few feet away from Honobono. The air was tense with animosity as both women stared each other down.]

Kanon: Keitoin.

Honobono: Kanon-chan. It's been so long since I've seen your face. Such a shame our last meeting ended the way it did.

Kanon: Stop with the niceties Keitoin we both know what you came here for. 

Keitoin:*smiles cruelly* Fufufu~. Don't be like that Kanon-chan. I just came to finish playing with you. Consider it payback for what you did to me. *stares behind Kanon*  Oh! It looks like you brought some friends as well. Don't worry I'll pay with them when I'm done with you.  

Kanon: Hahaha! Oh, I’ll like to see you try Keitoin. 

[Honobono now beginning to get angry reaches to get out her mic but before she could Kanon pulls out a small remote with a button and turns on Project Tacet. All over Shizuoka multiple towers began to activate. Each one begins to send out a frequency that spread all over the city and the surrounding area.]

Honobono: Hm? Was that supposed to do something~?

[Honobono takes out her mic and activates and to her shock, it doesn't. An unhinged smile forms on Kanon’s face as she watches Honobono get angrier and angrier as her mic won't activate. The other members of Clean Speak begin to pull out their mics as well and much like with Honobono their mics did not activate.]

Honobono: What did you do!?

Kanon:  Located all over Shizuoka are towers that when activated release a frequency that prevents nearly all Hypnosis Mic from activating inside their radius. I took some inspiration from Chuohku’s Hypnosis Canceller, however, my version is far superior and isn't prone to failing. *chuckles* I’ve had this project planned out for quite a while now and you just gave me the perfect reason to test it out Keitoin. 

[Honobono grits her teeth as she learns what had happened to her mic however she pauses when she hears how Kanon phrases her words.]

Honobono: What do mean by “nearly all”?

Kanon: The only mics that will be able to activate within Shizuoka and the surrounding area when the towers are powered on are ours. *raises eyebrow* Really Keitoin? Did you think I am foolish enough that I would leave myself defenseless? No. I've personally modified the mics in my team’s possession to be immune to any outside interference. 

[Footsteps are heard as Reika and Sakura walk over and take their place next to Kanon on her right and left side respectively. The members of Clean Speak were beginning to feel nervous as they were essentially defenseless. An enraged look begin to form on Honobono’s face as she realized her position.]

Reika: Oooh. Someone’s pissed.

Sakura: I would too if my plan was utterly destroyed like hers was.

Kanon: Now then, why don't I show you what happens to anyone who angers me? 

Reika: *purrs* Oh goody a bloodbath. It was getting a little boring around here.  

Sakura: *bares her teeth* Finally I can teach these motherfuckers a lesson on why encroaching on my territory is a bad idea.

Kanon: Are you two ready?

Sakura: Ready as I’ll ever be.

Reika: Can't wait to give them a show.

Kanon: Let’s do this then. 

[All three women take out their mics and activate them. Their speakers rising behind them.]

Welcome to Shizuoka, where even the deadliest tread carefully

Bring the Beat!

[Kanon:]

Don't expect to be received so cordially

The Widow, The Boss, and I are far worse than what you've heard

Now get ready our wrath is what you've incurred

The torture that awaits you is pure agony 

Even the devil himself would balk at our brutality 

It won't be long before your dropping like flies 

Your worthless lives flashing before your very eyes 

[Sakura:]

You've got guts, I’ll give you that

Let me just give you one caveat 

This ain't no kiddie fight, no this is a full-on beat down

You’ll learn firsthand for messing with my town

[Reika:]

This is a city of no remorse 

We represent the city of Shizu

Our word is law, of course

[Kanon:]

Making everyone pay for all our scars 

[Reika:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Silent Tragedy:]

This tune echoes through the waters of Shizu

(Tomorrow's winds will blow the next day)

We gotta escape the maze of our pasts

(And the scars on our hearts will disappear)

The devil has stolen our halo

(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)

This vacation is sure a blast

Kind of our Scarface paradise, yeah

[Reika:]

Oh my, look how amusing you all are

Trying to escape like animals in a snare 

But this snake has you in her sight

Poised and ready to bite

[Kanon:]

 More sickly sweet than cyanide 

Just like Jekyll with his Hyde 

A monster held back by chains

I'll show you, evil is my name 

[Reika:]

From humble beginnings to a grand estate 

A queen hands out her mandate

So don't make me say it twice

Or else you’ll be paying the price 

[Sakura:]

An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg, even a bullet to the head 

It ain't enough until I dye these streets bright red

It's quite easy to get lost in the slaughter 

But what can you expect from the bastard daughter?

[Silent Tragedy:]

This tune echoes through the waters of Shizu

(Tomorrow's winds will blow the next day)

We gotta escape the maze of our pasts

(And the scars on our hearts will disappear)

The devil has stolen our halo

(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)

This vacation is sure a blast

Kind of our Scarface paradise, yeah

[Sakura:]

This is a call for arms, a bloody revolution

Any who oppose will meet their execution 

Much more than just a simple promise, it's our resolution

We are the Scarface

With lyrics and rhymes that are impossible to outpace

[Reika:]

Say hello to my little friend

[Kanon:]

So many lab rats...

[Silent Tragedy:]

This tune echoes through the waters of Shizu

(Tomorrow's winds will blow the next day)

We gotta escape the maze of our pasts

(And the scars on our hearts will disappear)

The devil has stolen our halo

(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)

This vacation is sure a blast

Kind of our Scarface paradise, yeah

Happy Late Anniversary Silent Tragedy!

[edogawa-division]

— Communications Center, Broadcasting Room, Chuohku —

“What is happening?!”

“It appears that every screen across Japan is playing the same video!”

“Why haven't you put a stop to it yet?!”

“We’re trying to ma’am! Someone has managed to completely hijack the airwaves! Every attempt we've made to gain back control has failed so far!” 

“Keep trying! Lady Otome is going to have our heads for letting this happen!”

“Yes ma’am!”

[To the surprise of everyone all the screens in the room flashed with static and the lights dimmed halfway. The room fell silent as no one understood what was happening. Suddenly every screen around them flicked to an image of a blue eye. The calling card of the infamous hacker Delphi. The largest screen then lit up with a message.]

“Sorry not sorry but I’m in control here. Just sit back and enjoy the show! Maybe the Head Bitch will let all of you keep your jobs afterward!”

“DAMN IT!”

...

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20 Minutes Earlier…

— Kaoru’s Lab, Kuromiya Residence, Edogawa Division —

[The members of Wicked Requiem were gathered at Kaoru’s computer in her lab. Kaoru was sitting in her chair turned away from the computer while Yuriko and Kanra were standing in front of her. Kaoru and Kanra were ready to explode in excitement while Yuriko looked less thrilled than them.] 

Yuriko: I still can’t believe the two of you convinced me to do this.

Kaoru: Oh come on Yuriko! It's our 1st anniversary as a team! What better way to celebrate it than with a bang?

Kanra: Yeah Yuriko-san! Don't you also wanna stick it to Chuohku? 

Yuriko: When you told me you wanted to do something for our team anniversary I expected something ordinary like baking a cake not whatever this is. Usually, I would attempt to stop the two of you however, considering the look Tohoten will have on her face when she discovers what we've done is allowing me to let your idea go through. But I must ask Kaoru were the outfits necessary? Especially yours?

Kaoru: Oh yeah just doing this is gonna send Chuohku frothing at the mouth but the outfits? The cherry on top. Thanks for making them by the way, Kanra.

Kanra: No problem!

Yuriko: *raises eyebrow* Even the tattoo?

Kaoru: *shrugs shoulders* Look I don't know what to tell you she has it so I had to do it too. If it makes you feel any better it was temporary. Now then are y’all ready to get this show on the road?

Kanra: Ready!

Yuriko: As I'll ever be.

Kaoru: Alright then, let's go!

[Turning to her computer Kaoru began to rapidly type on her keyboard, setting Wicked Requiem’s anniversary plan into motion. She’s surrounded by screens of all shapes and sizes, all lit up in shades of blue. It casts an eerie glow across her face as she types a final sentence. Smirking, Kaoru took complete control of the nation’s airwaves with the push of a button and began to broadcast a video. All over Japan every television, computer, and phone was glowing a bright blue with the staticky symbol of an eye flickering across them. The words “Enjoy the show!” flashed across every screen before quickly flickering to show the logo of Wicked Requiem. The logo then faded to black and then every screen lit back up with the image of three figures.] 

[Yuriko stood in the middle of the screen however she wasn't wearing her usual outfit. Instead, she seemed to be wearing a uniform that looked similar to the one worn by the Prime Minister of Japan, Otome Tohoten, although it wasn't an exact match. In fact, in place of the usual Chuohku pink, it was the deep violet of Wicked Requiem. As well as all the Chuohku symbols were also replaced with the bat symbol of Wicked Requiem as well.] 

[Kaoru stood to the right of the screen and similar to her adopted mother wasn't wearing her usual outfit. Instead, she wore an outfit similar to the one worn by the Deputy Prime Minister of Japan, Ichijiku Kadenokoji. Her uniform too had the pink associated with Chuohku replaced with deep violet and had bats where the usual symbols of Chuohku were. Quite a few eyes popped out of their eyes as Kaoru, much like Ichijiku had her chest exposed and had a tattoo on her left breast although she had a bat instead of the Chuohku symbol.] 

[Kanra stood to the left of the screen and much like the rest of her family wasn't wearing her normal outfit. Instead, she wore an outfit that bore a resemblance to the uniform worn by the Vice Chief of the Administrative Inspection Bureau, Nemu Aohitsugi. Similarly to the other uniforms worn on screen, the Chuohku pink was switched out with deep violet, and every Chuohku symbol was replaced with a bat.] 

[All three women take out their mics and activate them. Their speakers rising behind them.]

Bring the Beat!

[Wicked Requiem:]

Huh, we are Edogawa

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

We are Edogawa

Check it out, we are Wicked Requiem

[Yuriko:]

Ruling the nation from atop your throne

Don't you know? Even the most powerful can be overthrown

Quicker than any allegro 

I reject your so-called manifesto 

So take back your handicap

I’ll fight you full-on with my rap 

Hm? Barely consider me an enemy 

Then let's see when I beat you with my melody

Even Moses couldn't help but hide 

When Death enters on its pale ride

[Kaoru:]

So you're saying we don't have beef?

Alright then let me keep this brief

I'm here to topple the so-called bad queens

With lyrics as sharp as a guillotine

You say dogs never bite?

How about then a spider who has you in her sight

I'm lacking rhymes? You sure talk a big game  

Fine, let’s see who remembers whose name 

Athena grant me wisdom and Nike grant me victory 

I’ll see to it that this bitch is ancient history

[Kanra:]

SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

Going off into a rage, you better bring backup

So wanna fight me, are you tough enough?

Ha! Come on be serious!

Violence is my bread and butter 

Besides I'm not the only one, just ask your big brother

Going for the win, an unrelenting attack

I won’t hesitate to strike back

My name’s Kanra and I’m no one’s masterpiece

Understand that or get ready to rest in peace!

[Wicked Requiem:]

To the left and right

Now proudly move forward

This is our rule, a revolutionary show

The ones who laugh last will be us

To the west and east

Now aim for the summit

We're the rules, a revolutionary show

Wanting to test ourselves more

Yeah, we are Edogawa

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we are Edogawa

Check it out, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[Kaoru:]

Even when I’m staying up all night long 

You're easy to string along 

[Yuriko:]

A master of the mic 

Subjecting you to a rapid-fire strike

[Kanra:]

Pay attention! From now on I’ll be leading this rebellion!

Along with my ragtag group of Hellions 

[Yuriko:]

A fight that can end in a million ways 

[Kaoru:]

An empire set ablaze 

[Kanra:]

With our words’ hypnotic haze

[Wicked Requiem:]

You're set to decay

[Kaoru:]

Nothing can keep us chained

[Yuriko:]

A victory set to be attained 

[Kanra:]

Wicked and untamed 

[Wicked Requiem:]

Leaving you lyrically maimed 

[Yuriko:]

Watch as everything becomes undone 

[Kanra:]

This battle has already been won

[Kaoru:]

So go on and run

[Kaoru & Kanra:]

A chance to overthrow sounds like fun!

[Wicked Requiem:]

To the left and right

Now proudly move forward

This is our rule, a revolutionary show

The ones who laugh last will be us

To the west and east

Now aim for the summit

We're the rules, a revolutionary show

Wanting to test ourselves more

[Yuriko:]

So tell me who will win?

This war is set to begin 

[Kaoru:]

Three people being forced to battle

Refusing to die like cattle

[Kanra:]

We won't be quiet! 

Damn it all, let's riot!

[Wicked Requiem:]

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Leave it all to us

It's time for a revolution!

Uh, we are Edogawa 

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

Uh yeah, we are Edogawa 

Check it out, we are Wicked Requiem 

Come on, we are Edogawa 

Pen running, you’re already addicted

Uh yeah, we are Edogawa 

Uh, check it out, we are Wicked Requiem 

[Yuriko:]

Come on we've got a debt to settle 

[Kanra:]

Feared even by the devil 

[Kaoru:]

Time to clear the final level 

[Wicked Requiem:]

Behold all of our dignity and grace!

Check it out, we are Wicked Requiem

Happy Anniversary Wicked Requiem!

[welcome-home-official]

Mrs. Michaels checked her notes to make sure they were at the right house. It looked quite average, unassuming; a simple cream-and-brick two-story home with bushes on either side of the stone path leading up to the door.  Once she was sure that they had the right address, the woman raised her knuckles and rapped sharply on the wooden door.

The door opened, and the woman and her son were greeted with a soft smile. "You must be Mrs. Michaels, and Angelo, I presume?"  He glanced down at the boy beside of her.  The scent from inside the house hit Angelo in the face-a deep, rich scent of spice, like the inside of a craft shop during autumn. The blond crinkled his nose, attempting to ignore it; he didn't like that smell, it was too artificial, like a bunch of cheap scented candles.

With a nod of confirmation from Mrs. Michaels, The man stood aside.  "Please come in."

The doctor himself was unsassuming. Maybe in his late thirties? Tall and lean, dressed like a stereotypical college professor; a deep brown vest with a white dress shirt and a maroon tie, and nice dark slacks. He had blond hair that was combed to the right and nearly flattened against his forehead with too much gel, and more notably, he either had very pale eyebrows or none at all. Angelo couldn't help but think his thin-lipped smile was fake as fuck.

Hands behind his back, the doctor led them into his home. Angelo kept his silence as he observed his surroundings. Nothing was particularly staggering about the living space, but it was odd. it was relatively large on the inside, compared to how small the exterior looked. The lights weren't turned on, instead being lit up by the afternoon sun from two large windows in the sitting room which had a nice view of the front yard and road that led out of the nice suburban housing developent.   Two leather couches were in the sitting room, with a comfy dark green arm chair in the middle, an old-fashioned clunky TV on a stand, and a fish tank bubbling near a doorway.  However, things on the wall caught Angelo's attention, and made his stomach drop.

Taxidermy.

Shelves and display cases of different small birds, some in domes and perches with dried flowers, one case with a few skulls, and a look into the kitchen revealed a tiny bluebird on the countertop, pinned and spread, ready to be mounted.

Morbid son of a bitch.

Angelo was drawn out of his observations when he felt a hand on his shoulder; his mother was patting him, giving him a reassuring smile.

"I'll be back in a few, okay?" She had that look in her face, silently telling him to give this one a chance. It had been hard finding a therapist since his old one retired, and Angelo gave a nod; even if it would be difficult opening up to this one.  As Mrs. Michaels left, Angelo walked to one of the couches, before realizing he should have asked if he could sit.  The doctor gave a nod and a smile, and Angelo took that as a yes.  As he sat down, the man sat in his armchair, crossing one leg over the other in a prim, proper manner.

"I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Dr. James."

"Er..I'm Angelo."  Of course Dr. James would know his name, he had hi files after all.  Angelo tried to keep his eyes off of the taxidermied birds behind Dr. James, feeling a dryness in his mouth.

[siutforjjmaybank]

Teenage Dream

Chapter one - cheerful per usual

Background

From the outside looking in, I’m perfect. I have the perfect family, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friends. I try to keep them thinking that. I’m popular, people love me. They don’t love me because they think I am a good person. No, they just want the status. I’m only popular because of my Mom. When my father left when I was 2, she was working 2 jobs to keep us in our shitty little apartment. She also was an intern at a law firm, she worked her way up to be the highest paid lawyer in Florida. Anyways, none of that shit matters.

My phone dinging knocks me out of thought. It was Audrey.

‘party tonight?’

I smile. I love parties.

‘ofc bae’

I put my phone down and sighed and walked into my closet. I see my uniform folded neatly on my vanity. I put on the skirt, rolling it a few times to get it to about mid thigh. I put on my button up and the tie and threw on my cheer sweatshirt over it. I walk down stairs and look at my brother sitting in a bar stool. As I walk past him I smack him on the back of the head. “What the fuck, bitch” he cries out. I grab a banana and a water bottle and slip on my shoes. My brother stays put. “Are you coming or not?” I say, with an annoyed look on my face. He looks at me with a scoff. He stands up and walks right past me and out the door. I murmur to myself annoyed as I walk out the door and lock it behind me. I throw the keys to Mike and he starts the car. “Do we have to pick up-” “Yes” He interrupts me. Fuck. We have to pick up Jackson. My brother’s best friend. I used to try to be nice to him but he never reciprocated so I stopped. I sit in the car with a pout on my face. Mike looks over at me and rolls his eyes. “Do you always have to be such a big baby?” He inquires bluntly. I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off. “No, seriously you and Jackson have had this stupid rivalry since 8th grade get over it.” He spat looking at me. “He’s a dick. Keep your eyes on the road, Mikey.” I say, knowing he hates it when I call him that. He chuckles. He drives for a little listening to music before pulling into Jackson’s driveway and honking the horn. In a moment Jackson walks out his house, holding his middle finger up. He borderline struts over to the car. He opens the back door and slides in. “Hey Gorgeous.”He smirks and puts his arms around the head of the chair and around my neck. I clench my jaw push his arms off. “Shut up, Jackson.” I spit. Jackson was physically attractive, no doubt. Dark brown fluffy hair, tall (seriously he has to be at least 6’4), and full plushy lips. But none of that matters because his insides are fucked. Either way I have a boyfriend.

We drive for a little bit until we get to school. I swing on my back pack with a blank face. “Bye Mike.” I say as I hop out of the car. “Bye, B.” he replies. I look at Jackson and he smirks and winks at me. I scowl and roll my eyes. “Cheerful per usual, Bianca!” He yells after me. I turn around. “Always a pleasure, Jacky.” I remarked. He smiled a real smile and I walked away.

she speaks!!!

hey guys. i know this took a while but i have 0 commitment skills so… but i hope u like it and im very excited to start this book. Also tell me if u would like to be on the tag list

[whosthisfkingguytoo]

Random Dreams

“Ughhh oh my god that fee..feels so good…. Oh god I want to cum so bad but I don’t want this to end”. I gasped. She was doing things to my cock that I’ve never felt before. The suction grip, the tongue twirling on the underside of my cock. The massaging of my balls…. She wasn’t making love to my cock..no…she was fucking my cock with her mouth. “Oh Jesus Christ!” Pulling off my cock she sweetly says, he has nothing to do with this….and giggles. “Oh you fucking wench… when I get untied I’m going to pound you into oblivion…” stroking my cock with one hand and grabbing my hair with another she kissed me and said.. boo hoo hoo…”you aren’t untied and I can do what I want….”

“Fuck…..”. She’s going to kill me….

Slowly rising up she made sure her tits hit my face, covered by the yellow sundress I still tried to latch onto her nipples with my mouth. Damn my tied up hands….I want to grab her tits and suck on them. Damn this woman….. As if reading my mind she stoped her right tit in front of my mouth…I latched on for dear life. Sucking like a newborn and pulling her nipple through the fabric I sucked and sucked and sucked. She gasped and moaned, pressing her tit into my face. I tonged the fabric covered nipple as in sucked trying to tease her back. “Fuuuuuck oh god……” she moaned. She pulled hot nipple from my mouth and swung around with her ass in my face now…. “Fuck….” I growled. Pressing my ass against my chest and moving it down my abdomen, like some kind of exotic dance… making me crazy in the process. She pulled up the sundress to reveal the black lacy panties which I know were still soaked from my finger fuck earlier. Now she hovering over my hard and soaked cock…I’m trying with all my ways to get my cock in her soaking pussy…fuckin demon woman. “You want this don’t you?” She asks in that sweet voice. “Fuckin bitch…when I get untied I’m going to pound the hell out of you” giggles is all I get in return as she continues to grind on my cock, wiggling her ass and gyrating it back onto me. I keep thrusting my hips, catching part of her lips, whimpering in frustration. She had been holding onto the arms of the chair to support her grinding motion, I didn’t notice or care how close her hand was to my left hand. In one quick motion she pulled the tag end of the bow and my tie she used to strap me in was loose. As she pulled away to the bed with her ass in the air, my left hand lifted up free, reached oved and fumbled with my belt that was holding my right arm in place. Once released I pushed the chair away. “Oh you fuckin wench…” you’re mine. She was in position ready to be fucked. Head down ass up, just begging me to ravage her…..

“Uhhh you’re driving a bit fast don’t you think?” She said it, I heard it, it didn’t quite register. “Did you hear me?” She said “Yes, sorry”. “You ok? Falling asleep?” “No, just concentrating on the drive, we’re making good time and we have a long way to go.” Yes but you never drive this fast! I know…it’s the middle of Montana and everyone is driving fast making time….if not like home on a crowded freeway. I shift in my seat and slightly pushing my left hand down i between my legs, pushing my still raging hard on to point down my left thigh. Being together some 20 years, this action doesn’t go unnoticed. “Ugh, what’s that about?” she asks. What I ask back? (I know better of course). Oh please, what were you thinking about? You should be concentrating on the road and not driving too fast, I mean you could have killed us! Is that all you think about?

Oh come on, what’s the problem? I’m driving for 9 hours a day, my mind wanders a bit… no I’m not going to kill us, I’m making good time. “You need to go off and go fishing or find a hobby rather than think of that” she sharply scolds me and I go quiet.

Resuming my tumblr dream right where I left off…..

[teacherintransition]

The Teacher in Transition

What has been learned?

From Monday, August 3rd 2020 to Friday February 2nd 2024 there have been 1278 days. That's 3 years, 5 months and 30 days. This is the amount of time that has passed since I retired from thirty years of teaching. A career that started August 20th 1990 and lasted 10941 days …29Years, 11 Months, 14Days. Yes, there is still a significant part of my mindset that feels that I should still be at it; a feeling that abandoned those kids. I suppose that will never go away. I know I did my best and most days I feel I made a difference. I have nothing to prove. I know I more than likely won’t go back, but I ask myself, what was the trade off?

In my initial planning towards retirement, there were specific goals and dreams to be pursued. No planning was taken lightly; attention to detail was carefully paid, structure was established… and very little turned out as planned. Despite dotting “i’s” and crossing “t’s,” we are at a place I would never have imagined. Luckily, it’s been mostly good surprises with few disappointments and the biggest lesson was just to roll with things. Nothing is written in stone. Surprising and infinite variety is a good thing, and learning to not be locked in to one definitive result has been a lesson I wished I’d learned earlier in life. Ah well, wisdom is where and when you find it.

What have I learned during this change in life’s direction? If you are being adventurous in any way, expect that most of your contemporaries are not. Trust me, you’re going against the grain, most our age are settling into routine and making their worlds smaller. If you have friends of a like mind, chances are you’ll never see them as you and your fellow adventurers are always out of pocket …away … traveling… experiencing life. Those most like you in pursuing a life of adventure will only, usually, communicate via text or social media. It’s sad to a degree, but it is who we are and what you feel if you are avoiding the rocking chair. Most of my other friends who are still in the workforce are a welcome sight when we return to Nac. They are always asking about our lives and are happy for you. This is a good thing; to be welcomed home …and it is home, even though Kim and I spend most of our days on the road each year.

Another thing I’ve learned is that post career can be very lonely. I say this thankful that my best buddy, Kim …my spouse for almost 37 years, is my road companion, but missing the home friends is a real deal. This I didn’t fully expect…I’m not good at doing the alone thing. Life is balance, sometimes, and karma gave me a good experience to keep things balanced. At the various, towns, villages, cities, coffee shops, bars, hikes, walks, sightseeings etc. etc. I’ve made friends all over the country and the world. This has been a wonderful discovery that I didn’t plan. We’ve made friends with folks in Scotland, Ireland, Italy, Chicago, Alexandria La., Austin, Granbury, Missouri, Kentucky, Kansas, Oklahoma, Minnesota and more! Friends we would never have met if we stayed in Nacogdoches! Jorge, Melissa, Jim, Vangie, Jeanette, Sarah, Luigi, Margaret, Dustin, Samantha, Caitlyn, Happy, Jennifer, Dana, Scotty, Big Mooch, J, William …and on and on. This was and is fortunate happenstance. The loneliness is a bitch, but I’m grateful for new friends in new places.

A final fortunate development has been the growing bond with my sons and their families. I hoped for this, but its happening has been unlike what was expected. It’s an incredible feeling … a sense of family perpetuity that is wonderful. I can see and feel that our family and its impact will see a bright future. The balance reestablished … the bleak mindset of middle age assuaged by a sense of our lineage going forward is incredibly exciting. I see my sons and grandchildren carrying Kim and I into the future, an unexpected pleasure. Without question, unpleasant things have occurred and more will in the future of that I’m certain. As this transition goes forth, I’m in possession of a faith that my family and friends will carry on and negate some of the bad that is expected. Freeing yourself the drudgery of the chains of working and bill paying has allowed me to see possibilities undreamed of as a young man. I’m not being blind, everything is precarious and life can turn in an instant: financial struggles, illness, death can all overturn the cart, but wasn’t it always the case? Everyday is a choice and is also devoid of control. Go with the flow and don’t settle for sameness. This is the biggest lesson I’ve learned. Movement is life …and it ain’t half bad.

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[rozcdust]

I know how this story goes

pt. 2

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 800ish

Warnings: Violence, substance abuse, profanity, irresponsible behaviour, reckless driving, reader is a cocky bitch, rindou hates her guts 🤪

Synopsis: Bonten needs a driver for a job. You just so happen to be Rindou’s fuck buddy with a talent for speeding and knowing the map of Tokyo’s back streets like the back of your palm. Rindou hates you.

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“But wouldn’t using the new highway get us there faster? It’s both shorter and has higher speed limits, so we’re less likey to get chased by cops.”

You shook your head at Kokonoi, getting a bit frustrated at this point.

“Blondie, if we use the new highway, sure, it cuts us about 20 kilometres, but it is also more crowded, we’re more likely to be seen and it’s directly on your rival gang’s territory. Old highway is safer in every way, and as far as I understood the fucking assignment, I’m supposed to keep your asses alive.”

“Old highway it is.” Mikey said, causing a triumphant smile to spread across your face.

“Excellent. How many of you plan to go on this mission?”

“5.”

You snorted, making Rindou give you a warning look.

“Absolutely fucking not,” The tone of your voice let Mikey know this was not something he could debate you on, “I have 4 seatbelts. Kick someone out.”

It was Rindou’s turn to snort.

“You use fucking seatbelts?”

You turned your chair to look at him, a smirk on your face.

“Unless you want to be flying through the windshield, yes, you need to have a fucking seatbelt on.”

“If I have to be in the same car as you, I’ll take flying through the fucking windshield.”

“Excellent, don’t get into my fucking car at all then. I’d hate to look at your fucking face for longer than 5 minutes anyways, makes me want to scratch my eyes out.”

“You didn’t say that when you begged me to fuck you.”

“It’s your face, not your dick dumbass. Why do you think we fuck with the lights off?”

Rindou looked close to popping a blood vessel.

Silently, Kakucho slid Kokonoi 10000 yen.

“Alright boys, seatbelts on.” You smiled as they settled into your car. Ran, Sanzu and Kokonoi sat in the back, Rindou being left to in shotgun, much to his dismay.

He crossed his arms.

“No.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not putting a fucking seatbelt on, I’m not a child.” He was almost pouting at this point.

You sighed, leaning over him to open the passenger door.

“What are you doi- FUCK YOU.”

Gracefully, and with the sweetest smile on your face, you shoved your boot into his side, pushing him out of the car onto the concrete.

He stared at you from the ground, furious.

“Rindou, just get into the fucking car and put a fucking seatbelt on.” Kokonoi said, pinching the bridge of his nose, done with both of your antics.

With a lot of complaining, Rindou did as he was told, getting back in and turning around to flip off Kokonoi.

You plugged your phone into the aux cord, offering to Rindou to pick something.

He looked at the phone as if it personally offended him.

“You fucking suck, Rin. Ran, Sanzu, you’re in charge of the aux, you’re the only fun ones in this fucking car, put something vibey.”

As they did, you smiled, getting out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Rindou loudly exhaled through his nose.

“This is the best you can do?” He sneered, but you ignored him.

He realised he made a mistake when you got out of the narrow alley onto the main road, and he ended up clutching his headrest, praying to whatever god there is that he doesn’t die.

You were swerving the car wildly, passing everyone and almost crashing into the cars from the opposite direction, all while increasing your speed, and it only got worse when they got the highways.

Sanzu was having the time of his life.

“FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!” The idiot was manically giggling, Rindou would have turned around to fucking punch him if he weren’t fearing for his life right now.

Ran looked happy as a clam in the middle, seemingly not bothered by being thrown left and right every three seconds.

Kokonoi was clutching the seat under him and the headrest in front, brushing his fingers against Rindou’s.

Rindou will die before he admits it, but he took Koko’s hand and held it as if his life depended on it, as they shared a look and silently but mutually agreed they were the only sane ones in this car filled with suicidal and reckless maniacs.

You got them to their destination in record time, almost twice as fast as if it would take them if someone normal was driving.

When you pushed the breaks, Rindou understood why you forced them to put on seatbelts.

“See you in an hour boys.” You smirked, lighting up a cigarette as they got out of the car.

“Thanks for the ride baby!” Sanzu exclaimed, quickly leaning over to plant a kiss on your face, and Rindou tried to ignore the ugly feeling growing inside his stomach.

He most definitely was not jealous.

“The fuck kinda psychos are you putting your dick in Haitani?” Kokonoi murmured, clutching his chest.

“Hey! I heard that!”

Taglist:

@rindous-wife @marrymemanjiro @kampfkuchen85 @camilosa @shadoweepingscream

If you’re in bold I can’t tag you for some reason ://

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Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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[letarasstuff]

One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

“No offence taken, Agent Morgan. I know having an ugly pickly bitch working with professionals seems weird. It’s just I have summer break and I thought it would be a good thing on my resumé if I already interned in the FBI, because I just graduated and I wanted to go to the academy this fall. But if you wanna do a vibe check with me first, that’s fine by me. Whatever floats your boat.”

The room falls silent. Then out of all sudden everyone turns to Garcia, who puts her arms up in defense. “I don’t even know half the things she said, ask her yourself.”

That’s how the BAU gets their first contact with Gen Z culture and let me tell you it is a wild ride, so buckle up your seats, drink your tea up because we aren’t going to make any stops.

“(Y/N), I need you to come with me. We are going to the M.E. getting the latest reports from our last case”, Morgan tells her while passing her desk. In the blink of an eye the teenager is ready, putting her denim jacket with various pins and bits of patches on.

“Derek, can we get starbucks on the way back? The pumpkin spiced latte is back on their menu and I am on withdrawal. Pleaaaaaasseeee”, she looks at him with a pouty face. Morgan smiles. “Ok, under one condition: We both get one, take awesome pictures and send them to the group chat and then we act like we didn’t get them anything, but we actually buy them their usual.” He got the hang of it pretty fast. “Deal, Sis.”

While they are in the car on their way to the M.E. the agent groans. “Ugh, road work ahead.” “Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!” Morgan eyes her from the side. His whole demeanor says ‘old and confused’.

“What was that, kid?” But (Y/N) begins to laugh. “Don’t you know vines? Short dumb and funny clips people made?” It’s safe to say that this afternoon he learns to speak in vines, getting on Rossi’s nerves because nothing makes sense anymore.

“Ok, I heard you wanted to become a profiler. So I thought I would show you some old cases and then you try to figure out the profile. I’ll present them to you like I do to the team, alright?” JJ and (Y/N) sit in her office, safe from curious eyes. “As right as the law, Ma’am.” 

“Good, this is a case from several years ago. It happened here in D.C. Three men were murdered execution style in the middle of the night in an alleyway. They were all from different backgrounds. The only connection between them was that they were evicted for some form of sexual harassment or assault. The UnSub also had a signature: A shot into their groin while the men were alive.”

Unfaced by the presented facts (Y/N) pops a piece of gum into her mouth. “It do be like that.”

“What?” “I mean, it’s obviously a woman. She experienced any harassment or assault herself. She also has excess to the files, I assume she works as a paralegal, since most of them are women. Female serial killers are extremely rare, but they are better organized. The only thing left to say is good for her getting revenge.” The blonde looks at the teenager with wide eyes.

“I-I guess but you know you can’t say anything like that to Hotch, do you?” She asks concerned. “JJ, I’m dead inside, not dumb. I know this.” But the agent shrugs. “Good. Though I really want to see his face.” “Mood.”

Penelope Garcia is the closest one to relate to Gen Z culture, since a great part of her time is spent on the internet. She happily learns about all the phrases and their meanings as well as the newest trends and hypes.

“Purp is sus, I tell you”, is heard from the lair into the hallway. Spencer and Derek look at each other with concern on their faces. “Do you think they are alright or do we have to-” “IT’S A SELF REPORT I SWEAR PENNY! YOU WORK WITH PROFILERS IN GANDALF’S NAME!” Spencer’s question is answered by that.

“Baby girl, crazy girl, are you doing good? Do you need help or something?” The older one asks warily. But it’s drowned in another screaming match. “I TOLD YOU PURP WAS THE IMPOSTER BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM I VENTED WHEN I DIDN’T! I WANT ALL TIKTOKS I SENT YOU BACK!” “YOU DON’T DARE TO REVOKE MY TIKTOK PRIVILEGES!” “WATCH ME GARCIA!”

“Whoa girls, what about taking a break?” Morgan tries to diffuse the situation. “Yes, I think JJ got new pictures of Henry and Emily brought cookies this morning”, Spencer adds.

The girls, who mere seconds ago were ready to jump each other's throats, look at the other one. “You get the cookies and I go to JJ, deal?” (Y/N) asks. “Deal!” Without sparing the boys another glance they run out of the lair. Their devices are still lit up. A red figure shines into their faces. ‘AMONG US’ is written underneath it. “I think we get too old for this stuff, don’t we Reid?”

Spencer always thought he was young. Of course, his mind is older, but physically he is not that old. But the intern proves him wrong. And boy is he wrong.

“Spencer, is there anything interesting to know today?” (Y/N) takes a seat on his desk, distracting the genius from his paperwork. It is a common occurrence for her to go to him to ask for a fun fact.

“Do you wanna learn something about sloths?” His knowledge (or the writer’s) on this subject is astonishingly big.

“Spill the tea, sis.” “Did you kn- What? But I don’t have tea to spill. And I don’t wanna spill anything, I-” Reid rambles in confusion.

“It’s just a saying, Spencer. There is no deeper meaning to it then ‘Tell me everything about it’. You know, it’s mostly used for gossiping, but I don’t really like to gossip. That’s why I use it in a different context. You got it?” (Y/N) explains it to him in a soft manner, knowing her generation can be complex.

“Yeah, I think I do. Thank you for telling me. I really like the phrase. It has a nice ring. What about you spill the tea about all the phrases you know and I tell you some things from my knowledge?” “I think you got yourself a teacher, genius. But now tell me about the sloths, I love them.”

A few days later Rossi catches her doing some weird moves. “Are you having a seizure or what is your problem, youngster?” Even though he tries not to show it, David took a great liking to (Y/N), thinking of her like a granddaughter. Still, most of her actions confuse the hell out of him.

“I’m practising a dance for tiktok. My friends and I worked on a choreo we wanted to film later. Come here, I can show you.” And that’s what she does in the conference room. The teenager walks him through every move of the choreo, explaining the meaning to it and how it correlates with the song.

“And then you move your arm like that. Exactly like that! You did a great job, David! Are you sure you don’t want to come with me later? We can make you your own account and name it ‘Grandpa-on-tiktok’. You can promote your books over there and it’s a way to float with the trend!”

Seeing her this excited Rossi can’t do anything but agree to the idea. Also, he secretly liked doing the dance thing. It made him feel young again.

“(Y/N), you said you graduated this summer. But your file said you are 16?” Emily asks her one boring day filled with paperwork and countless cups of coffee. “It is what it is”, she mindlessly answers, too focused on filling out the work in front of her.

“I mean yes but how?”

“Emily, smart people exist. I know, coming from me hits different, but here we are.” Finally (Y/N) puts her pen away looking at the raven haired woman.

“What are you talking about? I can’t really follow you.” The more the intern says the more confused gets Emily.

She sighs. “I don’t want to leave you on read here. I kind of am smart somehow. Apparently I was smart enough to skip a grade or two. But it’s no biggie. Many peeps do this, so I don’t sweat it.”

“Even though I feel like you are selling yourself short here, I know you are an incredibly intelligent person. Someday you will be an awesome profiler and any team will be lucky to have you. I really hope we will be the lucky team. But I’m still not sure if this is what I should say in this context.”

“Emily, you are goals. This fam is squad goals. I really hope to be a part of this someday”, (Y/N) admits. “I’m sure Hotch will do his best to get you on the team, you became a great part of it. I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Sadly Prentiss has to get used to a time without the team’s beloved intern. On her last day (Y/N) knocks at Hotch’s door.

“Hey, I wanted to say thank you. The time with you and all the others was amazing and I learned so many useful things for not only the academy but also for my daily life. I really had a glow-up here”, she says after coming in.

Hotch motions towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat, (Y/N). I got something for you. See it as a compensation for not getting paid for your internship. You really did great work and a better job than some agents, who are doing theirs for many years already but don’t know half the stuff you do. You are a valuable member to the team.”

“Wait, you speak in presence tense. I leave you all this afternoon, you know that, do you?” But the Unit Chief only gestures to a white envelope on his desk. Quickly the teenager takes it and reads it.

“Are you serious Hotchner? Because I will cry you a river if you joke”, she threatens him.

“I’m dead serious, (Y/N). Even though half of your talks are difficult to understand, the other half is twice as useful and important. Additionally to that, you are like a fresh breath of air that the team needed. That’s why a place here will be available for you as soon as you graduate from the academy. I trust you that you will pass with flying colors, I had to promise that to Strauss.”

“Of course, Hotch. I swear on my Animal Crossing Island that I will do my best and more. Thank you so much”, she leaps into his arms.

The others watch the interaction from the bullpen, pretending to not get teary eyed. Their favorite Gen Z Kid will come back to them after all.

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[weebswrites]

Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and  throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

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