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HEY, HELLO I wanted to ask if you can do and todobakudeku x Yandere!reader but if you have done this already plese tag me in it and also, I love your writing <3

TodoBakuDeku X Yandere!Reader

(First time writing yan reader, apologies in advance)

Here's a quick heads-up! I'm only finishing this half finished fic and I'm not doing any editing to what was already written, therefore you may come across grammatical errors and a sudden change in story-telling.

"Good morning Momo, Uraraka!" You ran up to the two, tackling them in a hug. "Good morning, Y/N," Uraraka yawned and her lips tugged into a tired smile. "You seem unusually excited today. Did something happen?" "Ah, well.. no.. not yet, at least." "Ooh!" The brunette exclaimed with new found energy, "something's gonna happen today?" "I presume it's something good..?" Came Momo's addition and you pondered for a moment—what to say, exactly. "I actually have something to ask from you guys.. can we--" "Alright problem children, settle down already.." Aizawa's sudden voice made you jump slightly, and everyone quickly ran to their seats.

A few seconds after taking your seat you felt your phone buzz and checked it cautiously.

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The three musketeers GC

Momo

I'm sorry about earlier. But we can resume the conversation after class...?

Uraraka

There's nothing happening rn, lets just talk here. It seemed like you wanted it to be private anyways @Y/N

You

Yeah, ur right. It also feels more comfortable over text.

Is that okay @Momo?

Momo

If it's that important, then I can't argue. I want to make sure everything's alright with you, since you're my dear friend.

Uraraka

Aww, Momo!

You

Thanks Momo, Uraraka ❤️

Uraraka

Alright, shoot the question bestie

You

😂 Alright, alright

So the thing is..

Ilikesomeonebutidontknowbowtogjfabkuttconfessing

Momo

Uh..

Uraraka

You like someone?? 👀🎉

You

Well, yes

Multiple someones, actually

Momo

I'm not trying to insult you, but what happened?

Uraraka

Come on Momo

They're flustered and just speed wrote 🤭

Momo

I wasn't aware there was something like that 🤔

By the way, @Y/N

You

Yes?

Momo

Who are you talking about? Are they in our class?

You

.. perhaps

Uraraka

OoOoOO

Don't forget any detail!

You

What detail?

Uraraka

Who they are, how many, do you want help choosing between them, etc

You know, what friends usually asks dear friends

You

You guys really like the term dear friend, huh

But I don't want to choose between them

Momo

Y/N I hope you're not thinking about something bad

Uraraka

Huh, wym Mom?

Mom*

MOMO

GEEZ

Oops, i mean geez

😵

You

Lol

Momo

Are you.. okay? 😅

Uraraka

Yes, just autocorrect :/

Sorry

Where were we?

Momo

Right

So what did you think about doing Y/N?

You

Ever heard of polyamory? 😐

Momo

How do you know these someones would be polyamorous? Btw, yes, I had

You

That's why I wanted to talk with you guys

You are close to them

Uraraka

Alright, but WHO

You

.....

@Momo

Momo

We can't exactly help if you don't tell us.. 😅

You

😄

Uraraka

😶

Momo

I don't mean to pressure you or anything, just...

You know

Help us help you

You

😥

Fine

Uraraka

Finally!!!!!

Momo

😅

You

So it's kinda awkward, but there's 3 guys

Just um.. don't judge , ok?

Itsmidoriyaandbakugoandtodoroki

Momo

Please type one word at a time

Or space them

It's hard on the eyes

😐

Uraraka

Momo

"It's Midoriya and Bakugou and Todoroki"

Uraraka

Oh.

oh..

Are you sure??

You

Yeah, very 🙈

Momo

Well, I think Midoriya and Todoroki might agree to a polyamorous relationship if they like someone, but I don't know how they feel about you

no offense!

on the other hand Bakugou....

🤔

Well, tbh I don't know him that well

Uraraka

Balugou def not gonna agree

He's the type o guy who keeps his partners for himself and "doesn't like sharing"

Momo

Especially not with those two, yeah.

But @Y/N

You

Hoo boy, here we go

Momo

What?

Yk whatever not gonna question you anymore

But how come you like them all?

I mean, they're.. kinda different, personality and appearance wise. 🤔

You

Yeah, but it's not like I have an exact type either

Momo

Do you ?

I don't remember ever getting involved with your love life

Prior to now, that is

You

Cause I didn't feel this type of intensity before now

🥰

Momo

I see, well

How can we help

...

Speaking of we, @Uraraka

Smth happen?

Uraraka

What no

Momo

You just acted a bit off

Uraraka

How?

Momo

You didn't bombard Y/N with questions

Uraraka

Still haven't thought of one

It's so sudden

I never even noticed y/n liked someone...

Momo

Well, you have plenty of time to think about questions to ask

But we should help Y/N now

Uraraka

How? 😅

It's not like i or you have any experience, especially with more than one person

You

Ouch 😔

Momo

😅

We can still think of something

No?

Uraraka

If you say so..

I'll chat with you guys once I thought of something

Momo

Alright..

You

Thanks, again

This means a lot to me guys

❤️

Momo

Np 🥰

Uraraka

Yeah

😅

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IRL

You turned off your phone and briefly glanced at Uraraka and Momo. The latter seemed to follow through the lesson without fail after turning her phone off, while Uraraka played with her hair anxiously and chewed her lips. "Heh.." You couldn't help your lips tugging up into a small smirk at the sight of her—hopelessly thinking. Just the sentence "I have a crush on Midoriya" threw her off so much, you wonder what would happen were you to go further.

But it's enough for now.

For now.

"Y/N.. Y/N..." "Mmm.. yeah..?" You murmured softly—with your head nested on the desk and covered by your arms—, and, after recognizing the oh so familiar voice, you sprung up from your seat so quickly you knocked your chair back. "Midoriya! Hi!" The words left your mouth in the form of sharp breaths. "Ahaha, hi." The flustered boy scratched his face and you quickly apologized for the jumpscare, even going as far as to bow down. Which earned you an embarrassed chuckle from said boy. "I didn't mean to bother you either, just wanted to ask for your help with.. something." Midoriya averted his eyes and you took this chance to quickly scan the classroom, only to realize it was only the two of you in the room. You were happy, but also a bit disappointed that no one could witness Midoriya's adorableness and flustered state, though you'll definitely carve out every bastards' eyes who stole a glance when you finally get the chance to. But your top priority right now was the flustered boy in front of you, with his soft locks of green-black hair partially covering his eyes that glanced up once in a while and an awkward smile resting on his face. The sight of him made you feel as it always did—you could barely suppress the urge to pull him into your chest and pepper kisses on every. single. freckle on his body. The way he'd whimper and needily grab onto you, starving for your touch just as much as you do. You wanted to spoil him, to spoil ALL of them. The way all three boys would gaze up at you with glossy eyes, impatiently waiting for your return when you leave. When they finally realize how much you mean to them they'd throw away any silly dreams or thoughts, like wanting to be the No.1 hero. They don't need to work to gain the fake appreciation of those good for nothing members of society. So long as they--

"As expected, it's unreasonable from me, huh.." What?- Oh, for god's sake, you got lost in your fantasy. Again. Now look at the boy—that adorable pout on his face that makes you want to cup his face and force his mouth open to-- alright, Y/N, get your head out of the gutter. "I'm sorry if I upset you." "No, no no no no no!" Before you could regain your composure, your hands shot out to hold Midoriya's. "..?!" Midoriya's sharp gasp was the one thing that pulled you out of your daze as you kept rubbing his hands, which were unlike his face—rough, scarred and full of experience. There's definitely no way you'd be able to take him on in a one-on-one combat. "So-sorry!" You blurted out, but still didn't let go of his hands. "It's-it's just that--that, you know--you have verynicehands!..." "Um." "I-I.. I'm sorry--that sounded incredibly weirdbutididntmeanitinaweirdway or anything--notthatithinkyoucansaysomethinglikethatwithoutsoundinglikeacreep--but-but--you get it right??" "To-to be honest, you were talking a little bit too quickly. Can you repeat it?" Midoriya flashed an innocent smile making you feel as if a thousand butterflies would burst out of you at any. moment. You sighed, and regretfully, let go of Midoriya's hands, already missing the rough texture of his skin against your own.

"Nevermind. To be honest..." You began, looking at Midoriya—staring back at you with a heartbreaking look on his face. "...It's--I'd love to--that, yes... I'd love that..." You cursed yourself mentally for not having the heart to admit you weren't listening to whatever he was asking you and can only pray that it's something you're actually capable of doing. You'd rather die than to disappoint him. But that can wait, you'd rather try to engrave Midoriya's beaming face into your memory. The way he squeezed your hands. The muttered "thank yous" and that warm laugh that classified more as childish giggle will forever be a cherished memory to you, only overwritten with even more intimate moments with him.

"Really, Y/N, you're really nice— I'm sorry for involving you in something silly like this." Midoriya bowed to you and, before you could say anything, ran off through the second door. And as soon as his footsteps faded away, the first door of the classroom slid open—Uraraka held the door with her head dipped so low she might as well been bowing down to you.

"Uraraka-chan!" You called out in a sweet voice, expecting a giggle or smile from the naive girl. "What's wrong? Do you need me to help with anything, dear friend?" Instead, she raised her head and glared at you—god, that annoying baby face really doesn't work in her favor, but it sure as hell makes your blood boil. The mere fact that she was here, most likely expecting to find Midoriya all on his own, to take him away from you even when you told her already how much you yearned for him, for Katsuki, for Shoto—It's obvious!— you are the only one who can have them. Yet, despite making it so clear to her, how they all belonged to you, she still can't give up on Izuku?

"Y/N." Now what, does she want to play the victim—to make you out to be the bad guy?

Probably...

"Yes?" The word escaped through gritted teeth wishing to brutally rip her throat out, maybe that, that would make her curse-like presence perish.

She gulped audibly and took a confident stance as if she was facing a fucking low-worth criminal.

The nerve in her..!

"Wait, no, before you continue..." You raised a hand and continued shortly after, "for how long did you eavesdrop on us? What exactly did you hear? If what you heard was the reason why you're... Mad at me, then you have no right to." "Wha--" "YOU were not a participant in OUR conversation, at the most, you were just stalking me or (my) Izuku and only happened to hear it—that does NOT equal being part of it. So if--" "SHUT UP!!" Uraraka shouted and held her head, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

"You knew it already, didn't you?" You cock your head, "what could you possibly be referring to?" Her lips form a straight line and the hurt in her eyes sells her out. "Oh, it's Midoriya. Well, I would've probably guessed that sooner or later." "You're so heartless.."

"You should stop, before something happens."

But she didn't.

"Seriously--"

/ Whack /

It stings... Your cheek stings and your ears are ringing..

Did...

Did she really...

She just slapped you...

SHE. SLAPPED.YOU.

You truly didn't expect for the dumb bitch to be this dumb. Not a single ounce of courage, merely stupidity.

"Oi." You slowly raise your head, only to meet with a truly horrified expression—all the blood left her face and she, mouth parted, made shallow breaths almost as if forgetting how to breathe, like a fish stuck on land. "I-I.." She stammered, robotically raising her hands in a defensive way, probably afraid you'd hit back.

Which you really wanted to. A lot.

But, alas, nothing goes according to your wishes.

Momo steps into the classroom with Todoroki by her side, and, judging by their expressions, they probably were witness to Uraraka's uncharacteristic melt down.

"Uraraka-san." Todoroki called out, but she didn't turn to face him nor Momo. "Y/N, are you okay?" Momo ran up to you and held your face in her hands, examing the red handprint that slowly formed on your cheek. Truth to be told, it wasn't anything more than a faint uncomfortable feeling and it's most likely gonna disappear after a while.

But.

"Hnn..Momo, did," you sniffled as small droplets of clear liquid trailed down your face and rolled down Momo's hands, "did I do so-something wrong??" "No, you didn't!" A golden opportunity was presented to you. She turned towards Uraraka, "We might've not been here the whole time, but I know that you wouldn't do anything bad intentionally. And so wouldn't Uraraka." Huh? "And I'm sure we can talk this out, right, Uraraka, Y/N?" "Momo..!" Uraraka smiled at Momo with shiny eyes, but you, on the other hand... You should just get rid of them already. They're only obstacles and they never helped you in any way. "Are you okay?" Todoroki's voice tore through the red clouding your eyes. Right. "I don't know why Uraraka-san would shout at and hit me." "That's--" "Why did you hit them?" Todoroki cocked his head and raised a brow, ever so slightly at her. "I..." Uraraka gulped and looked at Todoroki, then Momo. Then you. No. "Y/N's lying about me." "What?" Momo looked at you and Uraraka, a puzzled expression evident on her face. This is not. "Lying about what? You hit me! EVERYONE SAW IT!" "Y/N." Your name fell out of Todoroki's mouth, like a whisper. No. You hadn't prepared for this situation. And you're losing it. They're all looking at you. As if you're not the victim. And truth to be told, you weren't ever really good at acting, especially not under stress. This... THIS ISN'T RIGHT. What should you do...

"Is... Is this about our chat?" You put on your best pouty face and cling to Todoroki, peeking at Uraraka from behind him. "You're mad at me because you like... Midoriya?" "--Nnh...!" She grit her teeth and averted her gaze to the floor, clenching her hands so hard the nails dug into her skin. "Uraraka?" Momo stepped forward to stand before her. "Is what Y/N said true?" "No, I don't like him... I love him! But they knew!..." "Eep!" She pointed at you with a glare and you quickly hugged Todoroki from behind in an act of terror. He turned his head back, checking on you and smiled reassuringly. Aww, how cute. So caring. You almost feel as though you should get rid of Momo and Uraraka right now, before either of those idiots hurt Todoroki. But that's not right. Not yet. "Thank you, Todoroki." You try your best to put on a sad smile, but it's just so difficult when you're so happy. Even with the way things are, it doesn't matter as long as he only has you before him. Not those... Things.

But God does it piss you off how you can't just wrap your arms around him. Can't lock him up or tie him to you... Just yet.

Just a little more.

"This is a sensitive topic to both of you (I assume), so let's talk things out when we're back at the privacy of our dorms." Momo glances around worriedly and presents an uncertain smile, probably with the intention to lighten the mood. "Is that okay with you two?" Uraraka agrees to the suggestion without much hesitation, she trusts Momo's ability to find a solution for everything, after all. You, on the other hand, swallow every venomous word attempting to escape past your lips and begrudgingly nod along.

Your fingers twist the fabric of Todoroki's uniform tightly in anger, but the boy seemingly misinterprets it as fear— he turns towards you slightly and smiles. His hand twitched, contemplating whether he should comfort you with a reassuring touch, but to your disappointment he decided against it and settled with just a smile that turned awkward with uncertainty.

Momo releases a breath of relief and puts a hand on Uraraka's back comfortingly, and slowly leads her out of the classroom. But not before shooting a strange look to Todoroki that you can't quite understand, but you can guess it meant something along the lines of 'lets separate them' or... something, because the next thing you know Todoroki's walking out (in a different direction from the girls) and you instinctively follow him, still clinging to his uniform.

You don't say anything during the walk, and you only stop when you arrive to the entrance of the dorms and Todoroki turns around— forcing you to let go of him— and scratches his neck. "Y/N." "Yes?" You answer immediately, but it doesn't divert his attention from your intense staring. Though he doesn't comment on it. "...You like Midoriya?" "No! Yes– wait, um... This is a little more complicated than it seems." You huff and massage your temple, contemplating lying. Todoroki irks a brow, but doesn't speak any further.

Should you come clean? Todoroki's a rational person, plus he wouldn't judge you, right? Maybe telling him your feelings might provide a better solution than... Well, it's still a plan B, but you shouldn't jinx things just yet.

"So, let's say hypothetically I have a "crush" on Midoriya," you fiddle with your hands and avoid looking at Todoroki for fear of exposing yourself, "but at the same time— I have a crush on an another person too..... And one other. Hypothetically saying!" He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't seem to want to leave just yet, though you're still afraid from looking up and meeting his eyes, so you can't be sure. "What would that make me?" "... I don't know." He answers thoughtfully. "You like three people?" "Hypothetically only, it's a hypothesis! Like a "what if" question." You blurt out hastily, whipping your head up and finally meeting Todoroki's gaze. Fortunately or unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have an opinion formed, or he just doesn't show it with the stoic expression he's wearing.

"Okay." He says with a bit of a pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know what answer you want." "It's not– nevermind. Let me reword that— say, hypothetically, if you were the one I had a crush on... What would you do?" "One of the three?" "Y-yeah." You sigh and carefully examine as he raises his hand to his chin in thought, seriously contemplating your "hypothesis". "...What would that mean?" "What?" "If you had a 'crush' on me, what would that mean?" "That I like you? I really don't know what you're asking."

"Then I would say thank you." "....That's it?" "Yes... Was there something else?" "Sometimes I forget how annoying it can be to talk about certain topics with you..." You grumble under your breath, but you also know that no matter how dense Todoroki can be, he's still someone you genuinely love. Even if your love may be a little too intense..... sometimes.

"No, thank you for answering my hypothetical questions. But I have to go back to my dorm now, so see you later." You say dejectedly and wander into the building, and you feel a slight pang in your chest as you consider that Todoroki may be easier to convince under different circumstances.

~ At night ~

It's about time the bakusquad leaves for their respective rooms (and Bakugou will be alone), so you use your quirk to transform into a small cat and climb into his window to wait.

"...What are you talking about?" Your ears perk up to the sudden change in atmosphere, and you try your best to eavesdrop without being spotted. "Midobro! He told me he's dating someone." Kirishima exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile to Bakugou. "No way!!" Mina screeched, but even that ear-piercing noise couldn't deter your thoughts from wandering from what the redhead had said. "Are you sure it wasn't just a prank or some kind of test from the teachers??" "Kamibro, he was blushing and rambling the whole time we talked." Kirishima turned towards Bakugou for support, but didn't receive any. "The nerd's always blushing and rambling to everyone, besides, there's no idiot stupider than him who would date him." He grumbled, briefly raising his head from his phone, and quickly returned to it. "Man..." Kirishima groaned and looked out the window— you quickly ducked to the side, hoping he wouldn't see you—, then he looked around the room once more. "So you guys aren't interested in who's Midobro's date? Not even a little bit?" "No, dumbass. Because he doesn't have one. Tch!" Bakugou commented, not raising his head this time. Kirishima turned to the other two, receiving unsure grins. "I guess we should go to our own rooms already, it's getting pretty late anyways..." He pouts, and the trio leaves files out of the room, saying a brief "good night" to the blond, now laying on his bed and leaning against the wall.

"Mreow~" You quickly seize the opportunity and paw at the glass until Bakugou notices you, and opens the window. "You're early.." He says thoughtfully as you trot towards the soft bed, and curl yourself up next to the pillow. It's something you've been doing for a few weeks now, taking on the form of a small cat and hanging out with Bakugou late at night— the first time you were impatient, thus careless, and you almost got caught in your original (human) form inside his room. But a few days later, when you were on a walk you saw a young kitten and you got an idea— and to your delight, that idea worked out well and Bakugou allowed you inside his room, even petted you and allowed so many more things that would've been considered weird, or even creepy if you were to do it as a human. (Since then, you've also began visiting Midoriya and Todoroki in their rooms when they were alone, and when morning came you took something from there as a keepsake, of course being careful not to make them too suspicous).

He plops down next to you, but this time he lays on his back and pats his stomach. You happily climb onto him and nuzzle into his neck, purring and kneading as he gently strokes your fur. His lips tug into a small, silly smile and he sighs. You know how relaxing it is for him to pet you and you'd be lying if you said this isn't one of your favourite things to do. But in a few hours, after you made sure he was asleep you'd go to visit your Izuku and Todoroki, as you've been doing for the past few weeks.

Otherwise, how could you sleep peacefully, if there was a chance either one of them could be hurt or even worse... So you have to make sure they are safe, every night, even if they don't know, even if they never thank you.

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I really don't want to make this too long. I really didn't know how to end this, so this may seem abrupt.

Ps. I wanted a build-up, but it definitely turned a little awkward. I just didn't want to write the typical (and cringy) yandere falls in love and is immediately killing everyone who even looks at the subject of their love.

I might write another Yandere!Reader x The trio fic (that would be a 100% better) sometime in the future, but right now I'm just glad I got this one off my shoulders. Thank you for reading! ':)

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #yandere #todobakudeku x reader #yandere reader #todobakudeku x yandere reader #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha izuku midoriya #reader insert #request #reqs open

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strawberryspotsstuff · 2 years

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OKAY. SO. CAN U WRITE A LITTLE SILLY SOMETHING ,,,, SO I HAD THE IDEA OF LIKE, READER BABYSITTING JACK WITH ALBERT AND EMMETT IS LIKE hmmmmm. i like you. AND READER IS LIKE w ha AND ALBERT IS LIKE you cheater :( /j t ALKJSHDYUSIAKNDBGHSJ PLESE IM THROWING UP I LOVE EMMETT SM,

LMFAO AMAZING!!!!!

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Emmett x Babysitter! Reader

Cold winds picked up south and followed the winding cobblestone pathway to the dimly lit two-story house. The moon was hidden within the clouds, and lightened the roof of the old house. The smell of alcohol from a van parked out front. You readjusted your shawl as you made your way to the front door, noticing that the lounge room curtains were just opened to see that Albert was sit crossed legged on the floor with Jack already.

You smiled in amusement, shaking your head as you go to ring the doorbell, the echoing of the music ringing throughout the house and the response of shuffling of feet could be heard.

Emmett opened door, smiling.

"Y/N!" He sung, stepping aside and letting you through.

You waved, bowing you head in return. "Emmett! Good to see you again!"

"You too, come, come join Albert in the lounge room, the rest of the family already left"

You nodded as you joined the pair in the lounge room. The walls seemed to have been freshly painted, the couches dusted and vacuumed, the coffee table covered in an array of books and puzzles. Both Albert and Jack sitting on the floor doing a puzzle.

"Oh, afternoon Y/N" Albert waved, patting a spot next to him, Jack waving shly in return.

You waved to Jack, greeting Albert. "Afternoon Albert, whatcha doing?"

"Puzzles!" Jack warmly answered, smiling.

Emmett followed you and sat on couch close to you, resting his head on his palm. He smiled fondly, watching you three finish the puzzle.

Albert perked his head up, raising a brow at the man, before smirking. "And I thought I only got those stares, already moved on huh?" He joked fluently.

Emmett's face flushed a soft pink, rolling his eyes. "Shut up, Albert"

Albert in return cackled, now gaining your attention as you flicked your head to Emmett's direction with a raised brow.

"What is thats s'pose to mean?" You asked, Albert cackling in the background.

"Oh, its, uh, nothin', Albert is just being a nuisance" Emmett glared, crossing his arms.

You nodded softly, before turning back and playing with Jack.

Some time passed, Emmett invited you three for a quick dinner, before Albert said his goodbyes and parted his ways, leaving you and both the Cults in the house. You were currently getting Jack ready for bed before saying goodnight to him and descending the creaking stairs, the floorboards being pushed down with every step you took.

Emmett was waiting for you by the door, smiling. As you walked up to him you smiled in return, it falling into a soft silence.

"Hey-" Both of you started.

"Uh, my apologies Y/N, you were going to say something?" He blinked in surprise.

"Oh! No,no, you share."

"No, no you can!"

"How... How about we say it at the same time?"

Both you of nodded, in the dimly light house you noticed his cheeks were flushed bright red.

"3...2...1" Emmett counted down.

"I loved your dinner, sorry for not saying it sooner"

"I really like you"

"......"

"....."

"..what." you blinked.

"UH- I MEAN, GOODNIGHT Y/N HAHAHA" Emmett pushed you out the door, your face becoming beat red.

"Wait Emmett!-"

You blinked, staring at the closed door.

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TADAAAAA tehehehehehehe :o))

#strawberrycow writes #roblox myths #The cult family #emmettcult #emmett x reader

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itsnotdeviancyitsdigiorno · 11 months

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✨DRAGON DESIGN ✨

I’m hoping to do more designs in the future! The line art was a kill but it was still a fun process

This was actually inspired by the Greek mythology of the fates ( well I was rewatching Disney’s Hercules and I like the concept of 3 heads sharing one eye—so here we are lol)

PLESE DO NOT USE OR REPOST!

#dragon art #dragon design #original design

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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Tequila Confessions

Emily reveals more than she means too, and much more than Aaron would like, on a girls' night out.

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A gift for @hancydrewfan, who immediately, on the first try, guessed the name of the College AU fic off of the initials alone.

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Words: 3k

Warnings: Rated Teen. Discussions of sex, although non-graphic. Alcohol consumption, cursing.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Girls' nights were rare.

Any night that wasn’t taken up by a case seemed rare in itself, but this was even less likely to happen. A night when all three of them were free, no responsibilities with the kids, or date nights with their partners, was something special.

It was Penelope’s idea, as it always was. A demand to spend time with both Emily and JJ, claiming that they hadn’t had the chance to do so since Emily’s bachelorette party 8 months prior. Penelope convinces them to go to their favourite taco place, and doesn’t tell them it’s Margarita Night until they get there, knowing they both would have hesitated to drink quite as much as they ended up having on a work night if they had known.

Emily feels pleasantly buzzed as it occurs to her that this was exactly what her husband told her would happen when she explained their plans to him. A look on his face that she found annoyingly attractive as he, slightly condescendingly, asked her if it was really a good idea.

She’s lost count of the number of margarita’s she’s had when they, inevitably, start talking about sex. The rational part of her brain, that was slowly drowning in tequila, told her that she should just smile and nod, listen along as Penelope shared stories, and JJ interjected with comments about Will. She knew Aaron felt uncomfortable if she shared too much, something she had done at her bachelorette party.

She sees the screen of her phone light up on the table, grabbing it and smiling when a text from Aaron pops up.

Still need me to pick you up?

She types a response, the screen a little blurrier than usual as she blinks a couple of times to try and clear her vision.

yess plese

She smiles when she sees the dots indicating he was replying pop up already, imagining him sitting at home just waiting for her to let him know she was ready. Two texts appear in quick succession.

Ok, just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll come get you.

Please drink some water.

She replies and puts her phone back down.

Ok, live you.

“What about you, Em?”

She looks up at her friends, sees the expectant look on their faces as she takes another sip of her drink, not even tasting the alcohol anymore. She knows she’s crossed the line from tipsy to drunk, and that she had absorbed any of the conversation whilst she was texting Aaron.

“What about what?” She asks, having more of her drink before she sets it down.

Penelope rolls her eyes lovingly, “If you hadn’t been sexting Hotch you would have heard.”

“I wasn’t sexting him,” she replies, “we only do that when I’m bored at work.”

JJ sniggers and Penelope gasps, clearly unaware of that. “Oh yeah,” JJ says, looking back and forth between her friends, “they aren’t that subtle either.”

Emily narrows her eyes slightly. “What was the question?” She asks, moving the conversation along.

“Where’s the craziest place you and Hotch have had sex?” Penelope asks, indicating to the waiter that they wanted another round of drinks. Emily is silent for a little too long, and Penelope winks at JJ, “or is he really as vanilla as Rossi likes to say he is.”

Emily feels immediately defensive of Aaron, the tequila making her forget that this was exactly how Penelope had got details out of her last time, using her protective nature against her.

“No,” Emily says casually, taking a sip of her drink, “I was going to say the back of our car, but that was just a hand job,” she feels a sick sense of pride when JJ splutters her margarita everywhere, covering her mouth as she laughs, “so I think I’d have to say his desk at work.”

“His desk?” Penelope exclaims, sounding delighted despite the scandalised look on her face.

Emily nods in response, the movement making her feel a little dizzy. “It was during the day too.”

Their next round of drinks arrive, and any attempts at keeping things to herself are long gone.

___

When Aaron walks into the restaurant he immediately hears them.

He gives the hostess a small smile and nods over to the table where Emily, JJ and Penelope were sitting and he walks over to it. JJ spots him first, announcing his presence a little too loudly.

“Aaron!” Emily exclaims as she turns to look at him, a wide smile on her face as he makes it to the table. He leans down and kisses her, not surprised when he can taste tequila on her lips. She pulls him down into the spare seat next to her, and he complies, knowing from experience that he wouldn’t get them out and into the car immediately.

“Hi honey.” She says, leaning into his side. “We were just talking about you.” She places her hand on his leg, much higher up than she usually would in public, and he’s grateful that he made the decision to sit down. “All good things, I promise.” She adds on quickly.

“Very good things.” JJ says, nodding.

“Great things.” Penelope says at the same time, not quite looking at him.

He feels Emily’s hand drift up his leg slightly, and he grabs it, linking their fingers together to stop her from actually groping him.

“Shall we go?” He says, looking back and forth between them all. “I can drop you both home if you want.”

“That would be great, Hotch.” JJ says, smiling gratefully. “I would have got a cab otherwise.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Penelope says, standing up as they get ready to leave.

“You don’t have to call me, Sir. We aren’t at work.” He says, something he had told her many times over the years, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the title as their personal lives got more and more intertwined.

They get into the car, Aaron supporting Emily with his arm around her waist the whole way whilst the other two women walk arm in arm. They make pleasant conversation the entire journey, dropping JJ off first. The three of them were clearly very drunk, their voices, and laughter, louder than normal.

As he pulls up outside of Penelope’s apartment building he offers to walk her up, but she declines, saying she’d text Emily when she was upstairs.

“Thanks for the lift though, Sir.” Penelope says, opening the car door. “It’s a nice car. There's a lot of space back here. It’s very…handy.”

Emily turns around sharply and glares at her, the movement too fast for her drunken state.

“Pen.”

“What…” Aaron starts, the situation clicking in his brain as he speaks. “Oh.” He looks at his wife, an imploring look on his face.

“Sorry,” Penelope says, laughing at her own joke as she puts her hands up, “I couldn’t help myself.” She closes the car door and waves at them, before she turns and walks towards her apartment.

Emily sighs as she settles back into her seat, avoiding Aaron’s eye contact as he starts to drive off. They sit in silence for a couple of minutes before her phone pings, and she looks down to see a text from Penelope.

“Pen made it to her place.” She says, smiling at him. “Thank you for picking us up.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies, “It’s better than you getting a cab home.”

He’d done his job for too long to allow that to happen, had seen too many things, so he’d always gladly go and pick her up.

Even if she did tell their coworkers things he considered private.

“Sweetheart,” he says adoringly, despite his mild irritation, “how many times have I asked you not to tell Garcia about our sex life.”

“She gave me tequila. It’s like truth serum!” She exclaims, her words slurring in a way that makes him bite back a smile, fighting a losing battle as he desperately tries to keep the moral high ground. “If it helps,” she says, turning to face him and placing her hand, a little too high, on his thigh, “I was very complimentary.”

“Funnily enough, Em,” He deadpans, throwing her a look before focusing his concentration back on the road, “that does not make me feel better.” He sees her all but pouting, or the closest she ever came to it, out of the corner of his eye and he sighs. He places his hand over hers on his leg to stop it from wandering any further up, linking their fingers and placing it closer to his knee. “How complimentary?” He asks indulgently, not really wanting to know the answer, but he knows he’s done the right thing when she smiles brightly, his chest tight at the sight of it.

She shifts in her seat so she’s able to see him a little better, a wry grin spreading across her face.

“Incredibly so,” she replies, biting her lower lip, her usual subtle attempts at flirting with him left behind in the restaurant, somewhere in between her 3rd and 4th margarita, “the best I’ve ever had. I even told them about that thing you do with your ton-”

“Ok, yes thank you sweetheart.” He cuts her off, already feeling his cheeks flush at the idea of his employees knowing that level of detail about his sex life with his wife. He clears his throat, looking over at her again briefly and raising an eyebrow, pride he felt a little ashamed of rising in his chest. “The best you’ve ever had?”

She beams at him. “By far, honey.” She winks at him, or he thinks she’s attempted to when both of her eyes briefly close, “I can prove it to you when we get home.”

He squeezes her hand before turning the car into their street. “Not tonight, I think it’s best we get some water in you and then get you into bed.”

She frowns at him, her nose scrunching up in displeasure. “Spoilsport.”

Aaron chuckles as he parks the car, getting out of it and round to her side before she’s even managed to unclip her seat belt. He isn’t surprised when she stumbles into him as she stands, his arm already wrapped around her waist. She steadies herself by grabbing the back of his shirt, her fingers tangled in the material. She smiles up at him, her eyes glazed over, a glassiness that did not diminish their beauty. She kisses him, and he responds, managing to avoid grimacing at the taste of the tequila.

When she pulls away she looks at him, her teeth pressing into her bottom lip. “Are you sure you don’t want to have sex?”

Aaron grabs her hand as she goes for the front of his pants, a lesson he had learnt in the restaurant earlier, and starts to lead her into the house.

“I’m sure,” he says, kissing the side of her head as she whines a little, “we have work in the morning so we’ll go to bed, I’ll get you some water and help you take off your makeup, and then we’ll go to sleep.”

She leans into his side as he opens the front door, her head against his shoulder. “You’re the best husband I’ve ever had.”

He smiles and shakes his head at her, his hand at her lower back as he guides her into the house.

“I’m the only husband you’ve ever had.” He replies, encouraging her to lean against the side table by the door whilst he took her shoes off for her. “Now let's go to bed.”

She stumbles twice on the stairs, and Aaron briefly considers vetoing all week day girls nights in future.

___

Emily genuinely had never felt so sick in her life. She groans as the car goes around a corner, sharper than she’d ever remembered it being. She briefly closes her eyes, the light not blocked out by her sunglasses too bright for her to handle.

“Do you have to drive so fast?” She asks, reaching into the McDonald's bag in her lap, grabbing another hashbrown to eat tentatively, her stomach still unsettled.

“Em, I’m already driving a little below the speed limit.” Aaron replies, and she doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling. “I cannot go any slower.”

She groans, taking a sip of her Diet Coke. “Why did I think drinking with Pen, of all people, on a week night was a good idea?” She runs her hand over her face. “She can convince JJ and I of anything.”

“I have no idea, baby.” He replies, pulling the car into the Quantico parking garage. “If only someone, who happens to be your husband and your boss, tried to tell you it wasn’t a good idea.”

She glares at him, her sunglasses falling down the bridge of her nose as she lowers her head slightly. “I’m going to remember this next time you’re hungover.”

She watches as he tries to suppress a smile, and he nods, leaning over the centre console to press a quick kiss to her lips.

“Ok, Em. Next time Dave and I go out and exchange stories about our sex lives you can make fun of me.” He deadpans, climbing out of the car. She follows suit, her bag of hashbrowns clutched in her hand, as she meets him on the other side of the car, grateful that he’d picked up both of their briefcases.

“What?” She looks at him for a second, her face screwed up in confusion before it clicks, memories of the night before flooding back. A few details too many shared over margaritas that she lost count of at some point during the evening. “Oh fuck,” she says, grimacing her spare hand reaching out and touching his arm, “shit, I’m sorry Aaron.”

He shakes his head at her, any annoyance he would have felt the night before long gone.

“It’s fine, just…maybe try not to tell them about anything else next time.” He says, leading them towards the elevator. “I do still have to do their annual evaluations, you know, how are they supposed to take me seriously when you’ve told them that I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

She groans as the elevator starts, partially due to the feeling it creates in her stomach, partially from embarrassment. She leans her head on his shoulder, drawing the last bit of physical comfort from him that she would be able to have until they went home that evening.

“I stand by that.” She mumbles, just as the doors open to reveal Dave on the other side, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Wow Prentiss, you look even worse than Garcia.” He says, his smile not diminishing.

She scoffs and pushes past him. “Shut the fuck up Dave.”

___

She makes it to lunchtime before she hits a slump, her exhaustion and self inflicted headache taking hold. She’s just about to consider going to get a coffee when one appears in her eye line, a paper cup from her favourite cafe coming into view. She looks up to see her husband standing by her desk, an eyebrow raised at her as he pushes the coffee slightly closer to her.

“Thought you would need it by now.”

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, pulling the coffee towards her as she takes a sip, “I love you so much.”

“You talking to Hotch or the coffee there, Princess?” Derek jokes from his desk, his smile only getting wider when she glares at him. JJ turns in her seat too, looking slightly green as she does so.

“Both.” She answers, looking back up at Aaron. “It can be both.”

Aaron pulls a paper bag from behind his back and passes it to her. “This might put me ahead of the coffee.”

She gasps as she opens it to see her favourite pastry in the bag, the smell making her stomach roll in a nice way for the first time since she’d woken up that morning.

“Ok, yes. I definitely love you more.” She says, gratefully taking a bite as she speaks.

“How come I don’t get pastries and coffee when I’m hungover?” Dave asks, having joined the group, a sly smile on his face. “This stinks of special treatment.” He jokes, winking at Derek who smiles, clearly ready to join in.

“Yeah what gives, Hotch? What does Emily do that we don’t?”

“I suck his di-”

“Ok.” Aaron says, cutting off his wife before she could continue, her usual professionalism thwarted by her hangover, her words thankfully slightly muffled by the food in her mouth. Although he knows from the slightly horrified look on Spencer’s face they’d heard her. “She’s my wife.” He says, leaving no room for argument. “I can bring her coffee.”

Penelope choses that moment to walk over, thankfully cutting off the opportunity for the conversation to continue any further. She's paler than usual, her normal chirpy demeanour somewhat soured, and she comes to a stop by Emily’s desk.

“Sir, where do you want the files for the Hayes case?” She asks, looking at Aaron as if it was taking all of her concentration to stay standing up straight.

“You can just put them on my desk, Garcia.”

There's a moment of silence and he watches his wife’s eyes widen almost comically, and the same happens to JJ and Garcia.

Emily coughs, briefly choking on a flake of pastry caught in her throat, and Aaron pats her on the back.

“Em, are you ok?” He asks, concern laced through his voice, but then he hears Penelope and JJ laughing, both of them doing a poor job of covering it.

“Yes,” she says, clearing her throat, “I’m fine.”

“I’ll just go…put these files on your desk.” Penelope says, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling, and failing miserably. “Sir.”

Aaron looks back and forth between the three women, feeling just as confused as the rest of the males members of the team looked, until it clicks in his head. He sighs, turning to look at his wife, who was very purposely avoiding his eye contact, suddenly finding her desk very interesting.

“Really, Em?”

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me posting about my characters by name as if literally anyone but me understands what the fuck i'm talking about

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The next morning, Hong was a bit away from the raging snowstorm when he opened his mouth wide.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh.”

Flakes of snow started to land in his open mouth. This tingling sensation was different than other poisons he had eaten before.

“More, more!”

Hong’s excited voice made Cale push Hong, who was in his arms closer to the snowstorm. The Killer Whale Archie was watching this with shock.

“So tasty!”

He then heard Cale’s voice as well.

“You’ll get a stomach ache if you eat too much.”

On, who was next to him, responded back.

“Snow is so small that you won’t ever get full.”

Cale shook his head.

“You’ll get a stomach ache if you eat too many cold things.”

On let out an, ‘ah,’ before nodding her head. She then turned her head to the side. Raon, who was wearing a fur coat and using thermal magic on himself, was sniffling next to her.

“You’re right! You need to be wary of catching a cold. Even great beings can get stuffy noses.”

On nodded her head at Raon’s statement. She then started to create a fog.

Swoooooooosh-

Cale looked down after hearing something by his leg. On was creating fog next to him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to make my fog like this snowstorm.”

On answered back and looked toward Cale, who shared his honest sentiments.

“Splendid.”

On calmly smiled before continuing to swirl her fog. The Black Dragon gave her some advice while standing next to her in order to help her create a stronger fog tornado.

PLESE THEY’RE THE CUTEST LITTLE FAMILY ASDFGHJKL!!! DAD CALW WITH HIS KIDS!!!😭😭😭

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when u actually share the same vraincell im actually cruing tears strenaubf down my face plese send gelp

note: this is not a script and this just srsly shows how me and kani are very connected🤯🤯🤯

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CHAPTER 5

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 5

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: none.

A/N: This is a story with a younger Andy Barber (30) and a 3 year old Jacob. English is not my first language, I know Little about how education (in general) and universities work in the States, also, I don’t know anything about laws, DA, ADA, etc. sooooo don’t come from me, please, at the end of the day this is just fiction and the purpose is to entertain. Enjoy!

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Word count: 1704

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An hour had passed and Andy and Annie were still talking on the living room. Andy was a very intelligent man, he was a fan of the Red Soxs, just as Annie and her family were. They shared stories about their families going to Fenway Park and enjoyed some baseball games during the season.

“Do you really don’t like beer? Andy questioned her, after he went to grab another bottle from the fridge.

“No, sorry. Daniel also makes fun of me because of that… Have you ever arrested anyone?

“I’m a lawyer not a cop; but I could arrest you for not liking beer” Annie looked a little confused and kinda scare, Andy just laughed and touched his chest while doing so. It was the first time Annie saw him laughed like that, it was a nice laugh, infectious actually.

“I’m just joking, lawyers do that too, you know. We can’t be serious or in a bad mood all the time.” He took a sip of his beer, “In case you’re wondering, I don’t have a gun… nor handcuffs.” Andy smirked at her and she just blushed, heat going through her face, maybe it was the third glass of wine she was having.

“Where did you study law?”

“NYU”

“It was one of my options, but I couldn’t get in. At the end I choose the one closer home so my parents wouldn’t miss me that much.”

“I heard Lasell is a good school, and since you have a scholarship, I assumed you are a great student. Still, I can picture you in New York.”

“Wait, how do you know I have a scholarship?”

“Ammm, you told me the day we met.” Andy drank the rest of his beer.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.

“I’m sure I didn’t. How you know that?”

“If I tell you would you promise not to run away?

“…Ok”

“When Pam told me to hire you I kinda research you”

“YOU WHAT?!!!”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to see what kind of person you were, and I know it sounds creepy, but I really needed to know some stuff. Besides I could see you didn’t lie, and that made me feel certain that I could trust you with my child.”

Annie looked at Andy for a moment, and drank her wine. She couldn’t believe he would’ve done something like that, I mean he was a lawyer and work with the police so it kinda made sense, but still it was the first time something like that happened to her.

“Alright…Can I ask you some stuff?”

“What kind of stuff? Andy raised his eyebrow.

“Well apparently you know more about me than I know about you soooo, how old are you?”

“I’m 30”

“Na-ah! I thought you were older. Like 40.”

“Ouch,” Andy touched his chest acting hurt, “Don’t worry I get that a lot, it must be the beard.” He ran his right-hand through his beard, “Maybe I should shave.”

“No!” Annie answered way too quickly, “You look good like that, not all men can pull that look. It suits you.” Annie raised her hand and touched his cheek, Andy stared at her; he could smell the perfume on her wrist and feel the heat on his cheek. Annie moved her hand right away.

“I let it grow a year before I finish Law school, I thought I will look more professional. Wait here.” Andy stood up and went upstairs leaving Annie by herself in the living room. A minute later he came back with something in his hands.

“Look.”

Andy handed her an old photo album, inside there were pictures of him when he was younger. He was shaved, and he was wearing normal clothes, jeans, t-shirts, and even cargo shorts. He looked very different to the man sitting in front of her. The guy in the pictures looked so relaxed and a lot less stressed.

“You look like a frat boy, and kind of a douchebag” Annie snorted.

“I wasn’t a douche, I hope” both smiled at each other.

“Right…” She raised her brow.

“I wasn’t, I’m always been a one woman’s man.”

“Do you ever dress like this anymore?” Annie was looking at a picture where he was wearing some green cargo shorts, an old t-shirt and a baseball cap.

“Well, I don’t wear those type of shorts anymore. I like to wear pretty much like now, sweatpants, a t-shirt, maybe a hoodie, it will be weird to be around the house on a suit 24/7. And sometimes I run or work out in the mornings, can’t wear a suit for that either.”

“You work out?”

“Yeah, in the guest room, I have some equipment there, have you not noticed?”

“I don’t snoop in your rooms Andy. I’ve just been in Jake’s room.”

“I don’t sleep with a suit either, sometimes I don’t wear anything” Annie eyed at him, Andy was completely red, “Shit, sorry, I mean… Maybe I should stop drinking, that was out of line, I’m really sorry.” He really didn’t know where that came from, he just kept talking until it was too late.

“No problem, sometimes I sleep like that too, mainly when me and Daniel… you know.” Andy swallowed hard, he blinked a couple of times while trying hard not to imagine her without clothing, he stared back at her and Annie turned her attention back to the pictures.

There were pictures of him when he was a kid, his mom was in some of those pictures; she was a beautiful woman and you could see how close they were. Annie was looking at one picture were Andy was with his mom and a birthday cake.

“She was a nurse,” Andy said out of nowhere, “we only had one another.”

“Just like you and Jake.” Annie smiled

“Hmmm I never thought about it, but yes, just like us.”

Annie kept looking at the pictures, in some of them Andy was drunk, you could notice because of his droopy eyes and flirty smile, she changed the page and there it was, a picture of Andy and the woman from the picture in Jake’s room. It was not the only picture of course, but one in particular caught her attention. They both looked young, Andy was holding her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and she had her hands on her little bump, barely visible, but it was there. They seemed so happy.

“Andy,” Annie paused thinking of her next question, “You said you didn’t have a wife,” Andy knew she was about to ask him about Jake’s mom, and it wasn’t a lie Annie was dying to know about the woman in the picture, but she went in a different direction. “Do you have any more family?”

“No,” Andy sighed, “my dad wasn’t around when I was a kid, and my mom died when I was about to finish Law school, cancer.”

Annie gave him a sad smile and nodded.

“Why are you telling me all of this, and showed me this?” She said lifting the photo album.

“Well, you said it, I know more about you that you about me, so is only fair for you to know some things about my life, I guess.” He didn’t seem to convince but it was so easy to talk to her.

“Thank you.” She looked at the clock, “It’s late, I should go home.”

“I can drive you.” Andy offered.

“No, you have to stay, Jake could wake up. I’ll take an Uber.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“I’m sure, I can text you when I get home.”

“That will be nice, thank you.”

Annie stood up and felt a little light headed and stumble, Andy grabbed her arms and stopped her from falling.

“You ok?” she looked at him with hooded eyes.

“Yeah,” Annie stare at him, his eyelashes were so long, his eyes seem bluer this close, and she could see a layer of hair on his chest to the v cut on his t-shirt, Andy’s lips were slightly open, his heart racing at the closeness of her body “It was a bad idea to drink wine,” she took a deep breath, “Happens every time, I’ll be fine.”

“I think I should drive you.”

“No, no, stay, don’t worry about me.” She said taking her phone out.

5 minutes later the Uber came and Annie left the Barber’s house. By the time she arrived to the building where she lived it was almost midnight. She called for Daniel but there was no answer, meaning he was still out with his friends, like every Friday night. She changed her clothes and laid on the bed, making herself comfortable, to finally get some sleep. She was drifting off when her phone lit up.

“Are you home?” It was Andy, she smiled.

“Yes, sorry, I forgot to let you know. I’m too sleepy”

“You didn’t sleep on the Uber, did you?”

“I closed my eyes for a bit”

“That can be dangerous, but I’m glad you made it, I can sleep now.”

“hahaha, what would have happened if I hadn’t told you I was home safe?”

“Drive all the way to your house; or I will have dark circles under my eyes tomorrow.”

“Do you really know where I live?”

“It was in my report”

“I’m fine, you can rest now.”

“Good night. ”

“Good night, Andy.”

Annie let her phone on the nightstand while she looked at the ceiling smiling like a little school girl her heart pounding a little faster against her chest; and Andy was in his bathroom smiling at the last message she had send him. He could picture Annie answering him with her cute smile and bright honey eyes. He took a deep breath and thought about what he was feeling at the moment, it could be the beer talking but those butterflies in his stomach didn’t go away, and last time he felt them was when he met Laurie back in NYU. Just the thought of Laurie made his smile fade away. Andy washed his face and went straight to bed, he looked one last time to Annie’s text and then closed his eyes.

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