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goosita · 4 months

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trying to work when you're sick as young!politician!snow's secretary would be hard, but not for the reason you might think

you've been sniffling since yesterday afternoon, but this morning when you woke up, you felt like you'd been hit by a train. every muscle in your body was sore, your throat hurt, your nose was running and you could tell you had at least a lowgrade fever. you glanced at your alarm clock next to your bed and groaned, seeing that you'd woken up just a little while before it was set to go off anyway.

you thought about calling in sick, but you've never done it before. were you supposed to call....coriolanus? directly? he was your only boss, you worked solely for him. but that thought made you feel even worse than your illness did. you knew that he had a busy day today full of meetings and work calls, and that you needed to be there to help organize his schedule. you couldn't stand the thought of disappointing him.

you sucked it up and took the hottest shower you could stand in efforts to clear your sinuses and stop the fever-induced chills wracking your body every few minutes. you knew coriolanus liked for you to look put-together in pretty dresses and heels, but today you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. you dressed in a loose blouse and pair of wide-leg trousers that felt comfortable enough, shoving your feet into flat shoes. good enough.

so now here you are, bundled in your sweater you keep at the office and trying hard to manifest that nobody will notice your red and raw nose or your watery eyes, least of all coriolanus. the wish goes ungranted, prayer unanswered as he strolls in and immediately stops and stares at you.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

"oh, um. just a little cold," you answer, voice nasally and much lower in pitch than normal. coriolanus frowns at you and shrugs his coat off, hanging it up and walking straight over to you to press the back of his hand to your forehead.

"you're burning up."

his lips turn down even further, not noticing the way you freeze at his sudden touch. coriolanus has been a lot more...touchy with you lately, but even still, this amount of concern is unexpected. his brows furrow at you, looking at you for a long moment. he carefully brushes your hair out of your face, looking over you and taking note of your outfit and general state. you can tell he notices that you've dressed much more comfortably than you usually would, and that your face is makeup-free and hair left at simply brushed through to undo any tangles.

"up," he tells you, gently lifting you out of your chair by your elbow.

"what?"

"let's get you home," he says gently, rubbing a warm and heavy hand up and down your back. "you're in no shape to be here today. i'll have my driver take you back to your apartment."

you look at him confused, unsure what to say. you're not sure if he's upset that you're sick or if he's more worried for your wellbeing, but it makes you anxious that he's acting so abrupt and unceremonious, almost as if you being sick is putting him on edge.

"coryo...?" you ask quietly. he freezes where he stands, having gone to grab your jacket off the coatrack. you watch as his entire demeanor softens.

"yes, miss y/n?"

you swallow hard, wincing at the pain it causes in your throat. "are...are you upset with me?"

coriolanus' eyebrows draw inward and upward at your question, quickly shaking his head.

"oh, no. no, of course not," he breathes, rushing over to help you slide into your coat. "i'm worried about you is all. i don't want you making yourself sicker by being here today, you're clearly very unwell. it's not your fault you're ill."

he carefully zips up your coat, grabbing his red scarf from the rack as well. before you can protest, he's draping it around your neck and tying it.

"for extra warmth," he explains. "it's freezing out there today."

the scarf is so soft where it's tucked beneath your chin, instantly adding more warmth where you need it. coriolanus gives you a tiny smile, lips closed but small dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

you're led to the car by him, his hand resting between your shoulder blades the entire time. coriolanus opens the car door for you to slide into the back seat, instructing his driver to take you home and make sure you get into your apartment safe and sound. his voice holds so much authority when he speaks to the driver, a deepness and sternness that's never present when he's addressing you.

by the time you reach your apartment and climb the steps up, there are several beautifully packaged boxes waiting for you at your door, as well as a single red, long-stemmed rose. you tilt your head and bring them inside, opening them one by one to find that coriolanus has had soup, bread, and medicine delivered to you. attached to the rose by a red satin ribbon is a note that simply reads:

"get well soon, darling"

#politician!coryo x secretary!reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coryo x you #coryo x reader #tbosbas #bosbas #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you

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aliensupastar · 1 year

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not wrong, but not right

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto/GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You do your best to keep your head down at your job. When that doesn't work, Carmy's there for you anyways.

Part II Part III

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, depiction of an eating disorder, vent fic, fainting, hospitals, slightly one-sided romantic feelings?

A/N: PLEASE mind the warnings! as mentioned, this is a vent fic with a reader that has an eating disorder. mostly made for my own comfort/self-indulgence, but i thought i’d post it anyways. title inspired by "ode to the mets" by the strokes, gif by heardchef <3

All things considered, your job could be worse. Honestly, you feel like you lucked out a bit, your hiring process being expedited due to Marcus being the one to recommend you to his boss, given that they needed new workers for their newly opened restaurant — you knew it was a good idea to stay in touch with that guy after high school.

Working front-of-house with Richie could get overwhelming, to say the least. Dealing with him your first few weeks took a lot of adjustment, and a lot of holding back from calling him every foul name in the book. But it all smoothened out eventually. Your coworkers were nice, the pay was decent, the train ride was short. And your boss… well, it didn’t hurt that your boss was nice to look at.

You’re a little embarrassed by it. You spend a little too much time looking at him when you’re supposed to be focused on your prep, and you always stop by the back office to say goodnight before you clock out, but you think you’ve kept it subtle enough to go unnoticed. You’ve gotten a little too good at that, going unnoticed.

“Need me to do anything else before I head out?” You lean against the doorway of the tiny office as you say it, backpack already on and your jacket draped over your arms. Carmy’s sitting in his desk chair, bent over some paperwork and looking a little surprised at your question.

“Uh, no, we’re good here. But if you wanna stick around for a bit, Syd and I are makin’ something out of the food we were gonna have to throw out tonight, you could take some of it home with you. Save time on dinner.” He offers with a small smile. You hate the temptation that immediately springs up in you, because you want so badly to take him up on it. The smell of food in the kitchen is always mouthwatering, and when Carmy’s making dishes instead of being on expo, it somehow smells even better.

You’ve never even tried Carmy’s cooking. You work for one of the most excellent chefs in the country, and you can’t even answer with an honest opinion when people ask you if the food at the restaurant is good.

Despite all that, you shake your head, using the excuse of wanting to catch your train before it gets dark out, and he takes that easily.

“Heard.” He nods, looking like he might want to say more. “Well, thank you, for showin’ up today. You were great.”

“Thank you, chef.” You reply, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the praise. “Goodnight, Carm.”

Before you can change your mind, you turn and walk away, clocking out quickly, but you still hear him say “Night!” from behind you.

When you make it onto a train car, safely on your way back to your apartment, you finally let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Maybe some other day, you think to yourself. It’ll be worth it to try the food some other day.

It had been one incident. That’s what you swore to yourself: one incident, one slip up, and it would never happen again. Besides, you think — or rather, hoped — Carmy’s forgotten about it. It was months ago, and things moved quickly in the restaurant, no time to dwell on things, especially not for the guy who has to run it.

You’d gone out to the back alley of The Bear for a short break. You’d seen the others do it a million times, mostly for smoke breaks, but you didn’t need a cigarette. You needed to sit down, give yourself a chance to catch your breath as your vision started to swim and your ears felt like they had been filled with cotton. And, well, usually you didn’t need breaks like that, usually you didn’t allow yourself to take them like the others did, but there was a lull between the lunch and dinner rush and Richie didn’t need your help in the front, so you quietly slipped out the back door while hastily putting your coat on. Just this once, you let yourself slump against the wall, sliding down until you were sat on the pavement. You don’t even remember your consciousness fading, just your heartbeat thrumming in your ears while your eyes slipped shut.

Carmy found you like that. He had barely noticed your extended absence, too busy catching up on more paperwork in his office before the dinner crowd poured in, and he decided he needed a smoke. It had almost startled him when he finally did notice you sitting there, your presence so quiet it took him a few seconds, before he also noticed you were asleep. He couldn’t blame you for that. He could use a fuckin’ nap these days.

Still, he walked over and leaned down, nudging your shoulder with his hand to rouse you, muttering a quiet “hey.” But you didn’t wake, not even after a couple more pokes. And then he started to worry.

When you came to, it was because of Carmy’s hands on both your cheeks, gently patting your face, his blue eyes wide with panic. You flinched a bit, startling at the realisation of what you'd done, swearing under your breath, and that was enough for Carmy to step back.

“You okay?” He asked, and you nodded quickly on instinct.

“I’m- fine. Yeah, I’m okay.” You stumbled over your assurance, knowing he didn’t quite believe you from the way he raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“What are you doing out here? You’re freezin’.” You bite your lip, embarrassed at being caught a bit red-handed, unconscious with your body temperature dropping. You’re usually better than that. Better at hiding behind smiles, concealer over your dark under-eyes, and excuses of being more of a big breakfast person to get out of eating family meals with the rest of your coworkers every afternoon.

“Just tired. I’m fine.” You reply, hoping that’d be enough of an excuse, because everyone here is a little exhausted all the time. You pull yourself to your feet once he stands up from crouching in front of you, trying to convince him to just brush it off. “I'm good to keep going.”

You almost think that he buys that, before he stares at you a little bit longer, and you try not to shrink under his gaze.

“People who are fine usually don’t take five minutes to wake up.” He says. You don’t have a comeback.

“Yes, chef,” is the only thing you can say as you turn and walk back into the kitchen quickly, avoiding eye contact with him and making it through the rest of the day without needing another break, and without giving him a chance to talk to you again before you clock out that day. You don’t even stop by the office to say goodnight.

It was months ago, one time, and it wasn’t supposed to happen again. Not at work, not in the middle of a rush. That was just your luck, you guess, that you would get caught up working front-of-house, running between taking orders with Richie and handing out plates whenever you heard somebody yelling “Hands!” in the back, all while you hadn’t had anything more than water and a coffee in the morning in… fuck, you lost count of the days again.

You pause to take deep breaths and sips of water when you can, but you guess it wasn’t often enough, because one second you’re picking up plates from the expo station and the next you’re collapsing, taking the dishes with you.

When you wake up in a hospital bed afterwards, Carmy’s there. Slumped over in a plastic chair that can’t be comfortable, clad in a familiar checkered wool jacket. He’s asleep, but he’s here, and you don’t have the heart to wake him. You have no idea how long you’ve been out, but your heart fills with equal parts guilt and gratitude at the fact that he’s likely been sat by your side for hours.

You turn your attention away from Carmy for a second, taking in the rest of your surroundings. The cotton hospital gown, the uncomfortably firm mattress beneath you, the beeping of an EKG to your left, and to your right-

Your breath catches when you see it. An IV bag, steadily dripping fluid into you through the needle in your arm, innocuous but sinister.

“Shit.” You breathe out. Now you’re panicking. Now you’re cursing yourself for not being able to hold it together long enough to get through a busy hour, and reaching for the bag to get a better look at the text that you hope and pray details it’s nutritional information, but you quickly snatch your hand back when the privacy curtain is peeled away by a nurse checking up on you.

The sound of the curtain rings scraping against metal wakes Carmy, and the nurse smiles apologetically before turning to you and explaining what you already guessed: you're in ketosis, you fainted due to low blood sugar levels and a high-stress environment, you should take it easy and eat when you get home. You’ll be discharged as soon as your IV bag is finished. Fuck. You nod and smile along with everything she says, lying through your teeth about merely skipping breakfast that morning and thanking her for her time until you can get her to leave you alone again.

Well, alone with your boss, who’s silent through the whole conversation.

You wait for a minute after the nurse leaves, before turning to your right and carefully lifting yourself onto your knees to tug the IV bag off its hook and flip it over, desperately scanning the printed text. You can’t even bring yourself to care that Carmy’s there anymore, even when you can feel his eyes on you, witnessing your silent panic. You can’t help it.

You swear under your breath once you find what you’re looking for. When you do the math in your head, it’s- fuck- it’s hundreds of calories that they’re pumping into you. You hang the bag up and sit back, defeated, unable to do anything but fiddle with the thin blanket draped over your legs and curse yourself for not being more careful.

“You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” Carmy asks gently after a few minutes, breaking the silence. You don’t know why that question makes your eyes fill with tears, even as you shake your head vehemently.

“Nothing’s going on, Carm. I’m okay.” You tell him, trying to keep your voice neutral. He pauses for a moment, making you think that maybe, just maybe, he’ll drop it.

“I know what ketosis means, chef.” You hate him a little bit for catching on. You were so sure you were flying under the radar, you could’ve kept your habits unnoticed if you had just not fainted again.

“Well, like I said, I skipped breakfast. I didn’t have time this morning.”

“Then why didn’t you eat family with us instead?” He insists.

“Because-“

“Why aren’t you eating, chef?”

You know he’s just concerned, as your boss, he can’t have you passing out at work so much. But you also can’t help the irritation that rises in you at his persistence.

“Fuck you, Carmen,” is all you can come back with, and he scoffs. “I felt weird intruding on family when I never eat with you guys normally. There. I’m sorry me not eating this one time got in the way of my job, it won’t happen again.” You try to explain, but you already know he’ll see through that.

“One time, along with the other time you fainted out back, and all the times you’ve refused to even taste a new dish we’re tryin’ out.” Your head snaps up, and you finally take a real look at him, taken aback by the fact that he would even be bothered to remember all that. He meets your irritation with nothing but softness in his eyes. “Talk to me.” He pleads.

You can’t take it. You tear up again, wanting, needing to fight against the temptation to tell him everything because, God, you don’t know how much more you can take.

“I can’t.” There’s no hiding your emotion anymore, your voice thick with tears. “Carmy- I- I can’t take it.”

“Take what?” He asks, his voice still gentle.

“Any of it!” You’re full on sobbing now, desperately trying to wipe away your tears with the back of your hand.

“Hey,” He almost coos, standing to move closer to your bed and wrapping his arms around you, bringing your head to rest on his firm chest, and you let him. You don’t object when his hand moves to pet the back of your head while you gasp for breath through your sobs, and he doesn’t object when your hands land on his back, clinging to the white t-shirt under his coat and relishing in the warmth radiating from him.

He doesn’t push you to say more. He holds you while you calm down, your breath evening out eventually, enough to speak straight.

“I can’t tell you, Carmy.” You finally say, practically whimpering. “I can’t get the help you’ll want me to get, because- I can’t stop. I don’t know how, I- I don’t know another way anymore.”

He doesn’t reply, at first, taking in a deep breath while he lets your words hang in the air.

“Okay.” He says quietly. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” You’re relieved at his acquiescence. You don’t think you can take fighting with your boss on top of everything else you have going on.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“Can I ask you to promise me something?” He continues, making you pause, before nodding hesitantly. “Let me look out for you. You don’t have to tell me anything, just- don’t keep going at it alone. You’ll just end up back here again. Or, y’know, half-breathing and unconscious in the back alley of my restaurant. Trust me, I know.”

You contemplate his words for a bit. You know he’s right, and you know you don’t want to end up in the hospital again. And maybe you owe him this one thing, for being here, for not pushing you like you expected him to, for not firing you after you interrupted his whole day with your bullshit.

“Okay,” You say. “I promise.” He breathes what you think is a sigh of relief, before leaning down and pressing his lips to the top of your head. You stay like that for a little while longer, silent except for the beeping EKG machine and your occasional sniffle.

“You’re freezing, you know that?” He says suddenly, and it makes you giggle; you haven’t held anyone close in a while, not long enough for them to notice you’re always cold to the touch. You know he’s smiling too, feeling his lips against your hair.

“Lookin’ out for me might mean letting me borrow this jacket every once in a while.”

“I’m okay with that.”

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto angst #hurt/comfort #angst #my writing #the shrimp that fried that rice

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captain-mj · 6 months

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Mob boss Ghost Waiter Soap Au

Soap gets a migraine at work while serving Ghost and goes to leave Ghost stops him because Soaps his favourite and is a little sus about why he’s leaving

Soap says he’s got a migraine and Ghost can either shoot him or let him go home either option would be preferable (migraines suck)

Ghost is smitten and kidnaps him (affectionate) to sleep it off in his soundproofed block out curtained room and king sized bed.

Ghosts mum used to get migraines so he knows how to help someone through them.

Hurt/comfort happy ending

I might be taking a bit of a step back from writing on here (less frequent writing but I'll answer questions/give hcs) for the next month, I'm going to be moving and trying my best to do a form of NaNoWriMo.

That being said, please still send me asks!! I'll do my best to do them!!

Ghost waited to be served. This restaurant was a personal favorite of his. Not because the food was particularly good, though it wasn't bad. It was because of his favorite waiter.

Johnny looked a tiny bit irritated to see Ghost. He walked over and stood over him. "What do you want?"

Ghost tilted his head. "That anyway to greet your favorite customer?"

Johnny sighed before plastering on a smile. There was a tension behind it, almost like a grimace. "Hey, Simon. How can I assist you today?"

Ghost tilted his head. "My usual is just fine. And a black coffee."

Johnny nodded and walked away, stumbling a tiny bit. He looked a bit pale as he came back to pour a cup of coffee for him.

Ghost watched him through his eyelashes. "Love, you alright?"

Johnny huffed at him. "I'm fine, sir. Don't worry." He accidentally spilled the coffee, hands shaking slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry." He grabbed napkins and started to fix the mess.

Ghost took it from him. "I got it. Don't worry about it, darling."

Johnny nodded and left.

A different waiter appeared to bring Ghost his food and he smiled. That fake customer service smile Ghost hated. He understood it was part of their job and he'd never judge them for it, but he hated it. A lot.

"Who are you?"

"Your waiter wasn't available to bring your order so I took over for you. I know he's your fa-"

"No. Why did he leave?"

The waiter was starting to get nervous, glancing at Ghost's hips like he had a gun on him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ghost, sir. Soap wasn't feeling well and"

Ghost waved his hand and stood. He noticed Johnny walking past and perked up. He followed him quickly. "Johnny."

"Simon." Johnny whined, looking even more pale. "Please. I have a migraine. I know you like having me as your waiter, but I'm in no condition to work. And one day, I'm not going to be working here and where will you be? Huh?" He huffed at him.

Ghost shrugged. "Well, what's wrong?"

Johnny frowned. "Migraines. I get them sometimes. Now, please, sir, I'm le-"

Ghost put his arm around him, easily pulling him into his side. He lowered his voice to a hush. "Why didn't you say so, love?" He gently tugged him along. "I'll give you a ride."

Johnny relaxed immediately. "Oh, thank god. I did not want to handle the bus like this." He knew Ghost wouldn't hurt him. It would disrupt their Tuesday routine of Ghost coming in and seeing his favorite waiter. Perhaps, if he was a bit more clear headed, he'd think about the potential ramifications of being seen with a local mob boss who was known for being short tempered and dangerous. But for now, the idea of a car ride, hopefully with the ac on blast and no music.

Ghost helped him into the backseat of his car. Johnny expected him to get in the driver's seat, but instead he climbed in with him. Someone else started to drive.

Some very soft piano music, just loud enough to drown out the gentle roar of the engine, was playing and Johnny decided that was alright. He tried to stay sitting despite the pounding growing in his temples and behind his eyes.

Ghost reached over, being very slow with his movements. Instead of speaking, afraid his voice would be too loud, he simply led him to lay down with his head in Ghost's lap.

Johnny whined. "Simon."

"Shh, Johnny. I got you." Ghost gently ran his fingers through his hair before finding one of the pressure points he remembered helped his mom. With a great amount of care and love, Ghost dug his fingers in and started to rub in gentle circles.

Johnny whined and went to fight him back before the relief started to seep in and he melted. "Fuck that's good."

Ghost grinned. He started with an area right behind his temples and then towards the back of his head. Once he felt he couldn't do much more there, he moved further down to his shoulders, specifically the place between them. Johnny's eyes fluttered as his body fully relaxed.

The car drove in circles until Johnny fell asleep. Ghost wanted plausible deniability about not knowing where Johnny lived. He picked him up in a bridal carry and brought him inside.

His room had black out curtains with sound proofed walls anyway, so it made sense to bring Johnny to his room. He put him in his bed and sat in a chair nearby. After a bit of thought, he decided not to smoke. The smell might make it worse.

Ghost kept a mini fridge in his room that luckily had some water bottles in it. He'd just have to wait for Johnny to wake up.

Johnny looked so peaceful. A little lamb. He relaxed more and snuggled into the blankets, sleeping peacefully.

He only got about an hour before a flare up woke him up. Ghost watched him with great interest. Despite the black out curtains, there was just a sliver of light in the room where Ghost had left it a cracked. Just enough for him to be able to see.

Johnny looked up in confusion before seeing him. He had a little color back in his face.

Ghost stood up and started to get closer. Johnny scrambled back from him. As if Ghost would ever raise a hand to him.

Quietly, he got him a drink and grabbed him by his ankle, pulling him closer easily.

"Here ya go." He handed him the bottle, watching the realization and then the embarrassment on Johnny's face. "Fell asleep before I thought to grab your address. I didn't want to go through your stuff."

Johnny looked at him for a moment before laughing, almost immediately wincing when he did. "You did it on purpose. I know you did."

"That's the store you'll tell everyone."

Johnny nodded. "Yes, sir. You keep all your guest rooms this dark?"

"You're not in a guest room."

Johnny looked up. "Not expecting any favors right?" Ghost must've looked as affronted as he felt because Johnny smiled. "Nah. Of course not. You're a nice guy."

Ghost hummed. "Most definitely not that." He closed the minifridge and then fixed the curtain, plunging them in to complete darkness. "I can leave, if you'd feel more comfortable."

"Can you do the thing with your hands again?"

Ghost didn't answer in words, just went over to him and shifted them around. He got in the bed with him and started to massage him gently. "There you go. I got you."

Johnny melted into him like putty. "Thank you."

"Course. Maybe you could stay for dinner."

"You keep doing this and absolutely I can."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Thinking about You... | JJK

Summary: Jungkook has been thinking about your future together Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k~ Warnings: No real warnings just some cute fluff and a little bit of suggestive comments. Author’s note: Just a little Drabble that I came up with last night after I had seen Jungkook live <3

I've been missing Jungkook like crazy that I feel almost a bit neglected. I know he's been busy working overseas but it seems like he hasn't really had time for me. He explained that he has a lot of things he has to accomplish while he's there but I can't help but miss him even more.

I feel like my hormones have been all out of wack for the past few days so that probably what's caused me to feel so needy, and with neediness that isn't taken care of comes insecurity. I kick my feet in frustration laying in the middle of our bed and pout for the zillionth time today. "I miss you" I say aloud hoping he might hear me.

*buzz buzz*

My train of thought is interrupted by the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand next to me. I flip over to check who it might be and quickly answer without a second glance.

"Kook!" I say so happy but still feeling upset at the fact that he can't be here. "How's my girl doing?" he says with a calm tone but still smiling, happy to see me too. "I miss you" is all I can say not really wanting to say how sad I've been but he can probably tell by my body language.

"Aw baby I miss you too" he says setting the phone down on the table in his hotel room and taking a seat. "Have you eaten yet?" I ask seeing how worn down he looks. "No I skipped my meals today" he says owning up to his negligence.

"Baby! You can't be doing that!" I scold, upset that he hasn't been taking care of himself. "It's okay, we had a huge company dinner last night and I also had to go out to lunch with a few of our clients before that too so I've been eating plenty, don't worry" he says with a sluggish smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I question again still concerned for him. "I'm fine love, I promise, I'm just really tired from all the work that we've been doing here. Plus my boss said that if I finish up with all of the tasks that I've been assigned that I could probably come home a few days early" he smiles as he sees my eyes light up at the thought of him coming home.

"Really?" I question, so hopeful that that'll be the case. "Really really" he says admiring me as much as he's able to through the screen. "What time is it over there?" I ask too tired to check my clock app where I had saved the timezone he was in this time. "It's pretty late" he says simply, not giving a clear answer.

"Well shouldn't you be going to bed then?" I say now concerned that I might be keeping him up. "No no I'm okay, I wanna talk to my girl for a bit. I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to call you these past few day" he says pouting at me. "I hope you know how much I think about you" he says playing with his fingers on the table, feeling shy at his sudden confession

"Baby..." I let out about to tell him the same but he continues. "You know that I'm doing all of this for you right? You're my number one priority, don't forget that" he says tilting his head and paying close attention to me again.

"Are you trying to make me cry over here?" I say laughing as I feel myself start to tear up at his sentiments. "No that wasn't my intention but you know I think you look so pretty when you cry, especially when you're laying under me and I-" "Jungkook" I say getting embarrassed by his sudden switch up.

He chuckles a bit at my reaction and continues "Sorry love I just wanted to make sure you weren't really gonna cry" he says smiling at me cheekily. "Anyways I have a surprise for you when I come home!" he says with a big bunny smile.

"A surprise? What kind? You know you don't have to get me something every time you go away right?" I say giggling at his clear excitement.

"Trust me you're gonna want this one" he continues scrunching up his nose. "Cryptic but okay" I say and laugh it off and changing the subject.

"What have you guys been doing over there? Is everything running smoothly?" I question laying on my side and propping the phone up on the nightstand so I can lay down comfortably.

"Yeah everything is fine but I don't wanna talk about work right now, I wanna know how you're doing. What have you been up to?" he asks and grabs a mug of ice and starts to poor himself a Highball, no doubt in an effort to help him wind down.

I start telling him about the things I've been doing since the last time we spoke, I don't really get up to much except for the part time job I got not too long ago at a little boutique downtown. I insisted on getting it so I could have something to occupy my time even thought he didn't like it.

He has assured me time and time again that I don't need to work since he makes enough money for the both of us but I said I wanted to at least be able to take care of any personal expenses I may have like when I go out shopping on my own, it's the least I could do.

I'm not a gold digger and I don't intend on living off of my boyfriend even though he always tells me that he wishes I would rely on him more.

"You really like that job don't you?" he smile sleepily. I nod my head "Yeah the ladies that work there are so nice and the customers are so sweet as well! It's nice to be able to get out of the house and be productive with my time" I say and snuggle under the covers even more.

"Well what about if we decide to have a baby? Would you still want to work there?" he asks out of the blue.

"I'm sorry what?" I say jolting up and fully facing my body towards the camera. "I'm just asking hypothetically if we had decided to have a baby one day would you still want to work or would you finally let me take care of you?" he clarifies.

We've talked about having children in the past but it's been a few years since that topic has been brought up. "You want to have a baby together still right?" he asks now sounding a bit insecure.

"Oh my gosh baby yes, yes of course I do! I'm sorry you just caught me off guard that's all" I say rushing to answer, not wanting him to feel like I don't want the same thing.

"Remember though marriage first then babies" I say and he laughs at my old fashioned ways. "I know I'm just checking, we haven't talked about that stuff in a while and it's been on my mind lately" he admits.

"What made you suddenly start to think about it?" I question, curious to see where his head is at. "I don't know, I think I've just noticed a lot of young couples with kids lately and it reminded me how much I want that for us" he says starting to get a bit shy with the alcohol clearly taking it's toll on him.

"We would make some pretty cute babies huh?" I say going to lay back down. "Yeah we would" he says nodding in agreement, "I'm looking forward to the process of making one with you though more than anything" he says sporting a cheeky smile yet again. I give him a glare, clearly not amused with the taunting since we aren't able to act on it yet.

"Jeon Jungkook" I say in a warning tone, "Okay that's the last one I swear I won't tease you anymore" he says giggling clearly satisfied with my reaction.

We continue on with our call for a few more minutes before Jungkook makes his way over to his bed and mirrors me once he finally lies down. We continue on mumbling sleepily to each other before he decides we should call it a night and we end the call after a few 'I love yous' and 'sweet dreams'.

Jungkook gets up to check on the surprise one more time and crouches down on the floor to unzip his carry on bag and dig for the little box sitting at the bottom of it.

Opening it he sees the gorgeous engagement ring he had ordered for you months ago and ended up being one of the many tasks he had to carry out over seas. It worked out in his favor that his business trip ended up being in the same city that he had to go to to pick up the ring.

"Please say yes" he pleads to himself, desperate to hear your answer, but in his heart he knows that you want nothing more than to spend the rest of your life together.

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Please start the thots early!

I need one for Firefighter Bradley because we had ! student pull the fire alarm today at school. (At least we got to see some hunky firefighters today)

So my thot for that, Firefighter Bradley responding to a fire call at his girl's place of work and him being absolutely beside himself because he doesn't know where she's at or if she's. Turns into him fucking her slowly that night when they are both home because he needs to ground himself and be in the moment with her.

Omggg this had me giggling and kicking my feet because she had warned him that today was going to be busy, she probably wouldn’t be able to respond to texts much, but when he’s on his way to the call and she’s still not answering him? — His heart’s thundering in his chest and you’re right, he’s just beside himself.

Even more so when it turns out that it’s not a drill, that there is a fire. Albeit a minor one, when he’s asking your boss if anyone has seen you and he’s met with a confused face, he’s struggling to keep his composure.

They’re taught not to bring emotions into their work, it makes things all the more dangerous, and he does his best to keep his head clear. It’s barely a fire worth responding to, something that could’ve been contained with the fire extinguisher in the chemistry class, but they’re there anyway.

He’s just about ready to start tearing his head out when he still hasn’t heard from you once they’re giving the all clear in the building. He’s certain that there’s something they must have missed.

But then he catches a glimpse of you just as he’s walking out to the fire point to tell everyone they can head back inside. Already, when he’s headed towards you with long strides and the colour faded from his cheeks, you try to tell him no — not at work. You gasp, eyes going wide as he throws his arms around you and lifts, damn near cutting off your airflow from his grip around your middle.

“Bradley, no, no, no — put me down — no,” You whisper to him, trying to tug your dress down to keep it at an appropriate length as he presses his face to the side of your neck and exhales in relief. “I’m fine. Put me down.”

He sets you back on your feet and you can feel everyone’s eyes burning into you. As much as you might enjoy the envious looks from your colleagues, you know that this’ll stir up some interesting questions from your students.

Bradley’s still invading your space, standing too close and looking down at you with his brows knitted together. “You scared me. You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I left it in my classroom, I’m sorry.” You swallow, taking a step back and patting, almost platonically at his chest.

He steps forwards and kisses you anyway. Cupping your face in his hands, it’s chaste enough to happen in front of the kids. He pulls back and strokes his thumbs over your cheeks, then finally lets you go and steps back.

“Panic over!” He calls out to the staff and students, leaving you there, burning with something that isn’t quite embarrassment but leaves you feeling hot anyway. “You can head back inside now!”

“Is that your boyfriend?” One of your kids whispers excitedly.

Bradley looks between them and you, smiling as he leaves you to answer that one all by yourself. Later that night, you smack at his bare chest as he kneels over you,

“Do you know how many questions I had to answer today because of you?”

He nods his head and strokes his thumbs over your cheeks, soft but in no way sorry. “I just needed to hold you,” He murmurs, taking one hand away from your face to guide your thigh around his waist. He swallows softly, brows knitting together like he’s trying to focus. “Don’t know what I would’ve done if—“

You frown at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him against you. He inhales slowly, making the most of you being here, safe, in his arms. You kiss the side of his neck softly. “Don’t talk like that, I’m just fine. I’m right here.”

There was a bad incident on the job last week, he has only managed to talk to you about it once and you know that it had shaken him a little. He hadn’t ever been phased by these kind of things until he had someone to lose.

“You had me so worried,” He mumbles, curling his fists into your sweatshirt and tugging you closer to him. “Gonna make me think twice about letting you out of my sight again, baby.”

You chuckle softly, squeezing your arms around him, “Oh, is that right? — What are you going to do, keep me cuffed to the bed?”

He pushes the fabric up, nudging his fingertips along the bare skin underneath. There’s something so serious in his eyes, even when he’s still trying to keep things light with you. He gives a small shake of his head.

“Cuffed to me, I think.” He mumbles, half-heartedly trying to joke with you. Your brows furrow softly, trying to get a read on him.

“Bradley,”

“Mm?” He swallows dryly, watching his fingers smooth along your soft stomach rather than looking you in the eye.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly.

Finally, he looks at you, staring you on the face like he’s trying to come up with an answer rather than just saying what’s really on his mind. He exhales unsteadily and shakes his head.

“Yeah,” He decides softly, “C’mere, baby. I just need — need…” He exhales, frustrated as he searches for the word. Sex isn’t it, even though that’s where this is headed. “I just wanna be close to you.”

You nod at him. It’s slow, you can feel him trying to control himself, like he’s savouring his time with you. You want to just shake him and tell him that you’re going to be fine, but you let him continue anyway.

He sighs softly as he slips finally into you, lifting you off of the mattress so that he can hug his arms around you. Resting his head against your chest, he rocks his hips slowly.

“I love you,” You tell him softly, smoothing your fingers over the taut muscles in his shoulders. “Thank you for caring about me so much. I’m lucky to have you.”

He holds you tighter, turning his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips lazily to your skin. “I love you too, baby. Don’t you scare me like that again.”

Smiling, your fingers card delicately through his curls as you give a quick shake of your head, “I won’t.”

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nashusglasses · 9 months

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it's always a surprise when the tide comes in

note: this is a writing exercise for exposition. I hate hate HATEEEEE writing it!! it makes my skin crawl i just want everything to happen at once!!!! -_- anywho. this story is the background story of this drabble

i love the idea of gojo in an office setting bc he’s already so silly like that would be a 10 times silly buff. Also the thought of him and yuuji having deep conversations about pop culture scratches a very good itch in my heart :3

note 2: this is literally yuuji n gojo in this au im going to HURL !!!

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. work husband au (or, "you keep being suggestive in front of all our coworkers to the point where everyone knows we're not dating but we COULD be and it's silly so I'll go along with it!!!! ...wait why are you asking me out on an actual date?" au) WARNINGS. twilight references. shitting as a threat. hime n gojo hating each other bc they both love oc =3= SUMMARY. He’s a liar, but only for good reason. WORD COUNT. 2.5k

Someone is going to die today.

You’d been so diligent in choosing your hiding spot in the break room fridge. Your one yogurt cup—the one with the strawberry bits swirled in the vanilla—sitting behind the giant bottle of mustard at the bottom of the fridge door shelf. Gone. You try in vain to scour for your snack, but there’s nothing else save for labeled Tupperware and three quarters of a cake from Mei Mei’s birthday celebration yesterday.

The list of culprits shouldn’t be that long, anyway.

First: Nanami. He wouldn’t. Your boss is built on black coffee and the occasional vegan bao from the restaurant across the street. You’ve never seen him eat anything else.

Utahime, the freak owner of the mustard bottle because she eats it with her pretzels, is lactose-intolerant. There’s no way she’s risking an explosive gut when she’s always busy at reception.

Nobara’s too new to the office to try inciting violence against her seniors. You’d probably let her off the hook, regardless—she’s too hardworking to stay mad at.

You’d brood more over The Case of Your Missing Yogurt, but Satoru’s loud talking at the lunch table cuts right through your ruminations.

“—like I know it’s personal preference, but I think it’s so lazy,” he grumbles. “My uncle: Hiro. His son? Hiro, junior. God. Corny people piss me off.”

“Right.” Yuuji, the other new junior associate, hangs off Satoru’s every word. “It’s kind of like Bella from Twilight.”

Satoru slaps the table with passion. Yuuji hastily clings to his cup of coffee from spilling over. “Exactly, Yuuji. Exactly! You named your kid not only after the dad but also your ex who wasn’t even your ex?! The combination didn’t even sound good.”

“Edward Jacob,” Yuuji recalls.

“Disgusting.” Satoru shivers. “I don’t—Jesus. Don’t let me think about that. It’s so vile.”

You close the fridge door, trek a sad path to the chair next to Satoru. Yuuji gives you a quick smile. You decide to scheme your murder plan later, because now you just want to pinch Yuuji’s cheeks off—your juniors are so cute! “Hello,” he greets politely.

Satoru sneaks an arm around your shoulders, resting it on the back of the chair. “What’s up with you?”

Is your sadness that obvious? God, you were waiting for that yogurt all morning.

“I’ll tell you later,” you say, because you might start languishing if you think one more second about your lost snack. “Hi, Yuuji. What were you guys saying about naming babies?”

Satoru huffs. “I hate parents who name their kids stupid names.”

(Yuuji takes a sip of coffee.)

“You wouldn’t do that with our kids, right?” Satoru asks you next.

(Yuuji, promptly, chokes on his coffee.)

“Absolutely not,” you answer, just as nonchalant.

“Hek.” Yuuji dissolves into five seconds of hard coughing. “You—you two are married?”

“Nope,” you both chirp at the same time.

The poor boy just stares, coffee blushing on his shirt. “Ah,” he says. “I see.”

Satoru shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong. I’d have babies with her. But she makes my coffee wrong every time I ask for it. I don’t think I could share my bank account with someone like that.”

Yuuji looks at you for a response. You reach over to pat his hand. “Don’t listen to him. You just keep working hard. And don’t tell Nanami that we gossip too much.”

“Right. I guess—well.” Yuuji stammers. “Does..? Am I? Is this… a secret?”

He sticks a hesitant finger up, pointing it at you, then at Satoru. Satoru wiggles a finger right back.

“Whatever Utahime tells you is wrong,” Satoru says, and Yuuji stares at him like he’s waiting for an explanation, but all Satoru does is wave him off. “Lunch is done.”

“Oh. Right.” Yuuji stands up, bows quickly, then remembers his mug. He runs to the sink to drop it off, then says, “I’ll–I’ll be careful around Utahime!”

He doesn’t wait for a response; he scampers out the room like he’s got a secret to share.

Satoru’s always been lax with new hires—you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d explained his entire life story to Yuuji in the last hour. But his ongoing charade of touting you as his much-more-than-coworker co-worker is the oldest secret of Office Drama there is.

Utahime, your best and first co-worker friend who worked in the same room with you as clerks. Satoru, whose first day was the last day of your probation period, booted her out of the office because she got the full-time reception position she applied for. He proved himself a competent coworker. Steadfast in work ethic, a little too up the ass about gelling his hair properly in the morning. Had to look good to do good, he claimed.

Utahime’s been out for his ass ever since, complaining that he was using his good looks to steal you away from her. Satoru took the bait right away. Made it his mission everyday to make Utahime green with explosive jealousy for having taken her rightful spot as your Worker Bestie for the Resties.

It started with the little gestures. A gentle hand on your lower back when you passed by reception (Utahime, who zeroed in on the touch from her desk, scoffing loudly). Complimenting your outfit choice of the day (“I think she’s beautiful everyday!”). Making you laugh with his stupid Arnold Schwarzenegger impressions (she hated this the most; she said he sounded like an ugly troll).

“That’s the love of my life you cad!” Utahime bellowed, once, when Satoru trailed after you from the elevator one morning. Nanami said she had to stop playing sad Drake songs every morning when you passed by her desk because the melancholy brought the office morale down.

“You know I take good care of her,” Satoru called back. “And nobody says cad anymore, harlot!”

(They insulted each other for two more minutes using outdated expletives. After Nanami came to intervene, you gave him five bucks for his vegan bao to calm him down.)

You don’t really know when Satoru’s attempts to establish workplace dominance turned into straight-up flirting, though. Utahime didn’t need to be around anymore for him to butter you up. He’d leave little sticky notes he left on your monitor to remind you about deadlines, the next fire drill, drawing those little hearts at the ends of his sentences. The hand on your back turning into an arm draped on your shoulder.

You told Utahime about it when Satoru took a sick day. She was livid. Then, immediately, she started tearing up.

“So I’m demoted from Bestie for the Resties and he’s trying to get into your pants?!” She moaned, sliding dramatically down her chair in the lunch room. “I’m going to pass away right now.”

“It’s not like he’s being serious,” you contended.

Utahime gave you a hard look. “Please don’t tell me you actually believe that.”

You looked at her blankly. Wholly unfazed, because you really did believe Satoru had no other motive. He was just your stupid coworker–who sat across from you and did nice things and said nice stuff and you were pretty sure the older lady from accounting had a crush on him, anyway.

“It’s nothing,” you decided, and Utahime shook her head, scoffing.

“Look. That garbage can’s been going after you since day one. You may not see it, but I have eyes, my pumpy-wumpkin bugaboo.” She tapped your nose. “You owe me twenty when you see I’m right.”

And that was all she had to say about it.

If anything, you figure it’s better for Yuuji to learn right from the source than be wrongfully convinced by Utahime that Satoru was a piece of shit homewrecker who lived to piss her off. Regardless of whatever lie is being fed to the junior staffers, there is one universal truth: you are the crowned jewel of this office floor, and that means everyone’s being lit on fire till you find the person who stole your fucking yogurt.

The second the door closes behind Yuuji, you glare daggers at Satoru. He still has his arm around you.

“I might kill you,” you start.

“You say that everyday.” Satoru grins. “Don’t tell me the thought of having my babies scares you that much.”

Steam might actually blow out of your ears. “That’s not—stop trying to confuse me! My yogurt! It’s gone from the fridge!”

Satoru stares at you. Then his face morphs into a mix of shock and disbelief, and he screeches: “Are you saying I took it?!”

You sag in your seat, give him a look that tells him he should just confess before you find the closest sharp thing in this room. He just levels your stare with the same offended look, and you give in first because you don’t have time to argue anymore. Lunch really is over.

“Fine,” you sneer. “But if I find anything incriminating I will crucify you.”

Satoru fakes a shiver. “Ooh. Threaten me again. I can take it.”

He screams when you pinch the sensitive spot just below his armpit.

Right when the clock hits 4:59, Satoru hauls himself up from his seat.

“Meet me outside. I’m getting my stuff then ripping ass in the bathroom,” Satoru tells you.

You snort. “Which one?”

“The one closest to the elevators.” In other words, right next to reception where Utahime is closing right now. Satoru is nothing if not calculating in his efforts to vex that poor woman. “See you.”

At this point in the day, the despair of losing your yogurt has simmered down to lazy indifference. You’ll just have to interrogate everyone tomorrow. Maybe print out a missing yogurt paper to stick on the fridge with no reward but your sincere gratitude and the promise to stick out for their missing lunch, should the same depravity befall them too.

You turn your monitor off, make sure your desk is neat. Swiping off any crumbs from Satoru’s desk because he snuck in a sandwich today after forgetting to eat when he was talking to Yuuji.

And then you see it.

The silver shine of ripped plastic in the trash.

At first, you’re skeptical. You’re too tired to spark another match of anger. But surely enough, when you hunch over to look, an empty can of yogurt sits innocent, perfect. All your strawberry vanilla goodness wiped clean.

You think of all the spectacular ways you could beat the shit out of Satoru, because he didn’t only lie; he thought you were stupid enough not to see the evidence right across from you. He could have at least thrown it into Mei Mei’s trash. Snuck it into Yuuji’s bag when he wasn’t looking. If there’s one thing you hate, it’s being underestimated.

So when you meet Satoru outside the elevators, the first thing you say is:

“You’re a giant fucking oaf and I want you to stay exactly one metre away from me till we get to our cars.”

He always parks his car next to yours.

“O-kay.” He puts his hands up in surrender, maintaining his distance. “Actually, that’s a good thing. My ass. It’s weeping. Ow.”

You quickly realize that this is the best course of action you could have taken, because you know the one thing Satoru hates, and it’s being ignored.

And you do it well.

“Your hair looks pretty today,” he says when you step out into the garage.

“I like the jeans you picked out,” he notes when you walk ahead without him.

“I’m going to crash my car into the first pole I see,” he whines the second you reach your car, and he traps you against the door with a hand pressed above the window. Distant enough to keep you comfortable, but you still feel more warmth than you’ve ever felt from him before. Like those slow burn romances where the lead slyly flirts with the pretty girl he’s been chasing for two seasons, except you’re one second away from kneeing his balls into painful oblivion. “Why are you being mean?”

You cross your arms. “Because you lied.”

“About?”

“You know what about!”

He clicks his tongue. Then his eyebrows lift in realization. “Ah.”

You wait for him to continue. Maybe you’d ask him to go down on his knees, get those nice linen pants dirty with grime and dust just to gloat about his passion for you and only you. You’ll partake in his drama for the sake of an inflated ego. But all he does is smile, and he’s got a handsome face, and for some reason, you’ve got nothing for rebuttal.

“So I have a confession to make,” he starts.

You nod.

“I did eat your yogurt. Don’t say anything yet!” Satoru interrupts your open mouth. “I just. I didn’t think you’d be too upset.”

“Hm,” you concede. “Go on.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

This is too easy. You feel like an ant trapped in a glass jar. You’re used to the bickering, the roundabout conversation because somehow, he always makes you laugh. Your conversations are never serious.

But this. This feels serious.

“How?” You ask, gut heavy with dread, anticipation.

“I’ll take you out for lunch,” he suggests, and you wait a heartbeat for him to tack on a sike, I’m broke, but he almost looks nervous. Like he wants so badly for you to understand something he knows so well.

“It–um. Like… tomorrow we go across the street and get those baos Nanami loves so much?”

You’re stalling. Satoru laughs. You think you’re starting to like the way he looms over you like this.

“Like on the weekend, I pick you up, and we both look pretty, and you say you’re paying but then I slap your hand away from your card, and I pay because I need to give you a good impression,” he rambles.

“You don’t need to give me a good impression.” You’re almost breathless. “You–you…”

Satoru tilts his head, and it’s annoyingly charming. “Me?”

“I thought–I thought we–this is just–it’s you and me?” You stumble. He watches you shift your feet. Takes his hand off your car, uncrosses your arms with a tug on your wrist. You think he’s about to hold your hand, but he pulls away at the last second.

“It’s always been you and me,” he repeats. Then scratches the back of his head because you think he’s floundering, too. “Just not for everyone else this time.”

You think you might genuinely explode. All your synapses stretch to the absolute limit, you’re almost convinced you’ll bleed from your ears. “You’re being serious.”

He nods. There’s zero indication that he understands the gravity of the situation. But it’s quiet in this garage. You hear it then, the tapping his shoe makes when he’s impatient.

“When–when you told Yuuji about sharing bank accounts,” you continue.

“Okay I’m not in that deep,” Satoru defends. “Well. Who knows. Maybe I could be.”

You shove his shoulder. “You can’t just say that!”

“You’re so violent.” He rubs the spot you’ve tainted. As if you did any damage. He’s just doing it to fuck with you. “Do you hit all the guys you’re into?”

“Are you trying to make me say no?” That’s a lie. You know this. You’re just still in shock that you might actually owe Utahime twenty bucks. Satoru clicks his teeth.

“Look. You don’t have to answer me now. And I’ll buy you your yogurt back.” He digs in his bag, taking his car keys out. “Just… let me know, okay?”

He lingers in his spot. He’s not the main character in this romance scene, though. It’s you, the unforgiving lead who can’t decide what they want for themselves, and when the opportunity comes for a new start, they stand frozen in time. All those past mistakes a whirlwind behind you, threatening your security, and the glass breaks, and all of a sudden you’re in a garage, making a fool of yourself in front of the character who never deserved a bad ending. You wouldn’t do that to him.

“If I say yes,” you murmur. Satoru perks up instantly. “Can I choose where we go?”

“Depends. Do they have free ice cream for dessert?”

Of course that would be his only stipulation. You’re glad he’s easy to feed. “Probably.”

Satoru nods. He clicks his car unlocked. “If you say yes,” he repeats, rounding the back of his car to the driver’s seat, “I’ll go anywhere for you.”

He leaves you gawping. You watch him open his door, sit down. Adjusting the air conditioner high because you know he’s always blasting it. He doesn’t roll the window down to say bye, just pulls from his spot, and you mind your feet, mind the way he waves at you, but not as enthused as he usually is with it.

You stand there, thinking about your yogurt, and about Utahime’s face when you tell her you’ll say yes.

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 2 days

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I'm back again. Today we start with a bang, with surprises and with a thousand questions as if we weren't already asking ourselves enough. Vivienne has released the Teaser Trailer for the last (hopefully not) episodes of the second season. Looking at it I immediately started hopping all over my fucking house for the euphoria it gave me and the curiosity it left me with. I'm here to analyze this Trailer with you and to talk about the little theories that come to mind.

Let's start right away by saying from the beginning where the I.M.P group starts makes me already understand that these five episodes will be hard for all of us, a great adventure where we would truly be left speechless, then I believe in Vivzie's great work, so I don't believe that I will be disappointed (my opinion). In fact, we can already see that Blitz and Fizz go out together, perhaps to reconnect with him after the sixth and seventh episodes of the second season. This left me quite touched. I love Fizzarolli, he is my favorite character from Helluva Boss and seeing him again makes me very happy, and I can only imagine the laughter his presence will bring out of me.

But I noticed that these five episodes will ultimately focus on the Lust ring. From the outing with Fizzarolli and Blitz, there's also what looks like a battle between Moxxie and Millie with someone whose face we don't know, do you think it's Stricker again? I don't know, I don't see why he should go to the Lust ring to capture Stolas again, unless his plan is to change as we saw in the fourth episode "Western Energy". Or it could be a new Villain or one already seen in the series, I really can't give a reasonable answer.

But we can all agree that the agents from episode six "Truth Seekers" will be back! We already knew this note because of a post on X (Twitter) but I never expected that they would target the Cherubs from episode four "C.H.E.R.U.B." our little angels that we had abandoned and no longer knew anything about. There were those who theorized that they ended up in hell after they (mistakenly) killed a human being who they should have saved. But seeing them like this again I can only think that they just wandered the earth. So you mean to tell me that these little cherubs banished from paradise didn't end up in hell but remained wanderers on earth? It's a question that needs a clear answer. I really couldn't explain this. We only know that the two agents took them, but the question is: for what purpose? Someone might answer me: "To prove that angels exist like demons" Which is not a wrong answer, at all. But I believe there is more. Especially after we see that Blitz and the others are going to visit them.

If I have to tell you my opinion, it could also be that the agents kidnap the cherubs to prove their existence to humanity, but it wouldn't make sense. In short, how does this connect them to our little demons? I know that the I.M.P group are not the only major protagonists. An example was the episodes "OOPS" and "Mammon's Magnificent musical mid-season" where the main protagonists were Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, but which still made sure that these characters involved the main protagonists. So it makes me think: What if the cherubs and the agents made an alliance? An alliance to take revenge on the demons? I would not know. I could continue to theorize about these images, but I think we'll be here until late so better move on, then of course let me know what you think. (Anyway please tell me this picture doesn't remind you of Moxxie and Blitz when they were kidnapped)

Let's move to this image where a reference to GhostBusters will clearly be made. Blitz's disguise is as usual flashy and makes me laugh, but this episode (Which we know will be called: GhostFuckers) is the one that left me speechless most of all. In the confusing sense. In short, we see very little, except for a character who apparently will also be a new Villain, but even if they are connected I wonder where this episode will be set. We have now seen that all these five episodes will move to different rings of hell. I really hope to see the princes or princesses of these rings, and see if they will actually be Villains (I hope so). But I also hope to see the main characteristics of these rings, how will they get there? still with the big elevator? Or with another means of transport?

Now. We have our own villain. He has a human appearance, but we then discover that he is an infernal being, of a marine shape, so it makes me think that he comes from the Greed ring, only that we need to understand how he arrived in the human world. Our protagonists arrive there with Stolas's grimoire, but what about him? Is there another means of transport as we said before, but on earth? Different from the grimoire, and the crystals of Asmodeus?

Now we have him. Yes exactly. For those who have seen the Pilot of Hazbin Hotel you might recognize this bird, it is the same one that appears when Vaggie tells Angel about Alastor and then there is an image that frames all the Overloards, and there is also this character (What a continuation If I don't understand the name, I still listen to Helluva episodes in English, even though I'm of a completely different nationality. Sorry if I couldn't understand the name, if anyone knows please write to me 🙏🏼). He seems to know Stolas who instead has nothing to do with the Overlords as he is only the prince of a very powerful lineage. Maybe he changed roles? Maybe he is no longer an Overloard but a simple demon also from a noble and powerful family? But above all, what he want from Stolas?

Though noting very carefully, one can see what appears to be an apple and a snake beneath him. Characteristics of Lucifer. Maybe the characters of Helluva Boss will clash with those of Hazbin Hotel? And maybe Lucifer himself? Or maybe just in his castle for a strange reunion? Let's fantasize about it.

Then obviously I say reunion because afterwards I see this and it makes me think that it has to do with Andrephaleus' plan (it will definitely be spelled badly, sorry). Only if this demon is actually from another powerful family, I don't understand what he gets from the ice demon. Or maybe he has a score to settle with Stolas and Andrephaleus is helping him. I really don't know what to think...

However it seems to have a pretentious tone. He wants something at all costs. What will he want?😱

Now the crucial moment. This part. Perhaps the most painful? I can well imagine that we will find this in the episode "The Full Moon" the one we are anxiously awaiting, having to focus solely on Stolas and Blitz and their relationship which MAYBE is about to end. In this image I can well understand when Blitz says "Like you can just play with our feelings cause we're smaller and not as important" and my heart breaks. Making us remember on the one hand also when Fizz said identical words to Blitz in episode six of the second season "OOPS" but also wanting to hide that not everyone is like that, will Stolas be like that too? (The answer is obviously yes, but let's see how long it will take Blitz to figure it out). However, I think the first few episodes are focused on Blitz, his past and his character that harms people. An example is when he ends up (apparently) fighting with Millie and they have this conversation and Blitz ends up admitting it, even though I don't understand the reason for a fight.

I'm really worried about Blitz as he is a character who has a lot to tell, and perhaps the one with the most flaws who can't improve, but who is still trying. I don't want to justify it though, everyone has their own opinions on the characters and is free to have them. Personally, I love the character of Blitz, seeing myself a little in him, and anyone else who sees themselves in the little devil can understand what it means to hurt others even when you don't want to. So to see him grow or change is something I'm really looking forward to seeing.

Now I have to leave you like this because I can't post any more images but I will make a part two!! See you later!!

-Sorry for my english!!

#helluva boss season 2 #mammon helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss #helluva fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #trailer #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss millie #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss stolas #spoiler #wtf

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flintox · 5 months

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Eviction Duty. [Story + Illustration.]

"Latte, with extra cream, extra hazelnut syrup and a pinch of cinnamon." Gaius placed the warm cup on the desk carefully, along with a small brown paper bag, stained with spots of grease. "And a cheesy pastry." The towering mouse said, not daring to try to pronounce the name of the weird cheese egg bread thing he'd just delivered.

"Mhm-" Without a word the older mouse reached across the desk, grabbed the cup and took a sip without looking up from her tablet.

Gaius stood there silently, hands behind his back and a professional smile on his face. The day was almost over and he was hoping that he might be let off early or get some easy job that didn't take too much time. Usually, Miss Haytham-Trench didn't have too much for him to do so late in the day, only simple stuff like helping clean up. Miss Haytham-Trench had a bad habit of dropping pens and often had him pick them up for her. Or giving her a shoulder massage, evidently she had really bad shoulders and far too little time to go to a spa so she would have Gaius massage them for her...and her feet, and occasionally her back.

Miss Haytham-Trench glanced up from her tablet, locking eyes onto Gaius. "I'm gonna be leaving early today."

He lit up. If she was leaving early that meant he was leaving early. "Oh?"

"It's the anniversary of my marriage to my husband." She said flatly as she packed up the tablet and reached across the desk to grab her handbag.

"Nice! Congratulations!" Gaius smiled.

She smiled back as she slowly leaned forward across the desk, resting her chin on her palm and kicking up her legs, staring back at Gaius through a half lidded stare. "Are you...busy tonight, Mr. Prince?" The black suit dressed mouse leaned back, sighing softly as she ran a hand down her torso, smoothing out the creases the clothing made around her considerable curves. "I might have some...overtime assignments I need help with."

"Well uh-" He tensed up. Gaius felt his hands get clammy. "I already made plans with some friends, actually. Going to see a movie-" The mouse quickly answered, eager to escape any overtime work.

Her stare intensified, showing a hint of annoyance. "I don't think you understand." the older mouse mused as she slowly undid a top button on her shirt. "I need someone large and strong to help me~"

He swallowed back his nerves, tugging on the collar of his tight white shirt. This happened quite often. Gaius, despite being a mouse, was tall and broadly built. Miss Haytham-Trench, (or Kathrine, a first name that Gaius didn’t feel he knew her well enough to refer to her with.) had once joked about him having been a bull in his previous life before asking if he wanted to be a bull in this life too, to which Gaius had answered that he was quite happy being a mouse. Since he was the big tall strong person in the work group or friend group he was often picked out to help with heavy lifting. "S-sorry Miss." The mouse said sheepishly. "I already paid for tickets and everything."

Kathrine stared at him blankly, visibly disappointed. She quickly redid the button on her shirt and stood up. "Right. Anyway, we got a habitat unit that just missed their deadline." The dark dressed mouse said, a hint of annoyance in her tone as she leaned over her desk and wrote something on a post it note.

He blinked. "Oh?"

"I'd deal with it myself but-although I-" The shorter, older mouse began but stopped, seemingly thinking about something, almost hesitant. "No, I gotta head home early and deal with my-i mean spend time with my husband. I'm going to need you to deal with the eviction."

His tail stopped flicking excitedly. "R-really?" He stammered as his employer handed him the post it note.

"Sure. Why not." She snatched up her cup of coffee and pastry. "Just remember to lock up afterwards and don't make too much of a mess."

Gaius felt a pit form in his stomach. His boss always dealt with the evictions herself, always. She would spend hours in the safe room and would always come back out exhausted and sweaty like she'd just finished a vigorous workout, but always in a really good mood. Gaius had walked past the safe room and heard the noises of straining coming from within. "I-isn't it like-- really hard?"

"Not really." She sighed, walking past the much taller mouse. "Just make sure to do it on the center table so the other habitats can see."

"But how do i-" Gaius stammered. "How do I do it?"

Kathrine stopped, turning around to look at Gaius. She slowly looked the towering mouse up and down, lingering on his broad chest before her eyes trailed down, lingering for a moment on his crotch as she bit her lip softly. Gaius looked down, worried he might have spilled something on his pants. "Just--just get creative." She finally said as a wide smile crept across her face.

"C-creative?" Gaius repeated, adjusting his glasses.

"And do it in a way that sends a message to the others to make sure they know to keep paying." She quickly said. "See you tomorrow, 9 o' clock, sharp. I'm gonna need a massage before an early meeting."

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He felt on edge as he typed in the code to the safe room, named so as it was the room where they kept their customers safe.

The room itself was fairly regular and not really that safe compared to other rooms aside from the keypad access needed to enter it, which everyone in the insurance office had.

The console beeped and the door slid open, allowing Gaius to step inside the room. It was a small chamber, only enough to fit a single table and five shelves, shelves housing small devices. Their clients.

It was a spin on a very simple business. Out in the vastness of the universe there were so many, ridiculously many ways to die. Not just on an individual level, entire ships, bases, towns, cities, countries and even star systems could vanish in a blink of an eye. Of course, those events were rare. Most of the time places and people would suffer a slow, agonizing death too horrible to put into words in even the most descriptive languages of the vast universe. It was an endless parade of cosmic horror out there. Unless you had money.

Through a very expensive process, richer worlds could buy safety. Or rather, insurance. For most of their worlds. It was really simple actually. Using a third party contractor offering a very specific service (and free delivery) entire continents could be compressed and downsized until they could fit in the palm of a large hand. After that, those continents could be housed in a container and kept in a remote, undisclosed location where none of the horrible things that could happen in space could possibly come for them...for a reasonable monthly price.

This room was one of those undisclosed locations. An insurance office that housed a total of 271 clients paying for the privilege of staying safe while their planets suffered some atrocious fate that would lead to their destruction.

Gaius scanned the shelves with his eyes, glancing down at the note in his hand. 8IHI. After a brief search, the mouse spotted the container he was looking for.

It was a nice looking landmass. No wider than his palm, not counting the container. With lush fields of blue plants. He couldn't remember the name of the planet it came from but Gaius could recall that they were in a big hurry to get off their planet. Something about an invading empire--or was it some civil war on their own planet. Gaius hadn't really been listening since he got distracted by the guy delivering the container. He still regretted not getting that cute lynx's number.

Carefully, he unplugged the container and removed it from its spot on the shelf and moved it over to the table. When he first started working there, the idea of holding onto something housing billions of people had him all sorts of nervous but he was used to it by now. After all, those casing were insanely durable. He dropped one on accident at least once a month and so far it hadn't caused any problems. Or at least that's what Kathrine had told him.

The mouse stood over the container. He was starting to feel a bit awkward. It was a really nice looking world and he was sure that the blue plant covered landscape probably looked amazing up close and not nanoscopic on some table. How was he supposed to do this? He'd been told to do it in a way that sent a message to the others. It sounded gruesome but according to his boss they needed the extra incentive because they needed to make sure the clients remembered why they needed to keep paying for the service. Plus, they couldn't be burdened with the extra cost of sending them back to their home worlds where they would meet the same fate anyway. There was no other way around it, that world had to be utterly destroyed.

How was the question? He couldn't just...dump it in the trash...could he? Compared to the various ways the universe could obliterate something, being chucked into a plastic bin didn't exactly scream 'incentive'. Miss H-T said to send a message.

His train of thought was derailed by a red light that started blinking on the side panel of the container. "Oh no." Gaius sighed.

Each container was fitted with a boatload of functions made to keep the continents within safe and healthy. One of those features was the ability to talk to normal sized people outside the container. A handy way to update monthly fees or exchange billing information. Gaius had heard about this from the boss. Of course the rulers of each container knew that they'd missed the deadline and would often call at the last minute to negotiate or beg. It was really sad since company policy was not to allow any sort of renegotiation. as Kathrine had said, if you give them an inch they take a mile.

Gaius gave the container a sad smile and denied the call. Best to not delay this more than he had to.

Deftly, he tapped the password into the tiny console on the side. "Pass...word...1." As soon as the last letter was input, a loud hiss sounded from the container and the glass like ceiling popped up and the steel rim clicked, allowing Gaius to slide the mechanism away and leaving the continent sitting on the small steel plate that remained.

He took a moment to examine the tiny continent closer. It had to be terrifying to be so small and he couldn't imagine how horrible the civil war or whatever they were hiding from had to be to warrant making themselves this vulnerable. In a way, going out in a controlled environment like this was probably way better than sending them back. Gaius rose to his full height. "uh-Hey!" The mouse spoke in as clear a tone as he could manage. "So uhm- Y-you have failed to keep your payment schedule and your accounts have therefore been terminated. S-sorry about that. I'll try to make this quick and painless!"

Despite his promise, he wasn't sure how to accomplish that. He could just step on them but that would leave too many areas to the sides left undamaged and he wanted to make sure there was no chance anything got left in ruins. That would bum him out. Using his hand to just flatten the continent was also an option but he wasn't sure if there was some poison stuff on that world. As pretty as that blue landscape was, it was likely super poisonous to someone not native to that world...and they didn't stock gloves at the office.

An idea popped into his head. A method that would eliminate the world as quickly and painfully as possible while also keeping to his boss’s orders of making it impactful for all the other worlds watching.

Gaius turned around, leaning his rear over the tiny continent. It was the perfect plan! His butt was large enough to cover the entire world and plush enough to make sure no little things got left behind. Plus, it was clothed so he wouldn't catch some alien poisoning and it would definitely send a message to the other worlds. He couldn't imagine there were many worlds that wanted to meet their end under someone else's end.

He softly ran a hand across a khaki pants covered cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. The mouse was just a little proud of his hind features. After years of squatting and sculpting it, why shouldn't he be? Surely, the world below would appreciate a quick and merciful end under his butt rather than whatever else the universe might throw at them.

Slowly, the mouse leaned his rear back, trying his best to keep an eye on the world on the table at the same time. He could barely see it over his shoulder, the rounded shadow of his cheeks looming over them. The tiny lights of tiny cities could be seen in the shade, with small flickers floating out from the tiny gray clusters. Often, members of the civilization would try to escape on ships after their rent time ran out. They didn't really bother dealing with those since they were too small to be an issue and would most often just get destroyed by the office air conditioning, though Gaius did inhale a gnat sized battle cruiser that got stuck in his nose once.

With a smile, he slowly lowered himself down, trying to aim his rear the best he could to perfectly cover the tiny continent fully.

*Crunch-Crrrack!*

As soon as his ass touched down, the thin bedrock plating under the continent snapped as the plush cheek covered the entire landmass. Gaius felt a small shiver as he felt the subtle crunch under his butt. If he'd been wearing anything thicker than his gray khaki pants he would likely not even have felt it. He lingered in his seat for a moment, wiggling his hips in place and feeling the remains of the world crumble under him before rising back to his feet and turning around to inspect his handiwork.

The charming little blue continent was gone, replaced with what looked like a smoothed spot of dirt on a plate. Not a single part of the continent remained.

"Huh. That was easier than I thoug-" Gaius froze, feeling a slight dampness on his cheek. Craning his neck back, he spotted the cause.

Adorning a majority of his left cheek and the entirety of his right was a large blue stain, clearly visible like the sun in the sky across the rear of his khaki pants.

"Darn!" Gaius cussed. "Crud!" The mouse quickly took his pants off and laid them across the surface of the table besides the former home to billions that he'd just sat on. He fished a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his shirt and tried his best to clean it off, with little success. He had no idea how the hell his employer managed to do this sort of work without any stains on her clothing. She could go through several containers in a single day and her clothes would look as clean as the morning she walked into the office in them.

As the mouse struggled to get the blue off his butt, he spotted a small slip of paper that had fallen out of his pocket in the commotion of finding his handkerchief. The post-it note his boss had given him earlier. IHI8.

He blinked a few times, turning the note around a few times. Gaius glanced up at shelf IHI8, spotting another container there. An unplugged container. "OH crumbs!"

In a panic, the mouse paced around for a moment. Kathrine was gonna kill him or worse, fire him!

Thinking fast, Gaius hopped over to shelf IHI8 and grabbed the container, rushing with it over to shelf 8IHI and plugging it in there. Tiny lights lit up inside the container, making the small green continent inside slightly more visible. Surely his boss wouldn't notice it, right? "D-don't tell my boss about this-please?" Gaius whispered to the container.

Glancing over his shoulder, the mouse quickly moved back over to the table in the center of the room and hopped back into his pants, quickly throwing the remains of world 8IHI into the trash and putting away the container to be used for another world before heading out of the room, heart pounding in his chest.

Maybe he should call in sick tomorrow...

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elycore · 2 years

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I don't know if requests are still open but I've been thinking about Raiden Shogun's ability to create clones of herself in her boss battle and I was thinking about how hot it would be if Scaramouche could utilise that ability for more entertaining purposes

hi, anon!! thinks about sex immediately (to be fair, thats the appropiate context) yes, requests are open~ 3p scara x reader? sure can do! i'm thinking this will work like seele and veliona (breedable waifus, search them up) where 'kunikuzushi' is like part of scara, like veliona is with seele but instead of both sharing one body like seele and veli, scara can let kunikuzushi out in his own physical form so theres two of them at the same time...

fem!mean!dom!reader x two.. sub!bottom!scaramouches? (they fuck in the living room because they're all degenerates)((scaramouche = jealous))

can you tell i died at the porn part.. hha also this is like too long you dont have to read it LMAO this so rushed;))

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"hey, you know how your mom can makes clones, right? like the raiden shogun." you blurt out. the weather in inazuma is cool today, the cool breeze blowing through the air.

scaramouche flinches at the wording. "not my mom. but uh, yeah, what about it?" he gives you a look, scrunching his nose up.

you cup his cheeks, squeezing them and kissing his the tip of his nose. he yowls, startled by the sudden show of affection and jumping off of you. people are staring now. "hehe, well, can you do that too? since you're like her son."

"not her son." scara repeats, glaring but with a tint of pink on his cheeks. "but... i kind of can."

"whaddya mean kinda?" you tilt your head, urging him to go on. scaramouche sighs, and grabs your wrist to drag you into an empty alley to explain.

"um," he starts awkwardly. "i can only create clones of 'myself'. so like, i can't make another raiden shogun; only another 'me'. does that make sense?"

"so i can have two scaramouches? double holes?" you cling to his arm in excitement. scaramouche sputters at the wording.

"double what? ...anyways, you got your answer. i'm not doing it. not even for money." he turns to you, giving you his "that's final" look. of course, that didn't seal the deal for you.

"cmon please? i always give you stuff. you haven't repaid me for the two-hundred dango pack i ordered for you." you shoot him with a teary, puppy-eyed expression.

"that was literally a gift. and i..." you squish your breast against his arm, giving him your (attempted) most seductive look, sticking your tongue out just barely and lowering your eyes.

"we can have a lot of fun. you want that, right puppy?"

"this might take a bit." scaramouche took a deep breath as he rubbed his temples. "cover your mouth, (y/n)." with only that as a warning, you shriek as a cloud of dust suddenly envelopes your sight. you cough, slightly annoyed. your nose stung, and your eyes watered to the extent that it looked like you were crying (though you were sure scaramouche wouldn't have minded).

fanning the smoke away, you squint your eyes. scaramouche's shape is present with another person next to him, sitting on the floor. the smoke cleared after a moment, and you gasp.

a beautiful boy is sitting on the ground, looking confused. he had the same feautures as his lover, but his eyes were softer and he didn't have the looming aura of homicide. his long hair gathered around him like a puddle. "scaramouche, why did you call me?" even this boy's voice was angelic, unlike scara's who was rough (outside of the bedroom, at least).

"there's somebody you'd like to meet. kunikuzushi, meet (y/n). (y/n), meet kunikuzushi. she's my girlfriend. " scaramouche seemed more polite with his dual's presence, not wanting to be himself rude in front of kunikuzushi.

"kunikuzushi." you repeated, getting used to the long name. "it's nice to meet you!" kunikuzushi seemed less tense, shoulders relaxing as you smiled at him.

"to you, too. it's an honor to meet scaramouche's beloved." he returns the smile, eyes crinkling.

"you should be more like him. maybe i'd fuck you more," you whisper in scaramouche's ear, and he flushes, hissing a weak 'shut up'. kunikuzushi is staring at you both, confused.

"ahem. we need to get you some clothes, kuni." scaramouche interrupts, about to walk away.

"actually, he doesn't." you set your plan in action, violently tackling scaramouche to the floor by surprise. he's stunned by shock, before groaning in pain with the hard contact.

"(y/n), please do not hur-" kuni's cut off by you pouncing on him, locking your lips with his. kunikuzushi lets out a little gasp, before melting into the kiss. scaramouche glares at the sight of you engaging with his other self, trying to drag you down by the shoulders, but you return his glare.

"good boys get rewards, and this one's been pretty good. not you, of course," you start furiously making out with kunikuzushi again. kuni seemed confused, but stayed pliant as you started to toy with his dick. the blush on scara's face was left unnoticed as he sat on the ground, watching you and wishing he were in kuni's place for once.

too enchanted by his facial features before, you didn't kunikuzushi's body. his nipples were puffy and pink, like scaramouche's (you were sure his were rock hard, though). as one hand teased his erection, another was toying with his equally sensitive chest. kunikuzushi let out small pants, not used to this feeling. you could hear squelching behind you, an obvious sign that scaramouche was finger-fucking himself.

"(y/n)." scara's voice calls, a bit breathy. "if you're going to fuck him, make it good." he really thought kuni was the only one that was going to get wrecked tonight?

you return you attention to kuni, fumbling for your strap under the couch (scara had insisted on putting some around the house. a waste of money, but convenient at times). "(y/n), that isn't going to fit." kunikuzushi whispers. at least he knew what you were about to do.

"it will if i want it to." you reply with a sweet smile, before thrusting in raw. kunikuzushi chokes, although it wasn't the reaction you were hoping for. for some odd reason, he was unbelievably wet (later scaramouche had explained it as 'puppet perks').

as you fuck scaramouche's counterpart ruthlessly, scara spreads your ass and puts a finger inside your cunt. "you can't ignore how wet you are, darling. let me." with only that as a warning, he dives into you, licking into your pussy. your pace stutters, kunikuzushi letting out quick breaths while you stop. "you really thought i was going to ignore this?" scaramouche teases as he licks your clit. you grunt in response, bucking your hips up into kunikuzushi.

the three of you cry out in ectasy, two of you chasing your incoming orgasms. it didn't help for you that once you opened your eyes to take a break from the unrelenting pleasure, kunikuzushi would stare up into you with the lewdest expression, cheeks dusted with light pink. you finally caved in, gritting your teeth as you squirt all over scara's face. at the same time, kunikuzushi lets out an unholy mewl as he falls over the edge, cumming on his chest. the room is silent with heaving breaths, all of you exhausted.

"scaramouche," you breathe out, looking back at him. "you're not done yet."

yeah im stoppinghere

#this might be the longest thing ive ever written...#its ok i put a lot of thought into this <3 #teru.answers #sub scaramouche #bottom scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #THIS IS SO HALF ASSED ANON M SORRY LOVE

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sirowsky · 2 years

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The Secret Lake

Happy Birthday, my Love!

@lucrezia-thoughts

Don't think I forgot about you, my darling wife, I have a big dose of your husband ready for you, should you feel the need for some lovable fluff and happiness! I hope you've had a wonderful day, and if you haven't, I hope this helps. All my love, always --J

Warnings: Marcus Pike x female reader (no physical description), some mild insecurity from both characters, otherwise just fluff central. First date-type themes. Kissing happens.

You're looking for a place to cool off during a heatwave, and remembers hearing about a secluded spot that a colleague of yours might know how to find. The hitch is that you're pretty sure he barely even knows who you are.

Word Count: 3630 Author's Masterlist

It’s blazing hot outside, and you’re desperate for some cool water to dip into, but you know the beach is gonna be packed today and you’re not in the mood for battling sand getting into everything you own. Anakin was right about that one.

You know there’s supposed to be a really nice lake somewhere inland, within an hour’s drive, but you don’t know how to find it, and it’s apparently next to impossible to locate, in between high cliffs, unless you have a guide. There’s one person you know that’s been there, but he’s not someone you socialize with, ordinarily. Which is a shame, because he’s the nicest guy you’ve ever met. Not that you’d spent enough time with him to make a full assessment, and you doubt he’d even remember you after just a casual introduction at the office, months ago. You’re just a secretary, working for his boss, and while you see him all the time, he passes your desk with a polite smile, but never really looking at you. That’s the curse of being a secretary, even when you’re not the-mouse-in-the-corner-type, you become a part of the décor, and eventually people stop noticing you.

His number is in your phone, though. You’ve needed to message him a few times for work, to let him know that your boss had to reschedule something, so perhaps he would have you in his as well and would recognize the caller ID. Screw it. If he doesn’t pick up then no harm done, and if he does and doesn’t remember you or doesn’t feel like helping you out, then at least you won’t have to wonder anymore if he notices you. The phone trembles slightly when you listen to the rings, part of you hoping that he doesn’t answer, and another part dearly wishing that he does.

“Pike.”

The call connects and his voice comes through after seven rings, just when you’d been about to hang up, and you scramble to re-center your brain and remember what the hell you called him for.

“Oh, hi… I’m sorry…”

Your mind goes blank and for a moment you’re about to panic, but then a soft chuckle comes across the line.

“Are you apologizing for calling or for saying hi? Because you haven’t done anything else to me yet, Daisy.”

Your chest tightens at the sound of your nickname, given to you by some other colleagues because of the one personal item on your desk: a conserved daisy in a glass frame. You’ve never told anyone why you have it, only that it’s very important to you, and of course, the mystery soon earned you the name. But you love it. Shit, he asked you a question, what was it?

“Uh, I’m just sorry to bother you, Agent Pike.”

“Marcus, please. We’re both off duty. Now, what can I do for you?”

“Right. Well, I was just wondering if you could give me some directions to the secret lake? I remember hearing you mention to another agent that you’d been there, and I’m just dying to cool down somewhere that isn’t the beach.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there, but there’s no way I can describe the route well enough that you’ll find it on your own.”

“Oh. That’s okay, thank you anyway, I really am sorry if I interrupted something.”

“Hey, I wasn’t done. Will you stop trying to convince me that you’re bothering me, and let me tell you what I’m thinking?”

“Sorry. Again.”

You hear him huff on the other end, and you’re not sure if it’s in annoyance or bemusement.

“I can’t describe it to you, but I’d happily show you the way.”

You nearly fall over with shock, even though you’re sitting down.

“Seriously? I mean, you absolutely don’t have to…”

“Daisy. Stop. I’ll pick you up outside your apartment in 20. Okay?”

He-… he knows where you live?

“O-Okay.”

You quickly pack your things and throw together some snacks before heading down to wait for him by the road, partly in the interest of saving time, but also because you’re not sure how you feel about him potentially seeing the inside of your apartment. It’s small so even if he only stood in the doorway, he’d see most of it, and it’s a mess. Sure enough, he’s there within the promised time, and you quickly put your things in the backseat before getting into the front passenger seat, as he stops by the curb, breathing a little easier once you’re in the cool airconditioned space.

You almost audibly gulp as you take in the sight of him, while reaching over to fasten your seatbelt. Because you’ve only ever seen him in the practically trademarked FBI-suit they all wear, but now he’s in a white button-down cotton shirt with short sleeves, that fits loosely over his tanned chest, the top three buttons undone. And he’s wearing light blue bathing shorts, clearly intending to enjoy a day at the lake as well, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s meeting someone else there, or something. Because he can’t be about to just hang out with you, that’s… inconceivable.

“Hey. Nice to see you outside the office.”

“Hi. This is so kind of you, Marcus, I didn’t even think you’d pick up, much less actually come and show me the way.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t pick up?”

“Just because we don’t know each other. I figured you’d assume that it was about work and just ignore it, since you’re on vacation.”

“Huh. I didn’t even think of that. But I was really glad that it was about this, because I was thinking about going out there myself, but it didn’t sound like much fun to go alone.”

“But you must have people you could’ve called, friends or family. I’m sure there’s always someone who wants to hang out with you.”

He smiles at that, but it’s a jaded kind of smile.

“Believe it or not, but doing this job makes it hard to keep up a social life of any sort. All my friends are fellow agents, and while I enjoy spending time with them, it’s always work. Even when we’re off duty, that’s where the conversations go, because that’s what we all have in common, and it’s just not healthy, you know? I’m bad enough at leaving work at work as it is, I don’t need enablers dragging me back to it in my spare time.”

You feel bad hearing that, since you’re work-related for him too, and now you don’t know what to say, because you want to apologize but you know he won’t appreciate it. You stare out the passenger side window, watching city traffic and built-up areas fade away into wilderness as he drives further out of town.

“Hey, why so quiet, Daisy?”

“Uh, just enjoying the calm. My neighbours aren’t the quiet types.”

“Truth. But not all of it. What’s bothering you?”

You take a breath and glance at him, and damnit… Why did he have to be the most beautiful man in the world?

“You said you wanted to get away from work.”

He connects the dots effortlessly; you can see it in his body language even from the corner of your eye.

“Okay. Clearly, we need to get something straight here. When I talk about work what I mean is active cases. Leads, interrogations, raids, research, meetings, paperwork, bureaucracy. You are not work to me, Daisy, you’re the sunshine that sits in an otherwise grey and dull building wearing colours and offering a dazzling smile to anyone that passes. You’re always helpful, you never seem to have a bad day, or if you do, you’re a master at hiding it. You’re never too far away from a quip or a well-phrased come-back and there is nothing about you that reminds me of work. So will you please stop trying to tell yourself that you’re gonna somehow ruin my day, because I’m really looking forward to spending some time with you.”

He pauses and waits for a reply, but you have no idea what to say. That entire little speech tells you that you’ve been wrong about him this whole time. He does notice you. A lot more than you ever would’ve thought. And while that does boost your confidence significantly, it also makes you terribly nervous. He doesn’t wait for you to try and gather your thoughts before he continues, making you wonder if he’s nervous too.

“I was slow to answer today because I did expect it to be work. But when I saw that it was you… I was excited. I am excited. I’d like to get to know you.”

By now, you’re staring at him, attempting to absorb that he might actually be interested in you, but you soon realize that that’s gonna take a while, and he needs some reassurance.

“Thank you. I’d really like to get to know you too.”

He smiles widely, that perfect dimple on full display, and just minutes later, he turns onto a dirt-track that ends after about a mile, where he parks on a patch of dirt next to some boulders.

“Alright, we’ll have to hoof it from here.”

“How far is it?”

“Not very. Maybe twenty minutes. And this is the only way in, so unless someone hiked here, it looks like we got the place to ourselves.”

You try not to show how that makes the butterflies in your stomach go bananas, while you put on your backpack and fall in behind him. It’s not the easiest trek you’ve ever done. It’s rocky and requires some light climbing for most of the way, finally making you see why this has never become a popular hangout. But once you get past the rocky part, you’re suddenly engulfed by thick vegetation that you have to wrestle your way through, until it abruptly just ends, and you’re there.

Tall cliffs that are vertical in their drop against the water, but also very steep on the opposite side, encircle a small lake full of clear blue water. The entryway brings you to a huge flat rock that’s half submerged, and that’s as much beach as there is. Birds are singing all around you, actual butterflies flittering about everywhere, tiny flowers growing where tree-roots have stretched into the water above the rocks, bringing other seeds along with them. It’s magical. But still just as hot as the city had been and now you’ve been climbing too.

“It’s spring water, filtered through mineral deposits underground, that’s why it’s so clear-…”

He cuts himself off when you run past him and dive headfirst into the cool liquid, having clearly not noticed that you’ve already stripped your top and shorts off and aren’t all that interested in why the water is special. But by the time you breach the surface again, he’s already discarded his shirt and is on his way to join you, that big smile firmly in place right up until he dives. The water’s cold compared to the air, shockingly so, but it only takes moments for your body to appreciate it and for the haze that the heat somehow drugs your mind with, to get blown away.

You don’t wait for him to reach you before you start leisurely swimming towards the other side of the pool, but he catches up to you in no time, falling in next to you but staying quiet as he can see that you’re admiring the place still. At the far end of the lake, you’re surrounded by cliffs, creating a chamber of sorts, that echoes every sound, even the tiny splashes from your swim-strokes, seeming to amplify the sounds, which fascinates you. Turning back, you dive underwater and practice holding your breath while you try to map the bottom, only to find that it’s way too far down for you to even guess at the depth of the water.

Since the flat rock is partly submerged, there’s no trouble getting back out, you just swim until you can put your feet down on it and then walk up until you reach the dry area. Marcus is right behind you, but he lingers in knee-deep water for a while as you go to your bag to pull out your towel and lay it out on the smooth stone, and it’s not until you’ve finished that you notice that he’s watching you.

“How’s the view, Mr. Pike?”

He makes no attempt to conceal the fact that he’s been eyeing you, only smiling again as you challenge him.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous, Miss Daisy.”

Playing along (and seizing the opportunity) you ogle him right back, from his hair down to his knees, and then back up, slowly, taking in every detail, before landing on his suddenly slightly self-conscious eyes.

“I’ll have to agree with you on that.”

He chuckles and runs a hand through his dripping wet hair, lingering at his neck while his head dips forwards to hide his embarrassment, all while he slowly makes his way out of the water and comes to pull out his own towel. After settling down next to you, you both fall into an odd kind of silence. Not pressured or uncomfortable, really, but… a bit like there’s a piece of glass between you that neither of you know how to break. So, you just sit there, quietly soaking up the sun and stealing sideways glances at each other.

Until you remember your snacks and reach into your bag to pull out an assortment of fruits, crackers, cheese and nuts, and the moment you invite him to dig into the food, the glass brakes. You talk about a hundred different things, only once or twice straying into work-territory by sharing funny anecdotes or trivia about colleagues. But mostly just telling each other about things you like or have experienced or things that are just memorable, even if they are largely insignificant.

And before you know it, the sun has dipped below the ridge of the cliffs, the food is all eaten, your bathing suits are dry and the magic of the day is running out, like Cinderella’s chiming clock, forcing you back to reality. His eyes meet yours, and you both know that it’s time to go, but neither of you say it. The quiet settles back in between you while you get dressed and pack up, but before you leave, you turn back for one last look out over the lake, feeling like it has somehow shared a secret with you.

The climb back to the car is even harder on the way down, and without Marcus, you never would’ve managed it. But you get back unscathed and pack yourselves into the vehicle, driving back with that same silence sitting like some unseen third passenger between you, disturbing the zen. He stops in the parking lot outside your building this time, in the overnight spots, but he leaves the engine running, as if trying to showcase that he won’t stay unless you ask.

“So… I had a lot of fun today.”

“Me too. I’m really glad I called you, Marcus.”

“Please feel free to call me again. Anytime.”

“Same to you.”

He smiles, but it’s uncertain now. Tentative. You bite your bottom lip and throw a look out of the windscreen, trying to decide if you have the courage to kiss him goodbye, or if he’ll even want you to. You feel like he probably won’t mind at least, but there’s no way to know unless you ask or just go for it.

“What are you thinking, Daisy?”

The nickname shifts your thoughts, to a different time but oddly similar situation, and you smile warmly as the fond memory plays out before your eyes for the ten thousandth time.

“Would you like to know why I keep that flower?”

Looking back at him, you see his smile deepen, and he nods.

“It was given to me by a girl named Penny when I was just six years old. She was this rowdy little thing that used to get us into trouble, but she had the most adorable smile and almost always managed to charm our way out of it too. One day, out of the blue, while we were hiding in the middle of a meadow, she kissed me. And not some little peck either, a long, warm kiss that gave me goosebumps. My very first one.”

His eyes have turned into enamoured puddles and the most enchanting smile adorns every angle of his features, making your insides purr.

“Then she pulled back, picked the first flower she saw and tucked it behind my ear, and that was the last time I ever saw her. She moved away the next day. I keep the flower because it reminds me that love is ageless. I look at it and I still remember those goosebumps, that feeling that something very special was happening, and it makes me smile, even on my bad days.”

“So, then you do have bad days. Damn. That means I can’t read you as well as I thought, you’ve been deceiving me all this time.”

“Marcus… who the hell doesn’t have bad days? Of course I do, I just keep a professional mask on.”

“I know, but that’s what makes it so impressive, because I genuinely have tried, but I’ve never been able to tell. Not once. And I detect deception for a living.”

That gives you an idea. Maybe a terrible one, but if you’re ever gonna go for it… Utilizing his apparent inability to tell what you’re thinking, you keep your face in the same comfortable joyful expression you’ve had for most of the afternoon, not giving him any hint as to what you’re about to do. Taking a page from Penny, you don’t give him a chance to pull away, swiftly leaning over the center console to slot your lips against his, forcing your hands to stay in your lap so that you won’t reach up and try to hold him in place, in case he doesn’t want this.

Once he catches on, though, he all but surges into the kiss, his own hands showing none of the restraint yours have managed, coming up to cradle your face while he completely takes over control, licking at your lips, begging for more. And when you let him in, he instantly softens again, inviting you as much as he devours you. Your hands tangle in his hair, tug at his shoulders, utterly unable to get enough of him and suddenly hating the confines of the car making it impossible to get closer. But then he shifts his left arm, and accidentally hits the horn, the sharp signal startling you both into pulling back, and you chuckle breathlessly.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.”

His eyes are bottomless pits of lust now, but there’s so much affection in there too that it makes you crave him just as much.

“Daisy… I’ve wanted to do that for fucking months.”

“You couldn’t have given me even the tiniest hint of that? I thought you didn’t even know my name, much less my nickname.”

He’s a little taken aback by that, cocking his head to the side and studying you closely.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I haven’t shown you anything but my own mask as well.”

“You know what, Marcus… I think we kinda suck at this.”

That makes him laugh in earnest, and it infects you, but also effectively wipes any and all remaining tension away between you. And suddenly you don’t care what state your apartment’s in, or that the neighbours are terrible, you just want him to stay.

“You wanna come in?”

Something very… expansive, emanates from him as he hears that. As though a whole new world has opened up and become available to him, and his eyes sparkle when he reaches for you, kissing you again, just as fervently. And when he breaks it, he stays close enough that his lips still brush against yours with each word he says.

“Yes. Yes, I really, really do. Which is why I should leave.”

You know that he’s right, that it’s careless to move too fast, that it can wreck things before they’ve even begun, but you still whimper and feel a pout settle into your face. He tries to kiss it away, and he almost succeeds, except that it comes right back as soon as he pulls away again, which makes him laugh more.

“How about you come to my place for dinner tomorrow. My neighbours are quiet.”

“Done.”

You both giggle at how fast and decisively that reply comes out, and then he gets out of the car to help you with your bag, even though it’s just a backpack. You take it and start walking towards your door, but then turn so that you’re backing the last few steps, letting you look at him where he’s leaned against the back bumper of the car.

“Text me your address, Mr. Pike. Some of us don’t snoop in other people’s personnel files.”

His eyebrows shoot up at that, clearly not expecting you to have figured that out, and you smile triumphantly. Because he could’ve just looked you up online, but something tells you that he probably thinks it’s less creepy if he just looks at a file, he does that all the time.

“I peeked. Just one little peek.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.”

His gaze takes a trip around the parking lot while he smiles bashfully at your compliment, and then he pushes off the bumper and heads for the driver’s door, giving you one last lingering, craving look before he steps in and drives off.

THE END

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After Working Hours

----- After Working Hours || Taka Radjiman [NIJISANJI] Late Birthday Fiction

Summary : One must just want to rest after tiring working hours. Who even likes working on their birthday? But for Taka Radjiman, it’s all worth it to spend time with you on his birthday, even after his tiring working hours. All his fatigue had strangely disappeared when he’s with you.

WC : 1792 Words.

Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes), hints of lore, MLQC references, etc.

Featured Characters : Emmet (If it count. I miss Emmet btw).

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : Very late because I have 9 college credits that I have to do. But I hope you all enjoy it. Happy birthday, Pak!

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“AND we hope … Mitaka can always provide the best for our clients. Thank you.”

The sound of silence responded to the closing statement of the Taka Radjiman’s speech. And finally, thunderous applause erupted. From behind the stage, you could see many guests whispering to each other. Many with smiles on their faces, praising the ideas in Taka’s previous speech. But some of them with cynical and sharp looks, feeling jealous, threatened, and so on.

Taka left the vodium after he bowed several times to the invited guests who were watching him.

“Wow, you looked … dignified,” you giggled.

“What should I say? Thanks?” Even though Taka doesn’t sound interested in the topic of your conversation, you knew he really enjoys his conversation with you.

“Save those thanks for your patrons and guests you will meet after this.” You handed him a stylus. There was a sudden urgent document that the CEO must sign immediately. You also handed your tablet to him, letting the man to read the digital document first.

“What now?” he asked, talking about the event’s rundowns. Taka, who understands what he need to do, immediately took the stylus from you. With a swift and quick glances, Taka read the document then he engraved his signature to approve its contents.

“Greet some guests?” You questioned your own answer, considering that Taka must already know the answer itself. Taka was just giving you a sign that he was indeed too lazy to continue the event. “I mean, there’s might be some guests for us to catch—to hook for the greater good of our beloved company?”

“You’re being dramatic,” the man commented. After signing the document, Taka returned the stylus he used to you. He sighed, “Sounds so tiring.”

While waiting for the organizer to get you and Taka, you checked the document that were previously signed by your boss. “You don’t usually complain,” you commented.

“Why do I have to work on my birthday anyway?” he asked, almost sounding like a whine. “Shouldn’t I be the one being pampered today?”

“So you’re used to birthdays now, huh?” Once again you were dramatizing yourself. “Wow, sir. I’m impressed.”

With his flat expression, Taka gently pulled your cheek. “A certain idiot forced me to get used to this kind of thing.”

“Ouch!” you winched. “Just move your birthday to weekends, then!”

“That’s not my will.”

“Sir, ma’am, this way, please.” You and Taka turned when an organizer asked you to return to your seats.

You nodded, smiled at the organizer girl before averting your attention to Taka once again. “Right,” you replied to the CEO’s earlier sentence. “So bear with me until the event is over.”

The event finished at sunset. You and Taka immediately left the event hall shortly after the event was done. Taka’s car and its personal driver were already waiting in front of the exit of the building. The driver who was assisted by several securities politely opened the car door for you and Taka.

Not even a second before he entered the car, Taka had already took his suit jacket off and loosened his tie. He sighed a bit harshly.

“Thank you for your hard work today—wha?!” You who started your sentence flatly suddenly gasped when you felt someone pulling your hand.

You turned your gaze to the person who was just grabbed your hand only to found it was Taka. He suddenly pulled your hand for him to hold as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“W-what the—huh?!”

Taka realized you were blushing. If only he had opened his eyes, he would have seen the pinkish dusts tinted your cheeks. Luckily, you don’t have to work twice as hard to hide those hues of pink.

“Let me hold your hand for a moment,” the CEO requested. He clenched your hand tighter in his, as if he was seeking some comforts from it.

Taka looked very tired. He leaned back in his car seat and already took off his glasses without you even noticing. His eyes were closed, hiding his obsidian orbs. However, compared to when you were was still on the event earlier, his expression looked much more relaxed and calm.

“Alright.” Of course, you fulfilled his request. You let Taka hold your hand a little bit longer. That’s when you realize how tiring it is to maintain professionalism in public. You were seeing the figure of Taka Radjiman as himself, a figure that the professional world has never seen other than you.

“Where are we headed now, ma’am, sir?” the driver asked, looking at you and Taka from the rearview mirror.

“We have no other business. Let’s just go straight home,” you confirmed. After confirming the destination where the driver should take you, you and Taka enjoy the rest of the trip in silence.

“I guess I’ll tire you out even when we get home. I feel guilty, seeing your current condition,” you suddenly spoke when you remembered that you had a birthday surprise for him.

“Why? Is it related to my birthday?” the man, still with his eyes closed, asked.

You were silent for a moment. The surprise you prepared was no longer a surprise if Taka can already guess it. But what can you do? It’s better for Taka to know from the start than for you to force the exhausted Taka to celebrate his own birthday with you.

“Something like that,” you muttered softly.

He heard you. He gripped your hand softly, telling you that he agrees with whatever you’re planning. To answer your words, he mumbled, “I don’t mind then.”

“Looks like you prepared a huge surprise,” Taka, who saw your mischievous smile, could only comment.

“It’s not that huge,” you corrected him. You were telling the truth. Your surprise was not a big one. You were just making something that you and he can both enjoy. In fact, you designed this year’s surprise almost similar to the one you prepared last year.

Taka just shook his head. He inserted the passcode to unlock his house’s digital key and stepped inside with you.

In the next second, the bright light reflected the whole birthday ornament and arrangement in the living room. It took him for a moment. Bouquets of beautiful flowers, fluttering ribbons, and some floating balloons. Taka was silent for a moment—either because he was surprised or trying to admire the surprise you prepared. But whatever it was, you felt proud that you could render his speechless state like that.

“When did you … decorate my living room like this? I presume we were both had a packed schedule today?” Taka who was still amazed asked. He kept looking around the room over and over again.

“Business secrets, you know it best,” you giggled. If Taka wasn’t in a speechless state, maybe he would have glared at you. “Why are you so surprised?” you genuinely asked, pulling him to sit with you on the couch. “Wasn’t my surprise last year similar to this? Why are you still surprised?”

After regaining his composure, Taka sighed. “I’m just… touched?” he hesitated. “Maybe I’m just too tired so I feel a little bit emotional.”

You actually could chuckle to tease him, but when you heard his words—which were obviously almost never heard from him, your heart was touched. “So did I do well with this surprise? Are you happy with my surprise?” you asked shyly.

Taka took your hand in his, an overly gentle smile suddenly touched his lips. “You did a really, really great job. I remember saying this last year, but your efforts always exceed my expectations. And yeah, I’m more than happy, especially since this certain simpleton is celebrating my birthday with me.”

“Ouch!” you once again winched that day as Taka pinched your nose gently. But instead of wasting your energy getting mad, you just rubbed your nose and smiled. “I’m happy too, then.”

You stood up from your seat and walked into the kitchen. Taka watched your every move, curiosity was visible in his eyes. In the kitchen, you lit up a candles of a birthday cake. You were silent for a moment, staring at the dessert. Without you realized it, a smile touched your lips when you remember Taka’s surprised expressions and how he smooth complimented you.

You picked up the cake and walked back into the living room. “Now, I will be even happier if I can eat this sweet cake soon.”

Taka laughed lightly and shifted slightly so you could rejoin him. You handed the cake to him. The candle flame flickered silently. Even though it was faint, it was enough to illuminate the small gap between the two of you. With the candle’s light, you could see the softness in his eyes clearly. Taka just smiled, staring at the small flame on the cake candle. “Taka,” you called him, making him look up to look at you. “Happy birthday,” you whispered.

However, before Taka could blow out the candle, you pushed the cake away from him a bit. “I said this last year too, but I need you to be serious with your once-a-year birthday wishes,” you warned him.

The CEO looked into your eyes and raised his hand to tuck the strands of your hair. “Then listen carefully to my request.” Taka closed his eyes and voiced his prayer. “For every feeling and time you invest to me, I promise to cherish, protect and repay them with all my heart. My Most Merciful God, help me make this person in front of me the happiest in the world.”

Hearing that, you blushed silently. “Taka,” you whispered weakly. Feel the heat creeping up your cheeks.

Taka blew out the candles in front of him. “Thank you,” he muttered. “Thank you so much.”

But in the middle of the silence, a sudden sound from a popping balloon could be heard, making you both flinched. You and Taka unanimously turned towards the sound. “Emmet?” you called. Both of you found Taka’s red panda pet playing with the balloons’ strings. It seemed like the popping sound earlier was the sound of the balloon Emmet had popped.

Noticing your and Taka’s attention to him, Emmet let go of the balloons it was playing with and ran towards the two of you. Emmet jumped into Taka’s lap while the man was immediately cradling the red panda’s head and chuckled. “Looks like Emmett wants cake too.”

You and Taka along with Emmet spent the night resting while enjoying cakes and nostalgic stories from the past. Taka didn’t want anything else. Being able to spend time with you is the best gift you can give him. No one can give him such a gift but you. -----[FIN]

After Working Hours Fiction by Author Xandra March, 2023

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Under New Management (Fizzmodeus)

Chapter 1

Masterpost X

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Fizzarolli growls angrily at, his ex and tent mate, Blitzo, “I know you took it Blitzo! Just give it back!”

“I didn’t take shit. You probably just misplaced it you noodle limbed asshole.” Blitz growls back from his spot on his bed, still scrolling on his phone.

“I didn't misplace it you failure of a clown.” Fizz says angrily. slamming his hands down on his makeshift vanity.

Blitz sighs heavily and walks out of the tent, he missed when they were close but ever since they had started to work at Lu Lu Land, and Fizz sold out to become a star, they had grown further and further apart. He mutters angrily to himself, lighting a cigarette when he sees the clown prince himself with, “Holy fuck is that Asmodeus?” He mutters to himself, wondering why two prince’s were approaching his and Fizzarolli’s tent.

“Is that the one who keeps breaking your star’s limbs?” Asmodeus asks, pointing at Blitz.

“Yeah, that's him. He’s no one important though and he’s not who your here for anyway.” Mammon replies, scoffing as he takes a step closer to Asmodeus to stay as far away from Blitz as possible. He opens the tent curtain, poking his head in, “Yo, rag doll, get your ass out here.”

Fizz sighs heavily, giving up his search for his missing eyeliner for the moment, “Comin’ boss!” He calls to him, getting up from the floor and making his way outside, “So what is it that’s so important....” He trails off and his face pales slightly when he sees Asmodeus.

“Feisty little thing isn’t he?” Asmodeus says with a chuckle, looking down at the small imp.

Mammon rolls his eyes, “Yeah, he sure is. Anyways, let’s not waste everyone's time here. Rag doll, this is Asmodeus, he’s bought your contract from me on a provisional basis, you’ll still be doing your big solo shows for me all over hell and doing fan interactions that I set up, I’ll essentially be your agent. And he owns you now. I still have your likeness of course but he was very insistent that he has you.”

“What?” Fizz asks, looking up at the two demon princes, “Wait, wait, wait, so if he owns me... who is going to take over my role in the circus? And how could you do this without my consent?”

“Ugh, you ask too many questions, ragdoll, but fine, I’ll give you some answers, I guess you deserve that. A robot will be taking your place, Asmodeus and I will be releasing a line of companion bots that will look and act just like you. As for how I could sign you over without your consent, you signed your autonomy over to me when I replaced your limbs with robotic ones, I own you, all of you. And now Asmodeus does.”

Fizz looked absolutely shocked he had no idea the contract he’d signed with Mammon had taken away all of his rights, but he doesn’t dwell on that, “Wha... okay, fine, that's fine, but companion bots? You made fucking sex bots?”

“I’m getting real sick of all your questions rag doll, you forget your place. You are just an imp. Go pack your shit, Asmodeus wants you today.” Mammon growls.

Asmodeus smirks down at the little imp that stood before him, chuckling softly to himself as Fizz flips Mammon off and growls as he disappears inside of the tent, “My, my Mammon, such a temper you have, give the kid a break.”

“No, you give him too much leeway and he’ll walk all over you. Just because he’s famous now, which is thanks to me, he thinks he’s better than his class. But it doesn’t matter, he’s still just an imp.”

“Oh please Mammon, he may have had your help, but his stage presence is what made him famous.” Asmodeus retorts.

Blitz rolls his eyes, hearing the whole thing, “Oh please, Mammon is right, he’s become a real dick. He’s not better than any other imp out here working our ass’ off.”

Asmodeus raises an eyebrow, “And who might you be to make such a call?”

“His ex. I’ve known him since we were little, he wasn’t so much of ass when we were young but then he gets famous and all of a sudden he thinks that every other imp is beneath him. Even his boyfriend.” He says bitterly.

Mammon rolls his eyes, “For once I agree with you Blitzo, but regardless, you shouldn’t be talking to us. Rag doll gets to think he’s better than you because he is better than you.”

“Whatever.” Blitz says as he walks away.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” Mammon yells, following him. Leaving Asmodeus alone to wait for Fizz.

Fizz finally emerges from the tent carrying a large beat up circus trunk in his arms, he sighs heavily, “Alright, let’s go.”

“That’s all you have? I thought there would be more.” Asmodeus says with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, Mammon took most of my income for himself, and the rest belongs to the circus.” Fizz fires back.

Asmodeus looks upset by this fact, “Well that won’t be a problem anymore, I’ll make sure you receive the majority of your income from now on.”

“It’s not a big deal Asmodeus.” He responds, “Let's just get out of here.”

“Alright little one.” Asmodeus replies, easily picking up the large trunk from the imp, he opens up a portal into his home, "follow me." He says simply as he steps through.

Fizz follows him in, not that he had much of a choice.

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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I Only Wanna Be With You (Part 3 of 11 of Let Me Call You Sweetheart)

Warnings for the entire story not just this chapter: Darkfic, out of character Eddie Munson, alternative universe, present day, Death, abuse (emotional, mental and physical, harassment, violence, torture, imprisonment, coersion, unrequited love, drugs, alcohol, illness, blood, gore, food disorder, mental illness, vampirism, hypnotism, weirdness, the upside down, bats, monsters

@munchabunch

You stumble back into the carnival, still hyped about the ride, "I can't believe it! We have to add that to our set!!" Jenna enthuses.

Harley laughs, "Most places only let us play 20 minutes, Master would take up almost half of that"

"But we can be ahead of the curve. The game isn't out yet, and when it does come out, well, already be able to play Master, people will be biting at the bit to have us play their dives," Terry says, holding Harley by the shoulders and then turns to you, "Think you can Master it on lead?" He wiggles his eyebrows at his lousy joke as you roll your eyes.

"I can give it a shot", you agree, and the rest of the band cheer.

"You know I saw something today, and I dunno, I think it's the answer to making it," you say dreamily.

"You saw hard work and perseverance", Jenna laughs.

"No, nothing as logical as all that." You grab your phone and show them the guitar, "This!"

"An old guitar?" Terry says, confused.

"I can't even describe it. I saw it and just felt like, this is it. The answer to everything. She was just hanging in the window there" you wave towards the 2nd hand store.

Harley takes your phone, "This is a BC Rich Warlock. I'm not sure it's exactly right for our sound." She says, looking it over again.

"I know it in my gut Harley, just like when I saw that squire, and it led me to all of you. But, this was just way more intense." You say, remembering gazing over it in the shop.

Terry frowns, "But that's why you love your strat, right? It's special?"

"So where are you gonna get the money? It's like $600, and it's battered to hell." Harley adds.

Jenna holds her arm gently, "Maybe they are right. They were right about the guitar, the job, and us. This might just be the level up."

You smile wide at Jenna and take your phone back, "Anyway, wanna do the walkthrough?" you say, putting your rubber gloves back on in an attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah!!" Terry shouts, jumping on your back, "Onward!"

"You gotta watch your face on my bat, dude", you chuckle, giving him a piggyback to the entrance.

Inside there is a mixture of scenes set up for photo opportunities with the games' bosses and some live actor parts where they jumped out and clean scared you to death.

One demodog animatronic made you jump so bad you fell into the gnarly tree next to you, and as you got up, you nicked yourself on something.

"Damn! Wounded by foliage!" You laugh, showing the others.

"Ouch, dude. That looks deep," Harley says, holding your hand up.

"Ah, tis but a scratch," you say, laughing, wrapping it up in a bandana from your pocket.

Terry is running over to the giant mind Flayer model and pointing at it enthusiastically. He holds out his hand to Harley, "Mrs Weller?" She runs over with Jenna to get their picture taken.

You have a look around elsewhere. Photos were not on the cards tonight; you could hear your father say another money pit in your head.

You sigh and take a little stroll around, and that's when you see the set of the model of the guitarist on the trailer. His head is thrown back, holding the guitar, mid solo.

You quickly take your phone out and compare it to the guitar in the store. It looks almost the same, but the body colours are switched, and the woodwork is much darker overall.

You take a closer look at the model, the guitar is just a prop, not playable, but it still looked incredible.

"A real beauty isn't she," a voice says from behind you. You spin around quickly. It's the guy from the ride.

"She sure is", you nod, unable to contain your smile.

He looks you over and smiles back.

"I'm sorry about being weird earlier. I didn't recognise you. That's the first time I've seen any visual promo material for the new game" you apologise.

"Oh?" He says, tilting his head and folding his arms.

"Yeah, it was pretty stupid of me. It was the first run of the ride. Of course, some of the cast would be in it." You say faux face-palming yourself, "It's a real honour to meet you" You extend a handshake at him, forgetting about the bandana on your hand, "Ah shit, sorry."

He takes your injured hand in his own and opens up the bandana carefully. He takes a deep breath, "You should probably get that cleaned up properly."

"It's fine, really. It's only a scratch," you say, trying to sound tougher than you were.

He lets out a soft laugh, "Is that so?" He ties your hand back up gently, you can almost taste a tension between you, but you are unsure what kind it is.

"Say would you like to play her?" He asks, stepping backwards and standing at his full height.

"Who?" You say confused.

"The guitar?" He says, grinning widely.

"I thought it was just a prop?" You ask.

"Oh, this one? Yep, that's not real. But I happen to know where she is." He says coyly, "Wanna meet her?" He says, looking at the ground and then into your eyes.

You look back at your friends, who are in another photo queue, and then back at him. "Is it far?" You ask.

"Oh no, it's right behind the backdrop. They'll probably bring her out later for some clumsy-fingered oaf to play." the corner of his lip twitches as he says it.

"Will we get in trouble, and is it free?" You ask, concerned.

His smile widens, "With me, no one is going to give you any problems, trust me. I believe she doesn't charge on the first date". He raises an eyebrow and laughs.

You look back at your friends again. Terry gives you a wave and acts out, being annoyed at how long the queue is. You smile and give him a thumbs up.

"You know what...that would be amazing!"

He pushes his elbow at you to link his arm, and you accept.

You step behind the displays to the backdrop and step through it. It feels like you pass through a few curtains all at once until you get behind the scenes. The floor is filled with a subtle smoke machine, creating a low level of mist around a small stage area.

On it is the set-up from the ride, a bunch of amps and resting against them was the guitar. Your pulse races, and you want to say something, but all that comes out is a small whimper.

"Go get her then," he says, unlinking your arm, guiding you forward with his hand on the small of your back.

You nervously look back at him as he waves you on.

You take off your gloves, shove them in your back pocket and pick up the guitar gently. A hum from the strings rings out as you do, reverberating through your entire body, mind and soul.

You look the guitar over, its pick-ups glinting at you. Finally, gently plug it into the smallest amp and drape the strap around yourself.

She drops down between your waist and hips, and you feel a magnetic pull from the guitar's body, drawing your form to it. It feels like heaven.

It then you realise you've closed your eyes and have just been standing there for a while. You shake your head and laugh nervously, "Sorry, I'm not sure what happened there."

He says nothing, just moves his hand to indicate 'carry on.'

You reach into your back pocket, find a pick, and gently glide it from the pick-ups to the headstock. The guitar lurches and roars in the most beautiful way you've ever heard. It felt like kick-starting a giant motorcycle.

You look at your hands. They are shaking. Then look over at him again. He's closer now, "Go ahead...play something", his dark eyes glint in the low light.

"I'm sure I won't do her justice," you say with your words, but playing this thing is all your hands and brain can think about right now.

He smiles broadly, getting closer still, "She will let you know if she doesn't like it. Don't you worry about that"

What was he talking about? Was he high? Were you high?

Your hands are already positioned before you've even thought about what you want to play.

You laugh, look down at your hands, and say quietly to yourself, "Really? That one?"

You oblige your hands and strum the opening riffs of 'Highway to Hell'

You look up again, and he's closer again, this time with a sly smile and tapping his foot to a non-existent beat.

You botch a chord because the bandana gets in the way of the strings, and pain surges like an electric shock up your arm.

"Jesus Christ", you exclaim, shaking your arm.

"Told you," he says, laughing.

You stand there panting for a minute, looking him straight into his almost pitch-black eyes.

"Maybe, she's not for you," he says, stepping forward to take the guitar from you.

You feel yourself scowl at him, put your pick between your teeth, rip off the bandana from around your palm, and launch into the solo.

And that's when it happens.

You hear the whole song all around you, a 360 spin into a wall of sound, all the other instruments, as the guitar howls, and you sing along with it.

Singing was not something you did. That was Harley and Jenna's department. You'd never even heard yourself sound like this.

You're screaming the outro as your fingers dance across the strings.

"I'm on a highway to hell," you say quietly and drop to your knees, careful to hold the guitar, so she doesn't hit the floor.

You shakily take her from around you and place her back where she was. You rub your eyes, look around and hear a slow clap from the amps. He's leaning against them, biting his lip, looking at you expectantly.

You gulp and wipe the sweat from your brow, "Where can I get a guitar like that?" You ask with desperation.

He pouts, "Oh, this guitar...well, she's one of a kind..." He starts

"Well, how much is she" you snap and then quickly slap your hand over your mouth.

He smiles devilishly, "She's not for sale, I'm afraid, but..."

"But what?" You rush up to him and grab onto the lapels of his leather jacket, "But what??" You repeat.

He is not phased by your antics and gently strokes your arm, "She wasn't made alone. She has a twin" his eyes sparkle directly into yours.

Your eyes go wide, "I saw her. I saw her today! I knew it!" You feel like you've lost your mind.

"Oh, you did?" He smiles and runs his tongue over his teeth, "Well, isn't that such a delicious coincidence."

You look down and realise you are still gripping onto his jacket. You let go and step back, laughing awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Erm, I don't know what came over me, I think Erm...yeah, just all the excitement from the night and playing the guitar."

He smirks at you and smooths down his jacket, "Oh, no need for an apology, Y/N, my dear. I do love a good show. Maybe I could come to see your band sometime?"

You smile back at him, "That would be great...oh but um...do you like metal?"

He cackles, holding his sides, "Oh, I do like it here." He says quietly to himself and then turns back to you, "I do partake in metal, yes."

"Ah, good, that's kind of our genre." But then, something strikes you, "Hey, how did you know my name and that I was in a band?"

He laughs, "Well, you told me, of course, don't you remember?" He looks puzzled at you.

You laugh, but genuinely you didn't remember doing that at all. "I guess I did", you shrug, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Well, I've had a ball, but I've got places to be. I'll see you around, honey," he says, walking away.

"Hey, what's your name?" You call after him.

He spins on his heel, still walking away backwards, "Call me Eddie. Everybody does, darling."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddiemunson #stranger things fanfiction #eddie x reader #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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flyingincandescent · 1 year

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Dungeon500: take two.

Today me and Brae finally stepped out of the house for a while to go dungeon crashing. It was a place that I've been to before. Brae hadn't visited dungeon 500 before, but she got the hang of it pretty quickly.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad of a run, considering how some others had gone before. I think there was just 2 or 3 puzzles, and we were able to solve them peacefully for the most part. Like sure, there was a talking shark that tried to tackle me at first, but I was able to get out of the way of that.

Eventually though, we entered this minecraft-ass looking room with a catapult in it. Everyone was kinda waffling on who would sit in the launcher, so I decided to step up first. I feel like I need to prove my courage lately. I'm not sure why. I think it might have to do with a nightmare I had a few nights ago.

Anyways, I was launched straight into a white cube which sent me to a white void or some shit. It felt like it was beyond everything, yet still connected to everything. Who knows really. The main point is, we met this figure with a die for a head and a dice dress with tentacles everywhere. Her name was the dice maiden, and holy shit she was a piece of work. Not only did she say that she came to exist by charles's hate for her (still not sure how that even works), but that she was also jealous that her shitty slasher boss likes me more than her??? I don't even want to be liked by him anymore! I can still admit he looks attractive, but good looks and bad habits a boyfriend does not make.

So then, we fought. She pulls out the fucking dungeon core, and Samus wound up trying to pistol whip it like, 290 times before passing out from exertion. I managed to grab her and get her out of the way while Charles was charging a hateful fuck-you laser. Those vibes were absolutely rancid, and its no wonder that charles lost one of their stock lives afterwards. Thank fucking goodness that dungeon500 has that feature.

But anyways, they managed to absolutely evaporate the dungeon core, and killed the dice maiden, only leaving her dice dress behind. Charles wound up claiming the dress, and I gotta say, it looks really stylish on him. I bet they could get away with all sorts of shit with that dress on, for some reason.

After that, we exited back to the lobby with that liquid "dimension master" person, who gave us a pretty kickass stash of loot. I pocketed some assorted treasures to give to Goldie, Charles grabbed the single collector's friendcoin to give to Aeons (who absolutely fucking HATED their time in dungeon500 due to weird bullshit that kept happening to them), and Samus got the golden frog, which I can't help but think might be important later down the line. I think Katie also grabbed something, though I forget what is was. I know she put the chest in the lab lobby just in case anyone still wanted to claim something from it. Have I mentioned its a fucking minecraft treasure chest?

Unfortunately, Brae is still terrified of frogs. Its one thing just witnessing her being afraid, but feeling her fear across the network really underscores just how deep cutting that fear really is. Out of concern, I scheduled a therapy appointment for the two of us, since she accepted on the condition that I'd go too. Honestly, I need therapy for so many reasons that I'm not even sure what to bring up on the first session. Do I bring up the bullshit with Dylan? Do I bring up my history back in the session as a teenage assassin? My experiences with trying to find my identity and where I belong? What about all those times that I've had to witness a dead version of myself every time a doomed timeline ever happened? There's just so much baggage I've been holding onto for so long, I'm not sure which bag to unpack first.

Hopefully I find enough answers by wednesday.

#flyingincandescent #sbarg 2.5 dungeon crashers #sbargv2

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cleitherphobiamonsters · 1 year

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(this is a continuation of the last y/n x Jeff the killer piece I posted. I ask for prompts for this universe, please.)

Mick ((y/n's son)) had been more avoidant and quiet since Jeff made a reappearance, having practically thrown the man out of the apartment after spotting him... to the killer's amusement from the sound of it.

... not the kind of quiet she was used to, not the usual teenage "I want to be on my own" or anything like that ... no, it reminded her an awful lot of how he had behaved when she and Mick's father divorced. It was that quiet where it's like he knows something and wants to say it... but also never says it. And it bothered her because he couldn't even hold a conversation with her, anytime she tried talking to him about it he spontaneously had a reason to leave.

Times like these really make her think back to when Mick was a clingy and overly honest little one... where had the years gone? She sighs again while brushing her (hair color) hair, then fixes her (favorite color) tie and brushes any remaining wrinkles out of her clothes. She'll be meeting her hopefully future boss today.

Stepping out of her apartment building almost felt odd, the air was cold despite the sun shining and occasionally she spotted birds on the rooftops… their songs being canceled out by the noise of the city. "Oh! So the bitchy hermit CAN leave her house after all." A familiar voice joked. Y/n nearly dropped her purse and keys but luckily caught them before turning around and glaring at him.

He of course thought it was something to laugh about. y/n grumbles and punches his shoulder, which only prompted more laughter. "Was that supposed to hurt?" y/n doesn't reply, instead she notes his appearance. He was wearing a new hoodie and his hair was in a messy braid (y/n had a feeling he didn't do it himself though…) with his hood down fully she could actually see the extent of some of his burns, on the side of his head where pitch black hair refused to grow… which resulted in his braid looking rather fascinating in her opinion. His blue eyes seemed to be more focused on the people passing by, despite that he seemed rather relaxed, once again leaning against a wall with his arms crossed… in a way he certainly did look handsome though… - what was she thinking and why was she staring at him?!

She quickly looked away, hopefully hiding her heated face. "Aren't you afraid someone's going to recognize you?" She starts walking otherwise she might be late. Jeff pulls his hood up once again and follows with his hands in his pockets. "Nope. You'd be surprised how many humans pass by me and don't recognize me." He makes a point to walk next to her even though it was probably slower than his usual walking speed. y/n wasn't sure what he meant by saying "human" as if it excluded him, but she was happy for a bit of company before talking to her hopefully future boss. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Why was he following her? "Nope." She had a feeling his grin was a bit more genuine at this moment. "Where are you going anyway?" "To try and get a job." "Sounds boring." So Jeff didn't have a job. Y/n assumes he gets what he needs from his victims- she shakes that thought off quickly, trying to ignore the chill going down her spine. What did he usually do then? Aside from killing people? As he doesn't tend to give her answers, she put that question away for later.

. Y/n gets greeted by a young woman waiting for her outside. "Hi I'm-" she stops mid-greeting when she spots Jeff. "Pft, hey ugly." Y/n frowns, opening her mouth to tell her off for being rude… she's not sure if it was habit for Jeff's sake really… - only for Jeff to cackle in response. "You're one to talk Nina." He shoves y/n towards her. "Nah, you've got this job in the bag." He says to her. Wait… Nina? As in her son's work friend? Y/n turns to glare at Jeff for shoving her but he was gone. "Ass." She grumbles. Nina chuckles "yeah, you get used to him. You're here for the night job right?" She gives y/n a friendly smile before gesturing her to follow, which she cautiously does after a moment to scrape together a hopefully professional aura. Something… something about this building felt off… a cold chill runs through her as they left the restaurant area and entered the back, as if her stomach wasn't already rolling over the chance she might not get the job… it sure was rolling now. .

Mr Lillik was a friendly old man who had bought the franchise and revamped it from the ground up, all as a favor for an old friend apparently. Though he does clarify the only reason there's a job opening is due to the former holder of her perhaps future post had been injured… he doesn't clarify if it was to do with work or what could have done it. And after that the conversation turned weirdly casual.

She walked out of the office completely unsure if she got the job or not. And the building didn't feel any less likely to swallow her whole. The moment she steps outside she's hit with a wave of dizziness and at the same time… it's like several tons had been lifted from her shoulders.

#creepypasta au #y/n x Jeff the killer #jeff the killer #writing #random #just for fun #y/n #parent y/n #creepypasta #jeff the killer x y/n #idk #implied violence #probably #some fnaf too

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