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marvelsage · 1 year

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2.Avatar: The Way of Water

Part1 pt3

“Again!”

For the past few weeks you had been training the Sullys the way of your people in many ways. At first they were hesitant, heavy shouldered, and vulnerable but, now they are more sure about themselves, relieved of stress, and have expanded. As you indeed teach them your way, you also included meditation and healing practices in your lesson.

One day after lessons you had decided to roam the reefs near the three rocks, as Olo’eykte of the deep sea you had made it apart of your duties to make sure all marine life were thriving. You had been cleaning some debris left behind on the reefs when a huge crash was heard on the other side of the rocks. Going to investigate, you were utterly surprised seeing Lo’ak being chased by an Akula. Staying calm you swam further into the open and called for the Akula as it had cornered Lo’ak into some reef.

Now his sights were on you, you dodged its attacks and smacked it with your tail into the rocks. While momentarily dazed, you took the opportunity to swim over to Lo’ak who looked on the verge of passing out and grabbing him out of the reef. You were almost to the surface when the Akula came heading straight for you both, when suddenly he was being slammed by an even being opponent into the reef.

‘a Tulkun’

Feeling the body in your grasp go limp spring you into action and break through the surface. You held him up on your tail as best you could until you felt the Tulkun a fin underneath you both. Glancing it’s way for second before performing CPR, eventually the boy came through coughing up water.

“There, there it alright. Just breathe, you are alright now Lo’ak.” Breathing heavily he takes a moment to gather his bearings while you turn to the Tulkun that had saved you both.

“Payakan…” He watched you warily as you recognized it, but all you did was smile softly and gestures to him as a ‘I see you, my friend’ ‘thank you’. He whines and clicks in response before turning his attention to the boy beside you, Loak.

“You saved my life, thank you Olo’eykte Y/n.” You nod before gesturing the creature you are currently on as he blows water, startling him.

“I am not the only one who saved you..”

“Woah! Uh thank you as well.” He signs choppily to him and asks how they could repay him, it so only then you take notice of the tag sticking out of his fin.

“Oh no..” On the outside you were calm but internally you were furious at the actions done by the sky people. So you and Lo’ak took action and together helped to free the Tulkun from its trap, he clicked in happiness and took Lo’ak on a ride with him.

“Be careful!” You dove down watching as they swam along doing twists and turns, eventual sky stopping in a vertical stance. You smiled a genuine at the scene and knew that Payakan had unintentionally found his person.

After a while, you had heard the calls and felt the vibration of many ilus approaching and knew it was the Metkayina clan. Waving goodbye to Payakan, you both awaited upon one of the rocks as Lo’ak waved to one of the warriors.

“Olo’eykte Y/n..” They were surprised to find you with the boy and immediately bowed gesturing the ‘seeing’ motions. A boarding one of the ilus after reciprocating the gesture you all set off back to the village, shocking the people there as well at your appearance. You stepped up when his parents started to scold him, your presence enough to silence the crowd.

“He lives. Thank, Eywa that he breathes among you still.” Meeting both Neytiri and Jake head on as they come down from their anger and turn to Tonowari, Ronal, and Aonung. You were Aonungs second guardian so hearing that he lead him there despite knowing not to caused a disappointing feeling to settle within you. Lingering even as Lo’ak takes the blame stating he asked them to go there, stopping the Sully family once more.

“Jake Sully.” He turns around as you approach.

“Yes…”

“Remember. He is alive and with you still. Do not let your anger-” Eyes shifting to Neytiri letting her know you were speaking to both. “-blind you from this fact.”

“….yes, thank you Olo’eykte Y/n.” You let them go with a nod before turning to Tonowari and his family, the surrounding crowd had already dispersed.

“Aonung.” You gesture for him to come forth, waving away his parents who reluctantly listened at your stern expression. Aonung approached head hung low as he stood before you silence overtook the atmosphere for a moment.

“Why?”

“….” He couldn’t speak nor look at you as you knlet to meet his height not wanting to make him feel smaller than he already felt. Gently you raised his head when his heart beat begun to speed up, to find his eyes misty.

“I’m s-sorry..”

“Why, Aonung?”

“Because..because their-well not anymore but-I and-they were-”

“Aonung, breathe.” He took deep breathes and slowly calmed down to form his sentence, you sat down on the sand with following.

“I used to think they were freaks because they were not from here.”

“Hmm…and now?”

“They are not so bad. I was a jerk to them.”

“…I was disappointed in hearing you had been the one to lead him out there.” His head dropped, you didn’t know this but your words of wisdom had always been an huge part of his life he never wanted to disappoint you.

“You will make amends with them.”

“Yes, ma’am” You flick his head.

“Ow!”

“What have I told you about calling me that?! Ma’am~ it makes me feel old!” You break your hard exterior for a second to reprimand him resulting in him laughing slightly. You smile at him then pull him up to stand with you and embrace him.

“I’m glad you changed your views and I am proud of you for overcoming this obstacle, my little sea star.” He groans pulling away hiding the fact that your words lifted his spirits.

“Aunt Y/n, I’m too old for that name.”

“I do not care.” Pulling him back into your embrace, laughing with him as you lead him back to his marui wishing him a goodnight before heading back home.

It had been a day later since the incident, you were in a meeting with Ronal discussing some issues. When Tonowari came rushing in and announced that Lo’ak had bonded with the outcast Tulkun, Payakan. You breathed out not really worried about this and let them both stress over the ‘issue’. Not long later the children arrived, you frowned as Tonowari and Ronal declare their disappointment in Tsireya and Aonung for something small. Frowning even further as Tonowari recites their version of what had happened with Payakan, Lo’ak glanced around and met your eyes and you held your head higher giving him a subtle nod.

“I know what I know.” Infuriating Tonowari and Ronal further, Jake swooping to calm the situation and drags his kids away. You sigh standing catching the attention of those in the room and speak up when asked what your thoughts were.

“I am proud of them.” Ronal holds a look of betrayal and disbelief.

“How could you-” With a single look and wave of your hand she hisses turning away.

“You did not see what I saw. It is by the will of Eywa, that this was bound to happen. You may not like it, but what’s done is done.” With that you took your leave, you felt someone following you and knew it was Tonowari before he even spoke.

“Say what you want, brother.” You stopped by the shore to hear him out, he sighed stressed.

“…they remind you of her don’t they.” It was a simple statement but, it brought forth some emotions buried deep within you. He was speaking of your daughter who had passed and is now with Eywa. She was outspoken, so free willed, always speaking up for what was right and defending those who could not defend themselves. You missed her everyday, more so now than ever as the children reminded you of her.

“She would be standing alongside no doubt…” You gaze at the horizon as breathes shakily feeling a warm hand placed upon your shoulder.

“Yes, yes she would.” You both stood there in to let the moment wash over as you reminisce memories of her, your beautiful Gaia.

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar x you #atwow loak #aonung #tonowari #Ronal #jake sully x reader #tonowari x reader #neytiri x reader #pandora #omatikaya #metkayina

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ellephlox · 2 years

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audiometry

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Summary: You want to test Matt’s hearing and it becomes something of a game between the two of you.

Warnings: none, purely fluff

A/N: ahh so I’ve posted on ao3 but never on tumblr... so hello tumblr world! I’m also uploading this on my ao3 so if you’d prefer to read it there, click this link here. Thanks for reading! (trying to post this again bc the first time it didn’t show up under the tags?? idk let’s hope this works)

Testing Matt’s hearing had become something of a game.

It began unintentionally, on a gray Sunday morning. Rain hammered its tirade on the windows in Matt’s apartment, dripping downward with the neon tint supplied by the billboard beyond. Shortly after breakfast you curled up on the sofa with your book, and Matt followed suit, settling down and tucking your legs over his lap as you stretched out comfortably. His own book was new; it was a braille copy of A Game of Thrones, which you had bought for him on his birthday after insisting for a year that he read the series.

These were the kinds of days you liked best. Quiet, just you and Matt — with the important factor of him being intact, and not bleeding from a patrol — and with no errands to do.

“Where’re you going?” you asked, without glancing up from your book, as Matt suddenly stood and entered the bedroom. He didn’t answer, but wordlessly came out with a blanket. It was an expensive one, but that was to be expected of all the fabrics Matt owned; cheap blankets, he had admitted to you, felt like sandpaper on his skin.

He unfolded the blanket and gently spread it over both of your laps as he sat back down, this time closer to you. “You’re cold.”

“How’d you know? Are you sure you’re not just secretly a psychic?”

He laughed. “I could hear your goosebumps rising.”

“Seriously? What do they sound like?”

He considered your question, smiling slightly as his eyes fell on a spot somewhere a few inches from your face. “You know those disposable foam ear plugs — the sound they make when they expand in your ears? Sort of like that. Except hundreds of them at once, and at a smaller magnitude.”

“Okay. I’m imagining it. Uh, sorry you have to constantly hear my body,” you said, suddenly feeling abashed at all the times that you played with your hair, or picked at a scab, or ground your teeth. “That can’t be very enjoyable.”

Matt’s hand traced your leg under the blanket. “I like it. I like your presence.”

“Can you hear my eyeballs moving?”

“If I concentrate.”

“How about my cells? Can you hear them doing mitosis or whatever?” you said, sitting up and putting your book down. “Or, I don’t know, the mitochondria doing its powerhouse of the cell sort of thing?”

“I have no idea what that’s supposed to sound like,” Matt said, his own smile stretched out into a grin now. “If I knew what I was listening for, then maybe.”

“I refuse to believe that you can hear at a cellular level,” you said, playfully pushing him. “You’re kidding now.” You looked at him doubtfully. “Right?”

“I might be exaggerating just a little to impress a really attractive girl sitting across from me.”

“Ha. Right. Says the man who can’t actually see if I’m attractive or not.” You crawled on top of his lap and leaned into his chest, wrapping the blanket more tightly around the two of you. “On the other hand, I can inform you quite confidently that you are very handsome. And you know I’m not lying, so you have to accept that as an undeniable fact.”

“Unless you’re just a bad judge of physical features.”

You lay there for a minute, your head pressed against his chest. “Also, sorry for being loud with my heartbeat. Doesn’t it ever get annoying?”

His chest moved under you as he laughed. “Why are you apologizing for my ears?”

You tilted your head back to look at him again. It was far too easy to get lost in his eyes, and he had absolutely no idea how beautiful they were. Life just wasn’t fair. “You know what’s embarrassing?” you asked.

“I thought we established that I’m not a psychic.”

“The jury is still out on that one, Murdock.” Lawyer puns had become your new sense of humor. “But anyway. It’s embarrassing that I’m sitting here, my ear literally pressed against your chest, and yet I can’t hear your heartbeat. But you could probably hear mine banging away while I’m showering, or cooking, or—”

“And I love it.”

“That’s not the point! I’m loud, all the time! And this is my formal apology for my heartbeat.”

Matt leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You’re insane.”

And that was how it began — the conversation. Later that day, while fixing yourself a lunch made of leftover pasta and vegetables from the evening before, the sudden desire to test Matt’s hearing was too tempting to ignore. He was in the bathroom, washing blood out of the Daredevil suit, with the faucet running.

You put in your earbuds and turned the volume down so that it was hardly above silence. While the microwaving was heating up your plate, you typed in the first song that came to your head and pressed play.

Even music on the lowest volume setting of earbuds was apparently not immune to Matt’s ears. Which didn’t surprise you, really; the way his head cocked immediately was to be expected.

“You’re listening to... that song from Titanic?” he said, bewildered, emerging from the bathroom with hands stained red.

You pulled your earbuds out. “You have passed level one, Murdock,” you told him gravely.

His expression, if anything, was more baffled. “Level one of what? Recognizing bad music?”

“Celine Dion is not bad music. This song is iconic.”

“It’s campy.”

“If you dare to insult Titanic, I will not hesitate to launch an offensive against you,” you warned him. “And don’t think that your Daredevillish ways will protect you against my wrath.”

You never explained to him what exactly he had passed. Instead, you waited for an opportunity to initiate level two, which you took the time to plan out rather than thinking of something spontaneously.

This stage involved Foggy. When Matt was out doing his... well, his side job, you had taken the opportunity to fill Foggy in on your plan — which was quite simply nothing more than increasing distance every time until Matt didn’t catch the sound of “My Heart Will Go On” playing in your earbuds — and he was, as to be expected, profoundly amused by it.

Which was why, with his suggestion, you were now currently sitting on the sofa that clients sat on in the office of Nelson and Murdock. Karen was sitting at her desk, acting completely nonchalant as though you weren’t there, as per your request over the phone the night before. Foggy had texted you once Matt was safely in his office with the door closed. You could see him through the glass windows, his fingers running over the braille display and his forehead tense with focus.

So long as Matt’s door stayed shut (“because otherwise he’ll smell you,” Foggy had helpfully reminded you), and if you walked with a gait different than usual, there was no reason that he should think you were anyone other than a client waiting. That was why it was important to not draw attention to yourself as you entered; any anxious feelings would make bring Matt’s attention to your heartbeat and likely give away your identity.

Matt’s reaction was instantaneous the moment you hit play on your phone and the first few notes of the song began. His head tilted and confusion crossed his face before he stood up and exited his office.

“Level two is now passed,” you told him, standing and wrapping your arms around him. His fingers danced at your back, where your dress left a bit of skin exposed by your shoulder blades.

“Why aren’t you at work?” he asked.

“It’s good to see you too, Matt,” you said sarcastically, straightening his tie. “I’m on lunch break. I almost got hit by a car sprinting here to put you through level two.”

“Not funny. So you’re just going to keep testing me with Titanic music? That’s what this is about?”

“Perhaps. And now I have to go before my lunch break turns into precious PTO.” You gave him a peck on the cheek. “Go save the world, one legal document at a time.”

And thus the planning for level three started. This time, you wanted it to be significantly harder. The ideal setting for that was Josie’s, where the loud music, clinking of drinks, and drunken chatter of the patrons would surely drown out any tiny sounds that Celine Dion could make through the low volume of your earbuds.

You excused yourself from the table once Matt and Foggy were a few drinks into the evening, smiling to yourself as you slipped your purse over your shoulder and made your way out into the brisk night air.

The whole lie detector part of Matt Murdock made tasks like this more difficult than you would have liked. You had finally settled on telling him you had to make a quick run to the convenience store because you’d forgotten you ran out of deodorant that morning and needed to buy more — which was a truth, and though you had the chance to buy more earlier in the day, you’d held off specifically to use it as an excuse.

Matt had accepted it without question, only smiling and squeezing your hand. No doubt he’d be listening to your footsteps the whole way to ensure you were safe, despite the fact that the store was only across the street. But footsteps were a lot louder than your earbuds.

You only clicked play once you were in the back of the convenience store, standing by the slushie machine as it churned slowly. Now all you had to do was wait about a minute; if Matt didn’t show up by then, you’d assume he couldn’t hear the music.

A teen working the register was lethargically twirling a pen in the air. He glanced at you briefly, then went back to rolling the pen between his fingers. You waited patiently, growing more surprised with each moment that Matt didn’t walk through the door. The song was nearing the chorus now. Can he not hear it?

Perhaps he was too distracted by the drinks and Foggy. He’d have to be focusing specifically on you to hear the music, and even then, you weren’t sure if he could hear it from across the street with all of the noise at Josie’s drowning out everything. The chorus of the song droned on in your ears. Ten more seconds and then level three would be a bust.

But then the bell of the door rang, and in walked Matt, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves rolled upwards. His face was flushed slightly and his hair was askew as he turned towards you, tapping his cane rhythmically in front of him. He knocked it into the edge of a shelf full of candy, then corrected his path, sending an apologetic glance towards the teen as though to say, Sorry about that. Seriously, Matt Murdock could have been destined for the stage, you thought to yourself, watching the performance interestedly.

“Hey. I’m over here,” you finally said, covering for him before the teen could grow suspicious about the way Matt was now making a beeline towards where you were.

“You called?” he said, smirking and taking the earbuds out of your ears.

“You heard it,” you said, delighted. “I wasn’t sure about this one. Thought you weren’t going to pass.”

“I don’t think anything could block out those awful high notes.”

“That sounds like a challenge. Next level is going to be near impossible. I’m warning you now.”

He took your elbow as you exited the aisle. “Didn’t you need deodorant?”

“Oh, yeah.” You doubled back to the cosmetics section and grabbed the first stick in the brand that you like. “See? I knew not to lie to you, even about deodorant.”

“Mm. I love that deodorant,” he added, this time in a low voice so that the teen wouldn’t hear. “Smells so good on you.”

“I haven’t even taken the cap off!” You approached the counter and paid for it; only once you were back out in the cool night air did you continue. “You know what’s happening after this hearing test, then. A smelling test is in your future.”

“I can hardly wait,” he said dryly.

But first was the matter of level four. You waited at least two weeks — better to catch him off guard, now that he was just waiting for the opening notes of “My Heart Will Go On”. Now he was onto you even when you unfolded your earbuds for harmless reasons.

“I hear you,” he had said suddenly from the bathroom one day as you took out a cookbook to make a loaf of bread, untangling your earbuds at the same time to listen to a podcast as you baked.

“Good try,” you said, shaking the earbuds. “But I’m not going to be listening to music.”

The same thing had happened when you had left to go to work. Matt was shaving, foam still on his face as he leaned in to kiss you, leaving shaving cream on your face. You laughed and wiped it off as you wrapped your coat around you and headed out of his apartment. Once on the street you took out your earbuds, and before you had even gotten the left earbud in, your phone rang.

Matt’s name was on the screen. “Did I forget something?” you said anxiously, already digging through your purse to make sure you had grabbed your keys and wallet.

“No. But I hear your earbuds.” He paused. “Was this level four? Did I pass?”

“You passed a nonexistent test. Because this isn’t level four. Only Celine Dion will indicate level four,” you informed him. “And I want you to start calling me Pavlov, by the way.”

“I’m assuming that makes me one of Pavlov’s dogs?”

“You got it,” you said, grinning.

And so another week passed, now with you purposely taking out your earbuds to give him false alarms, and relishing the way he cocked his head every time, listening for the opening notes.

Level four, you had decided, was going to take place while he was out being Daredevil. The tricky part would be identifying where he actually was — seeing as the man was like a flying squirrel, moving across the rooftops with far too much alacrity. Finally, almost a month after level three, you got your chance.

“You heading out?” you asked Matt that evening.

He was already climbing into the suit, his eyes fixed somewhere on the floor. “I shouldn’t be out too late. It’s been quiet lately, with the cooler weather.”

“I’ll stay up for you.”

“You don’t need to do that, sweetheart. You have work tomorrow.”

“I want to,” you insisted. But not for the reason you’re thinking, Matt. “Besides, I’ve got my book to finish. And you need someone awake back here in case you need to be stitched up again.” You got up from your spot on the couch and padded over to him. His arms pulled you in tightly, and you stood for a moment, soaking up the moment.

“Call me if you need anything,” you whispered, and then he was up the stairs, leaving through the rooftop access.

Giving him at least thirty minutes to get far away was necessary. You forced yourself to stay cool and collected, in case Matt was still able to hear your heartbeat, and settled back onto the sofa with your book.

Originally you had thought of calling him, using an excuse of just wanting to know how his evening was going in order to find out where he was. But calling Matt on his burner, which was meant for emergencies, felt like a big no-no in your mind. You had no intentions of being the girl who cried wolf, so you had discarded that idea as soon as it came into your head. The only remaining option to find Matt while he was patrolling was accidentally — by the means of a live camera positioned exactly in the direction of a street in Hell’s Kitchen.

It was a lucky find. While browsing online, you had stumbled across a website of webcams set up around the world. Bless whoever created EarthCam.com. And, fortunately, there was a camera conveniently set up at 9th and 34th, which was the very edge of Hell’s Kitchen. That meant a couple hours each night of sitting idly by your laptop, reading while keeping an eye on the rooftops for any movement.

Each night had passed by without luck until tonight. A sudden flash of movement made you look up, expecting it to be just another bird or car going by, but sure enough, there was a small figure on the roof of the building to the right, and he was standing in the way that only the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen stood, listening for the sounds of the city. You were on your feet immediately, book falling onto the floor as you dashed towards the door and slipped your shoes on.

Of course it was tonight, when you had already showered and gotten into pajamas, you thought, grumbling to yourself as you hurried down the hallway. If anyone saw you, they’d think you were out of your mind; your hair was tousled and you were borrowing a large coat of Matt’s because yours was back in the closet. It hung low and you had never felt more frumpy.

Earbuds in your pocket, you made it to the sidewalk and hailed the first cab you found to head south towards 37th.

A distance of three blocks would be the fourth level, you had decided, after consulting Foggy on what an appropriate difficulty would be. The cab driver was hesitant to let you out on the street, which was deserted and dark, but you just thanked him and paid.

Besides, you had no fears of getting jumped. The Devil was near, and if anyone approached you, a shout would be all you needed to alert Matt to your location. Although that would be less than ideal because it would butcher your plan, you reflected, settling yourself in front of the open gates to a Poland Springs delivery zone. Packages of water bottles sat in crates behind you, and across the street was a tailor and parking garage.

Your fingers were cold in the night air. Fumbling for your phone, you opened Spotify, plugging in your earbuds with anticipation. You didn’t dare waste any more time checking the Earth Cam to see if Matt was still on that rooftop, because each second was one second more that he could be getting out of earshot of your earbuds — or worse, getting close enough to ruin the experiment.

Finally you typed in the song, and your thumb was a millimeter away from hitting play when strong hands grabbed you from behind, pulling you back by your shoulders. You yelped and whirled around, heart hammering in your chest, only to find yourself face-to-face with the devil.

“You scared me!” you whispered, yanking out your earbuds. “I thought you were—”

“It’s not a good idea to be out here alone at night. Someone pretty like you might get some unwanted attention,” he said, his voice coarse and even. It struck you then that this wasn’t Matt Murdock. This was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen standing in front of you.

“I didn’t get to even start level four,” you said in a small voice. “How’d you find me here?”

“You should breathe a little quieter if you want to go incognito, love.”

“I was hardly making a sound!”

“That hitch in your breath you always make when you climb out of a vehicle is hard to miss. After that it was too easy to recognize your heartbeat.”

You sighed. “Alright. Fine. I suppose that can count as beating level four, if you were able to hear me exhaling or whatev—”

You were cut off by Matt pulling you forward and ramming his lips against yours. His breath was warm in the night air and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“I win,” he said softly. “Consider level four over.”

“Done,” you said, nearly choking on the word. “Um, you’ve passed the hearing test with flying colors, Mr. Daredevil.”

His response was a cocky grin as he leaned in and kissed you again. You closed your eyes and pressed into him. The suit wasn’t exactly snuggly to hug, but it was all strength and power, and somehow that was almost more enjoyable.

But the moment had to end, and he broke away from you, far sooner than you would have liked. “Someone’s in trouble. I can hear screaming,” he said. “I have to go. There’s a cab about a hundred meters away you can take. Are you all good to get home by yourself?”

“Yeah, of course.” You stepped away. “Please be careful?”

“Always am,” he said, and if you could hear heartbeats, you were certain that his would’ve skipped right there with what was doubtlessly a lie, but as it was, you simply frowned at him.

“And I’ll listen to make sure you get into the cab safely,” he added. “I’ll see you soon.”

You watched him scale the nearby fire escape with dexterity, admiring the way he swung himself up with ease. Smiling to yourself, you hurried to the approaching cab, casting one last look at the rooftop. Matt was already gone, and all that remained of the empty street were the twinkling, dim lights of the street lamps below.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #reader insert #marvel

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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For your birthday celebration: can you do a biker!au of any one with the prompt “Babe, you look like you’re about to pass out”

Oooh yes I’d love any opportunity to expand my Biker!Ari universe! Its gonna need its own masterlist before long!

The Flu - Biker!Ari Levinson x Reader

You can check out my other Biker!Ari headcanons here and here!

Warnings: Flu! Biker Ari! (Because he needs his own warning!

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The Flu

Ari decided to get the the bar a little earlier than usual today, hoping to spend a bit more time with you before your shift started

But as time ticked on and drew closer to your usual starting time, you had yet to appear

You arrived a whole 5 minutes late which was Ari’s first indication that something was wrong

He watched you shuffle behind the bar, shivering slightly despite the fact it was pretty warm out, tugging the sleeves of your shirt down.

“Hey Ari” you greeted “the usual?” You ask already grabbing the bottle of scotch, your voice all stuffy and tired.

“Uh yeah… is everything okay? You don’t sound great” he says his brows pinching together in concern.

“Yeah” you say waving it off “just a small cold, i’ll be fine once I get going and the meds kick in”

“You shouldn’t really be working if you’re ill, you’ll only get worse” Ari says shaking his head

“Yeah well nobody is available to cover so its this is or close the bar” you shrug as you move to wipe down the sides.

“I could cover” Ari offers but you shake your head.

“You’re not even an official employee, I can’t keep letting you work for free” you tell him.

“Well lets sign some paper work then” Ari shrugs.

“No Ari I’m fine I promise” you state making Ari huff but he decided to trust you.

Despite that he made sure to keep an eye on you.

Every time you caught him you would tell him you were fine but you definitely weren’t fine, Ari could see you slowly getting worse

It was when you stepped out from behind the bar and stumbled over your own feet that Ari stepped in. His large hands easily catching you and keeping you up right.

“Babe, you look like you’re about to pass out” he said, concern lacing his voice as he took in your pale, sweaty complexion and droopy eyes.

“I’m- i’m fine, just a funny five” you reason but you were still swaying.

Ari frowned holding the back of his hand to your forehead and hissing when he felt how hot it was “fuck babe, you’re burning up, you must have the flu”

“No its-its just a- just a head- head cold” you slurred blinking slowly as you tried to look up at him.

“You’re getting some rest now” Ari states scooping you up into his arm “and I’m gonna take car of you”

“Bu- but the bar” you managed to say already half passed out in his arms

“I’ll call in a couple favours, don’t worry they have experience” he promises

“M’kay” you murmur practically half asleep in his arms.

For the rest of your shift Ari split his time between caring for you in the back office and keeping an eye on the bar.

He made sure you took some medicine and brought you cold rags to place on your forehead to help cool you down.

When it came to the end of your shift he took you back home to your place and slept on your couch just in case you needed him in the night

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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Hello! Before I get to the request, I just wanted to say thank you for writing what you write! I was super stressed out last month and I wanted something to take my mind off of it, so I was going through the Rex tag when I found some of the stuff you wrote. I don't remember what it was but it was one of the tbb and rex hcs. I clearly loved them.

So I was wondering if you would ever expand on the hcs? I really love the Crosshair helmet kiss one and I would love to read like maybe a build-up to that scene or maybe an aftermath of it

No pressure if you don't want to! I eat up anything you write! Happy writing!

What Comes After

Crosshair X GN!Reader

word count:1.7k

A continuation to Crosshair’s helmet kiss that you can read here:

With a kiss that had you thinking non stop for days, what happens when Crosshair pulls you aside and lays it all on the table to you?

warnings: it’s a little saucy so gonna class it as 16+. mutual pining, friends to lovers, kissy kissy 😚, cheeky crosshair. Continuation of a previous HC request. Italics indicates a snippet of the previous one shot.

Authors note:. Thank you for the kind words anon. Hope life is treating you better. Enjoy 😊

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You heard footsteps behind you and you were certain it was Crosshair who was about to give you a telling off. But when you turned around to face him, you didn’t expect him to be ripping his helmet off and tossing it to the side as he bound towards you.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, do it properly.”

In a second, he has you pinned to the wall with his body, one hand in your hair and the other to your waist as he flushed his lips to yours in a heated embrace.

Your eyes are wide and hands are flailing pathetically as you were both unsure where to put them or if you could even touch him. A second before you felt yourself melt into the kiss he pulled away, panting a little but there was that infamous smirk.

“Better?” You gasp out, not quite believing what just happened.

“Better.”

The night replayed in your mind like an unyielding record, and the sensation of his lips on yours lingered relentlessly. As you lay in your bunk, consumed by thoughts of his fervent embrace, a gnawing despair settled in the pit of your stomach. It had been nearly a week since that intimate moment, and yet he had not uttered a single word.

Granted, you had not been forthcoming either. You didn’t want to overstep, thinking that you could ruin your friendship with him. But that kiss, it spoke volumes. It was far too potent to be reduced to mere platonic affection.

The taste of his lips was intoxicating, an overwhelming sensation that threatened to topple you. And when you had first pressed your mouth to his helmet, you felt him tense up like a statue, caught off guard by your boldness. You can’t help but wonder if you two kissing was inevitable.

Alas, you can’t help but harbor ardent feelings for the Clone as he was always someone you had a bond with. Perhaps it was this profound connection that had driven you to kiss him in the first place - an accident, and yet, an intentional one at that.

“You getting up?” The sound of Hunter's voice pierces through the haze of your daydreams, jolting you back to reality. You turn to see him leaning against your bunk, his arms folded, and his piercing gaze locking onto yours. You sigh as you sit up, running a hand through your unruly hair.

"I overslept," you mutter, feeling the weight of his suspicious gaze on you. Hunter's heightened senses are always on high alert, and you know that he can sense when something is off.

"Uh-huh," he quips, his voice laced with skepticism. You feel a knot forming in your stomach as he turns his attention to the snoring Wrecker in the opposite bunk.

As you begin to prepare for the day ahead, you're filled with a sense of unease. You have no idea what the day may hold, but you know that it won't be easy. The constant threat of danger looms over your head, and you feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on you.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled by the sound of the refresher door hissing open. Before you can even register what's happening, you freeze at the sight of the man who's been occupying your thoughts for days.

"You got a minute?" His voice is soft, yet commanding, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine.

You stand there, toothbrush in your mouth, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over you. You're still in a state of undress, with only a towel wrapped around your body and another in your hair. You can feel his gaze on you, and it sends a wave of heat through your body.

"Uhhhh, I'm a little busy," you mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze. But it's almost impossible. His piercing trained brown eyes seem to see right through you, and you feel exposed.

Crosshair looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, and you can feel your heart rate quicken.

"You look cute," he says, his voice low and seductive.

You feel a warm blush creeping up your neck as you try to retort, but your speech is muffled by the toothbrush in your mouth.

Shouldn't you be angry with him for not talking to you until now? You want to be, but Maker, he's so infuriatingly charming and cheeky. You need to snap out of it and stick up for yourself but before you could say anything,

"Meet me outside the ship when you're dressed. We need to talk," he says abruptly, his voice breaking through the haze of your thoughts. You're left shocked and a little curious as he turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what this sudden meeting could mean.

When you’re dressed and ready, you do a quick check with the others to see if a mission has been patched through but luckily there hasn't been so you take a deep breath and go meet Crosshair outside.

As you step down the ramp and scan your surroundings, you initially fail to spot him. But then, you catch sight of a pair of long, slender legs on the other side of the ship, the owner of which is tapping their foot anxiously.

You walk around to get to Crosshair, your mind racing with different thoughts and words, but when you finally meet his gaze, all words seem to vanish from your mind.

Crosshair shifts his position, his eyes flickering with a hint of conflict as he takes in your appearance. You feel a sudden urge to ask him what he wants, but once again, you find yourself at a loss for words. Fortunately, he is the first to break the silence.

"Why did you kiss me?" He questions simply, arms folding over his chest.

Your face contorts with bewilderment, and you let out a nervous laugh. "You mean why did I kiss you on the helmet?" you ask, trying to play it off as a harmless gesture.

Crosshair furrows his brow and steps closer to you, his body tense with anticipation. "Yes," he says, "why did you kiss me on the helmet?”

You stutter in response, feeling the warmth of a blush creeping up your neck once again. "I-I don't know," you admit. But then, you frown and turn the question back on him. "Why did you kiss me?"

Crosshair chews on his lip nervously, something you've never seen him do before. He runs a hand through his silver hair before he takes a bold gamble, stepping closer to you which causes you to back up against the ship. His arm extends over your head, and he gazes down at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "I told you why," he murmurs, his voice husky. "If you were going to kiss me, do it properly."

You can feel his breath on your face, and your mind goes blank once again. "But why did you kiss me like that?" you ask, your tone a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as you hint at the passion of the kiss.

"I'm… I’m not good at expressing my feelings with words," Crosshair admits. "I thought it would be better to show you instead."

Feelings? Wait, did this mean…? He likes you? Your mind goes fuzzy and you're staring at him with parted lips. “You like me? But you’ve ignored me for the last week.”

“And what’s your excuse, huh?” His tone wasn’t harsh, instead rather soft and full of curiosity. “You kissed me because you feel the same. I know you do.”

As Crosshair towers over you, his breath hot on your face, you feel a shiver run down your spine. “Please tell me you do.” He pleads softly, eyelids becoming hooded as he slowly leans into you.

His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel his body trembling with emotion.

“I do like you.” You rasp with a shaken breath and you swore he almost whimpered at your confession. You feel a rush of emotions flood through you - confusion, excitement.

He’s flushed against you now, your hands moving to his chest where you almost melt at the feeling of his muscles through his blacks. "I know this is sudden," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I've been thinking about you for a long time. And I couldn't hold back anymore when you kissed me that night. I had to kiss you like I always wanted to.”

You feel your heart racing in your chest, and you know that this is a pivotal moment. You can either give in to your desire and let the moment take over, or you can hold back and play it safe. It's a decision you know you'll have to make sooner rather than later. But, you’re in the middle of a war, you don’t know how much time either of you have left, so why not take the plunge?

Letting yourself savor the moment, you reach up and place a hand on Crosshair's cheek, and apprehensively, he leans into your touch. You can feel the rough stubble on his jaw, and it sends a tingle down your spine. The touch was clearly foreign to the man, his eyes trained on you as the sensation of being held this way was abnormal for a man like him.

“Well seeing as we don’t have to get ready for a mission,” you say softly, looking up at him through your lashes, “why don’t we-.”

His hand is against your cheek, a jolt of surprise as he plants his lips firmly to yours, silencing your want.

You moan against him already, fingers clutched at his blacks whilst his other hand that was resting above you moves into your hair, bringing your mouth closer.

There’s a fiery intensity within the kiss, both of you getting lost in the moment as a rush of desire rushes through your veins. “Crosshair,” you breathe his name softly, pulling away partly only for him to chase after your lips, wanting and needing more.

His tongue began to beg permission against your lips and you gladly gave him entrance instantly, the kiss intensifying quickly as your hands reached up from his chest to around his neck and pulled him in deeper. He broke away for a second, adoration in his eyes before you felt him begin to lift you by the thighs, an excited squeal escaping your lips as he carried you to one of the crates under the ship.

As soon as you are sat upon it, your legs wrap around him and draw him near, kissing him again with just as much passion as before only for you both to part minutes later, gasping for breaths. “You’re something, you know that?” He mutters, resting his forehead to yours, breathless and dazed.

You smile warmly at him, deep down knowing that this kiss this time round was just the beginning of something sweet. You should’ve kissed him on the helmet sooner if you knew this was going to be the result.

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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 months

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CHAPTER ONE: Rise and Shine CHAPTER TWO: i guess its all up to me now CHAPTER THREE: Predictably, everything gets worse CHAPTER FOUR: good morning CHAPTER FIVE: Something to eat CHAPTER SIX: a start CHAPTER SEVEN: the party don’t start ‘til CHAPTER EIGHT: your full hospitality CHAPTER NINE: visitation rights CHAPTER TEN: gamer girl moments CHAPTER ELEVEN: prank patrol CHAPTER TWELVE: lets go to the beach beach CHAPTER THIRTEEN: gothic sand architecture

Summary : Like most people visiting this tag. You have always dreamed of meeting Nagito Komaeda for real, what you would do, what you would say? Things don’t go as planned.

AKA: Reader from our universe ends up in danganronpa and is just trying her best to keep everyone alive. and maybe to make komaeda kiss her.

Contains: she/her pronouns, some mild sexual themes

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The beach is bustling when the two of you arrive. Pekoyama quickly gives you a farewell nod as she heads off to accompany Kuzuryu where he is sitting in the shallows and trying to make it look like he isn't having a good time.

You can see Mioda already in the water, chasing Souda around and attempting to throw a handful of seaweed at him. He is screaming. Owari is sitting at the shoreline with her legs in the water, she’s halfway through an ice cream, but still manages to grin widely when she waves in your direction. You return the wave and make plans to head over to her before you notice Tsumiki and Sonia sitting together in the sand.

Tsumiki’s hands shake as she attempts to round the edges of the sandcastle that the two of them are currently working on. Sonia’s tongue sticks out of her mouth as she, opposite Tsumiki, continues adding a set of perfect flying buttresses to the castle; you are unsure how she has managed this, but have learned not to question these sorts of things.

“You’ve made it!” Sonia says with a wide smile, now beginning to sculpt a collection of tiny gargoyles around the top level of the castle, “I hope you were not too disappointed by my early departure, I just think Mioda-san is often in need of supervision.” You peer up at where she is now trying to toss a starfish onto the top of Souda’s head, “Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s okay, I had a nice conversation with Pekoyama-san.” Tsumiki looks up at you, she’s wearing a wide brimmed hat and a loose fitting white shirt over her bathing suit. It makes sense that a nurse would care about sun safely, the hat suits her, she looks very cute, “I-I’m glad you came. I hope you have a good time” She smiles softly, hands now shakily building a drawbridge, “Just be sure not to get burnt this time, I have more sunscreen if you need it, please take care of yourself.” She huffs, “I’ve already had this discussion with Komaeda-san, but I-I think he’s just going to ig-ignore my advice.”

You hadn't noticed Komaeda, which is very out of character for you. He’s in the water, but far enough away from everyone else that he seems excluded. His own doing, you assume.

“Would you like to help us?” Sonia asks, abruptly tearing your attention away from Komaeda.

You blink, “Sorry?” She laughs, though not unkindly, “Help to build our sandcastle, of course!”

You look briefly at the perfect replication of gothic architecture somehow sculpted out of sand alone, “Thanks but uh, I might work on expanding the royal empire and build my own castle, if it’s all the same.” Sonia claps her hands together in glee, “Expansionism! How delightful!”

“I-I might swim now, actually.” Tsumiki starts, “I-If that’s okay, Sonia-san?” “You don’t need my permission.” Sonia replies, waving a dismissive hand, “You’ve done a brilliant job, Tsumiki-san, and all castle architects are owed at least one day of allocated time off per castle built, so by all means! You are free to go.” Tsumiki nods gratefully, and rises a little shakily from the sand before heading to the water.

You turn to Sonia, “Only one day of leave per castle?” She nods seriously, “Oh yes, my father always said ‘any less than that and they start getting rambunctious’. We tried only half a day some years ago, the riots were very bloody.” “Uh-huh…”

“Anyway! I might go ask Tanaka-san if I can hold one of his Dark Devas.” She stands with utter grace and poise, giving you a brief curtsey before walking away. You are briefly stunned by the utterly dismal working conditions in Novoselic, but shake your head and sit in the sand before you start thinking about it too much.

You start building the only kind of sandcastle you have experience with, a big pile of sand that is vaguely pyramid shaped. It’s nice to have something to do with your hands, a monotonous task to keep you occupied while the ever turning cogs in your head crunch and grind. You have to assume that Monokuma will bring out a new motive soon, and at this point you can only assume that it will be the despair disease. It’s hard to tell if access to the third island will make everything better or worse, Tsumiki having access to the hospital is a net good, only so long as she doesn’t catch the disease itself, and boy is that disease catching.

Peering out at the ocean you see that Tsumiki is swimming with Mioda now, more accurately, Tsumiki is treading water while Mioda quite literally swims circles around her. Tsumiki deserves better than she got in the game, so does Mioda.

You turn back to your castle, attempting to make it any sort of shape other than a vague lump. It feels weird to just be hanging around like this when so much is at stake, but there isnt much that you can do other than socialise and socialising is more useful than doing nothing. Trust is valuable, especially here, even if it’s something you aren’t all that used to garnering.

“Nice pile of sand.”

You look up to see Komaeda standing above you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He’s still wet from the ocean, his hair clings flat to his head and it makes him look much less intimidating.

“Thanks.” You say, gesturing to your attempt at a sandcastle, “It’s my magnum opus.”

He peers down at it appraisingly and then says, “Could use a moat.”

You laugh, “You’re right.” feeling mischievous, you add, “Your hair looks nice, very drowned rat-esque.”

Komaeda bursts out laughing, hiding his face in his hands. When he looks back up at you again, his smile is so warm, and genuine that it feels like a shard of the sun has lodged in your chest.

“You’re funny.” He says

His expression is too intensely bright, you have to avert your eyes, “Thanks. I try.” you return to working on your sandcastle, anything to keep yourself from staring at him.

“Why aren't you swimming?” Komaeda asks. You peer back up at him, you were honestly expecting him to walk away when he was done mocking you, “Oh um, I just don't really want to?” He gives you a sly grin, “You can swim, can’t you?” That bristles you a little, “I’m a great swimmer actually! I love swimming!” you gesture halfheartedly to where the waves turn to foam against the sand, “I just don’t like the ocean. It’s spooky. There’s stuff in there, and the salt really hurts my eyes.”

His expression turns uncharacteristically soft and he drops to a crouch beside you. You shuffle back from him instinctively, not expecting him to get so close so quickly. For a moment, Komaeda just blinks at you slowly but then his brow creases with contemplation before he finally says, “Swim with me.”

Your heart feels like it come to a stop in your chest, “Uh- I, um-“

He laughs a little, cocking his head to the side, “That would help, wouldn’t it?”

“Um.” You wring your hands together, “I would feel better with company, but that doesn’t mean that you-”

He stands back up and holds his hand out to you, it stuns you into silence mid-sentence, you just stare up at him, utterly dumbfounded. “Come on.” Komaeda says, reaching further forward with his hand, asking you to take it.

You barely manage to swallow around the lump in your throat as you tentatively take his hand in your own. If the contact is anywhere near as momentous, electric and world shattering for him as it is for you, it doesn't show on his face, but you do catch a near imperceptible bob in his throat that you try not to read too hard into.

His hand is cold, even in the heat of the sun and you can feel just how fragile his fingers are, like if you clenched your hand too hard they would all break. He doesn’t really pull you up from the ground, but holding onto him like this does make it easier to regain your balance on the uneven sand.

The water is warm when you take your first step in, more pleasant than you ever remember the ocean actually being. Neo World Program benefits, you suppose. Komaeda walks in front of you, still tugging on your hand. The back of his head eclipses the sun, its light catching in the white strands of his hair and causing them to shimmer like folded glass.

“H-How deep are you planning to go?” You ask once the water reaches your shoulders, voice tinged with growing anxiety.

Komaeda looks back at you over his shoulder, “Not much further.”

You notice that the two of you are much deeper out than the rest of the class, barring only Nidai who is off in the distance swimming laps. There is an intimacy to it, the separation from everyone else on the beach. The second you can’t touch the ground with your toes anymore you can feel a nervous churning in your stomach. Komaeda is still walking, head and shoulders well above the water. When an admittedly small wave knocks you off balance, you panic and lurch forward to grab onto his arm.

Komaeda laughs, but it’s good natured and warm “Aha, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You want to kiss him.

That thought is not so alarming. You have grown quite familiar with it these past few days, but the panicked and aching desperation of it is completely new. You begin to fear that you no longer have feelings for Nagito Komaeda the videogame character, but instead for Nagito Komaeda the real person. Which is somehow much more complicated and insurmountably harder to reconcile. Now that the water is deep enough, only Komaeda’s head bobs up above the water, and since you are floating in the water yourself, you actually meet his eye line for once instead of staring up at him. He watches you intently, staring so hard that it feels like he can see right through you. “Is there…something on my face?” You say quickly, trying desperately to diffuse some of the tension. He smirks, “Nope.”

Your eyes follow a droplet of water sliding down the length of his nose. Komaeda chuckles, “have I got something on my face?”

You quickly avert your gaze, “No! It’s just, uh-“ you suck in a breath, “Why are you even spending time with me? I’m not exactly working towards ending the killing game right at this moment, so there’s really no reason for you to be talking to me.” Komaeda’s brow furrows, “There’s something about you,” he says, “Ah, I'm not sure what it is, but it interests me.”

You close your eyes, feeling the cold dread filling your chest cavity, “What if I’m not interesting?” You say desperately, “What if it only seems like I am?”

“Hm, I don’t understand what you mean.” He smiles, “Whether or not I find you interesting is entirely up to me.”

“But I’m not . I'm not worth your time, or your effort, I need your help so I’m trying desperately to keep you around but the second you realise who I really am, what I really am, you’re going to hate me. I just know it.”

Komaeda hums aloud, “I suppose, the others are right.”

“What?”

He laughs, “it is uncomfortable being on the receiving end of this kind of talk. I suppose I owe everyone an apology.”

You are suddenly forced to wrestle with the fact that Nagito Komaeda thinks you are laying on the self depreciation a little too thick, “Sorry.” You say quickly, shaking your head “I didn’t mean to just say all of that at you.”

Komaeda goes quiet for a moment, staring at you intimidatingly, “You would do anything to help the Ultimates defeat this despair, wouldn't you?”

“I uh-” You swallow thickly, “I think the both of us have a very different definition of help , but I will do all that I can to make sure everyone gets out alive, yes.”

“You promised to die for my cause, if your own method fails.” He cocks his head to the side, “Why?”

Your breath grows uneven, and you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears, “Because I won’t fail.” Komaeda chuckles, “Ha. You're confident.” You shake your head, “I’m really not, but I’m the only one who can do it, so I have to.” you sigh to yourself, remembering that even if you manage to keep everyone alive, they will still need to grapple with their identities as the Remnants and the destruction of the world they once knew, “What I do isn’t what’s important though, the hard part comes after and how that resolves is entirely up to you and the other Ultimates. I’m just doing what I can to make sure everyone survives until then.” “How can you say things like that and expect me not to find you interesting.” His eyes are half lidded, and his grin is loose, “We aren’t so different, you and I. We are both working towards bringing the Ultimates to their next exuberant victory, over a despair even greater than the last.” He sighs, “But I have to admit, I’m still just a little curious about how you know all of this, and what comes after.”

You frown, “I can’t tell you. I can hardly expect you to behave yourself if I did.” Komaeda barks a laugh, “Behave myself?”

“Yes. You’ve promised to help me, and if you’re going to, then I need you to behave . So no spoilers.”

“You have a lot of nerve speaking to your superiors that way.” He says, but his expression holds none of the malice that his words convey.

Feeling brave, you reply, “Good thing it’s just you here, then, isn't it?” If anything, his eyes grow brighter at your answer. He floats a little closer to you, and you suck a breath in through your teeth, "If the talentless nobody promises to give me her due reverence, maybe I can promise to behave myself.”

“What, do you want me to get on my knees and beg?”

A visible shiver runs through him, and his smile turns wide and syrupy, “Maybe.” "O-oh.” You reply, swallowing thickly as you rub your thighs together. You had been joking, but the deep heat in your belly makes it clear that neither of you is joking anymore, "As long as you can make time for me in your busy schedule, I’m sure that I can manage something.” The next exhale of his breath is dangerously close to being a moan, “Aha…I’ll make sure to pencil you in.”

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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french fries and first times — ljh

summary: you’re a call girl and your client is a virgin

tags: smut (minors dni!), some fluff, minor angst, shy virgin!jihoon, sex worker!reader warnings: explicit sex, praise, reader is a power bottom, age gap, lowkey…small dick!jihoon (but not really), oral (m. receiving), soft sex wc: 4.2k an: like all of my other fics i DONT KNOW HOW TO END THIS PROPERLY but i might expand on it more because i kinda love this universe i randomly thought of before going to bed lol anyways idk if this is a taboo topic…but oh well ig

Saturday. 9pm. Pledis Inn Motel. Room 204. Ask the front desk for the key under the name Woozi. Everything will be prepaid.

That’s all the information you know about your next appointment.

You got the call a couple of days ago and you didn’t question it. It was how most of the interactions go when setting up appointments. Sometimes the client will ask you to do specific things for them. Be wearing this. Have this ready. Call me this the whole time. But this one just left the place and the time and that’s good enough for you.

You have your bag of goodies tucked under your arm as you walk into the front office of the motel. The worker has shaggy black hair and looks up at you bored when you approach. If he knows what you’re here for he doesn’t look surprised.

“There should be a key for me here under Woozi. Room 204.”

The man simply just flicks through the pile of keys on the desk and hands you the right one. You thank him before leaving and going up the stairs to the room. It’s a basic mediocre motel room. There’s a dresser, a TV, a night stand, a small table with two chairs, a connecting bathroom, and of course, a bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a motel, your clients typically putting you up in penthouses, but you don’t mind, it’s nothing you haven’t done before.

You set your bag down on the bed and start to get ready for the night. You already showered at your own apartment before coming so you start to strip naked to put on your lingerie. You chose a red lace two piece with a garter belt and matching red heels. You throw on a silk robe over it and put your bag down beside the bed.

By the time you’re finished the clock reads 8:52 and you slide onto the bed and pick up your phone to wait until it’s time. After five more minutes there’s a knock on the door and you climb off the bed to go answer it.

When you open the door you come face to face with a small, pale boy with red wavy hair and shaved sides.

“Uh hi, are you Y/N-”

“Are you Woozi? Oh! Sorry, haha, yes I’m Y/N, but I can be whoever you want me to be tonight.” You wink before stepping aside so that Woozi can walk into the room.

You both seem to silently size each other up. He’s shorter than you, especially in your heels, but it’s not the first time you’ve been taller than a client. His face is smooth and young looking and he has an innocent air to him. You can tell by the way he stands that he’s a bit shy and insecure, clueing you in that he’s not one to do something like this. He’s just in black pants and a black t-shirt and even through his clothes you can tell his body is on the more petite side. Most of your clients are older, wealthy men so you’re surprised to have a client so young and innocent looking.

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge. “Do you mind if I take my heels off? Or is that something you’re into?” You purr, getting into your work persona.

“Oh uh, whatever makes you most comfortable.” Woozi shifts around so he can face you, but he doesn’t meet your eye when answering.

“I’m fine either way darling, this is about what you want.”

“Then you can uh, take them off I guess.”

“Okay.” You reach down to take the heels off, flashing your cleavage at the boy. Out of the corner of your eye you see his head whip around to look at the wall, meaning he definitely saw. You kick your heels off and scoot up the bed more so you can rest your back on the headboard. “So Woozi, what are you looking for tonight?”

“Jihoon. You can call me uh, Jihoon. That’s my real name,” he tells you.

“I see. Well Jihoon, why don’t you come sit by me.” You pat the bed next to you and Jihoon looks to be contemplating the idea before he gently slides his own shoes off and climbs onto the bed. “Tell me, what do you want from me tonight?” You place your hand gently on his thigh and he jumps a bit and you go to remove your hand but he stops you.

“No! You’re, you’re okay.” You only nod and place your hand back. “I’m just looking to uh, have sex? I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it baby. How about we just start slow?” Jihoon nods and you smile softly at him.

You bring your free hand up to cup his jaw and make him look at you. When you see he’s not pulling away you lean in to kiss him. He seems a bit taken aback but he doesn’t pull away. You move your lips against his and he tries to do the same. His technique is a bit sloppy, and his teeth keep grazing your lip but you don’t stop him.

His lips are full and press against yours firmly. Almost a little too firmly, but maybe it’s just his kissing style. His nose bumps into yours and you giggle a bit. Jihoon gets scared though and pulls away. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re doing just fine.” You bring your hand up to bury it into his hair. With the assurance Jihoon seems relaxed again and you pull him back into the kiss. This time he’s a bit more eager and you return the energy.

Jihoon’s hand lands on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand cups your neck to guide you into the kiss more. The way he kisses you is more tender than any of your other clients. You shift and climb into his lap so you can straddle his legs. Your robe rides up your thighs, revealing your panties, and you gently grind down on Jihoon’s jeans. Jihoon gasps into your mouth and his hips buck up into you. You take this opportunity to stick your tongue into his mouth and you feel him groan around your tongue. His own tongue tangles with yours and you deepen the kiss.

After a couple more minutes of heavy making out you’re starting to feel uncomfortable down below and you want more. It’s difficult for a client to get you this aroused but Jihoon seems different than the others. You reach down between your bodies to untie your robe and let it slip off your shoulders.

With your lingerie exposed Jihoon’s mouth falls open as he stares at you. His fingers twitch slightly and he trails them up your torso, stopping just below your breasts.

“It’s okay baby, you can touch.” You lightly grab his wrists and lift his hands up so they cup your breasts. His hands grab at you experimentally and when you seem receptive to the touch he grabs you more firmly. The attention to your breasts has your pussy leaking more and you grind your hips down again.

“S-shit,” Jihoon mutters. You can feel his cock harden more and you decide that you want him in you. You reach down to palm at his dick and his breath gets shaky as his hips buck up into your hand. “Y-Y/N,” he whines.

“Want you,” you mutter as you move your lips down to his neck. You kiss the warm skin and wish you could leave marks on him, but you’ve found your clients don’t like that much. You’re starting to get impatient and you pull away and go to unbutton his pants but Jihoon flinches away from you.

“No!” He quickly scrambles off the bed and you stare up at him.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologize. That’s a first. You’ve never had a client tell you no before while you’re reaching into their pants.

“No, I’m sorry,” Jihoon mutters. He slumps down onto the bed, head in his hands.

“Hey…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you assure him.

“Arrghh, I want to though,” Jihoon tells you, his voice muffled from his hands.

“Hmmm. Well I’m hungry, so I’m going to DoorDash McDonalds. Do you want anything?”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up sitting at the dingy motel table eating french fries and burgers. You’ve loosely tied your robe back on and you pop another fry into your mouth as you stare at Jihoon. You chew thoughtfully as you try to assess him.

“So what’s your deal kid?”

“K-kid?!” He looks offended at the playful title.

You chuckle at this. “You’re what? Eighteen? Nineteen?”

He sticks his nose up. “I’m twenty. About to be twenty-one.”

“See, you’re just a kid,” you say with a smile playing at your lips.

“Well how old are you?”

“You shouldn’t ask a lady her age, you know,” you tease. “But if you’re oh so curious, I’m just recently twenty-five.”

“Four years isn’t nearly enough to call me kid,” Jihoon huffs.

“Whatever you say kid.” Jihoon glares at you but you grin at him, his face too adorable to find him intimidating. “So what do you do for a living? You in college?”

“Uhm yeah, to become a music producer. I’m also a singer-songwriter but I’m focused mostly on producing,” he tells you.

“Oh that’s nice. I can’t sing for shit.”

“What about you?” Jihoon asks.

“What about me?” You laugh a bit.

“Did you go to college?”

“Oh baby, I wouldn’t be doing this if I did,” you say and it seems to remind Jihoon the real reason he’s in the motel room with you. “No, I didn't go to college. I don’t think it would have done me much good anyways. Not too talented in any area.”

“Oh…” Jihoon is staring down at his carton of fries now. He slowly picks one up and eats it.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s…hard, but what else can I do?” You shrug. You’ve accepted your fate a long time ago.

“How long have you been doing this?” Jihoon asks you.

“Oh you don’t want to know that,” you brush him off. He looks at you though and the look in his eye tells you that he actually does. You sigh. “I was your age actually. I was still living in my parents house and could not keep a stable job. Being young, and female, and not having a college education really hurts being able to find a good paying job. Once I hit twenty my parents kicked me out of the house so you know.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jihoon whispers.

“Hey, enough about me. I’m doing okay, I promise. Now why don’t you tell me what’s up with you?”

“I’m uh, nervous,” he admits. He’s back to staring at his fries. “I’ve never- I’m a virgin.”

“Oh.” Out of all of your years of being a sex worker, you’ve never had a client who’s a virgin before. You typically get old sleazy men or young married guys, but never virgins. It makes sense, considering his behaviors, but a part of you just assumed he’s never been with a sex worker before. “We don’t have to do anything. I won’t charge you.”

“No, I want to.” He sounds firm when he speaks, but his body language still reads that he’s unsure. “I’m almost twenty-one, it’s time I finally have sex. Hell, I hadn’t even kissed anyone until tonight!”

“You shouldn’t be pressured to do anything. Who cares what society thinks?”

“No, I want to do this, I know I do. It’s just that…nobody ever wants to with me so-”

“So you paid me to. Ah, Jihoon, you don’t want me to be your first time. I’m just some random call girl. You shouldn’t do something you’re going to regret,” you tell him. “I’m going to refund you, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“N-no! I want to. I promise. I’m tired of waiting.”

“Fine, but I’m still refunding you.”

“No! This is your job, it’s not fair of me to not pay you.”

“Well too bad, because I’m doing it no matter what.”

Jihoon can sense you’re more stubborn than he is and he sighs. “Why?”

“Because I want to,” you shrug. “Because even if you don’t care, I do, and I want your first time to be special. You deserve to sleep with someone who wants to sleep with you, not because you’re paying them. I want to sleep with you Jihoon, and not out of pity, or because you’re paying me, because I want to.” Jihoon blushes at your words and looks away from you. You reach over to grab his chin so he can look at you. “Do you want me?”

Jihoon is nodding quickly, desire filling his eyes. “Yes!”

“Mmm, good boy. Now if you’re ready, let’s get back to what we were at, right?” You wink at him before you stand up and drop your robe. Just like the first time Jihoon can’t help but stare at your figure and you smirk. You saunter back over to the bed and crawl onto it, your ass pointed towards Jihoon as you do.

Jihoon follows and clambers onto the bed a lot less gracefully than you. Once you two are back on top of the covers you grab Jihoon’s chin again and lean over to kiss him. His hands find your body and pull you closer. Your palm comes down to his crotch and you rub at his boner. You pull your mouth away from Jihoon and ignore the way you love how he whimpers when you do.

“Is there anything else you need to tell me before we do this? Because if not I’m going to suck your dick.”

Jihoon flushes at your forwardness and his hips buck up once more. “I’m uh,” he looks away embarrassed, “my dick is…small.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at this but your face relaxes again. “That’s okay baby, size really doesn’t matter. Big dicks hurt too much anyways. Anything else?”

“I’m afraid I’m gonna…cum too fast,” Jihoon tells you in a small voice.

“No shame in that, just means I’m doing something right.” As you two talk your hand still gently rubs at him. Your desire gets the best of you and you brush your thumb over his collarbone. “Can I mark you?”

“Y-yes,” Jihoon says. You smile at this.

“Can I suck you off now?”

“Please,” Jihoon whimpers.

“Just sit back baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Your hands move to swiftly unbutton his jeans. You pull them down his legs and he helps you kick them off all the way. Underneath his pants he has on a pair of checkered boxers and you can see the way his hard-on presses into the fabric.

You palm at him again and a small wet patch starts to form against the article of clothing. You bring your mouth down to his neck and start to suck at the pale skin. Your hand pushes under his shirt and up his torso. His skin is warm and soft under your fingertip. You pull your mouth away from Jihoon’s neck so you can pull his shirt over his head. His body is lithe but there’s still a bit of muscle definition under his skin. His body is smooth and pale all over and you want to mark every inch of him. Your hand grabs at him tighter and your mouth starts to suck a bruise into his sternum.

When you’re pleased with how much Jihoon is withering under you, your fingers dip under the waistband of his boxers. You grab his length and pull it out and you gasp when it’s finally visible.

“Holy shit Jihoon, you are not small.” His dick is average in length, about five inches or so, but his girth is thick. You could kind of tell just from touching him through his clothes but with it in full view you can see just how thick he really is.

“Y-you don’t have to, ahhh shit, lie,” Jihoon says, his speech getting cut off when you grip him tightly.

“I’m not! You’re fucking thick as hell. Fuck this is so hot.” You pump him in your fist and Jihoon’s hips wriggle around. You bend down and stick your tongue out to lick at his slit, his pre-cum coating your tongue.

“Y-Y/N!” Jihoon’s hands bury themselves into your hair.

“Taste good Jihoonie,” you mutter. You kiss up and down his shaft, sucking a bit as you go. Finally after teasing him, you open your mouth up and sink your mouth down onto Jihoon’s dick. You loosen your throat and shove his whole length down your esophagus. Your lips wrap around his base and you start to suck.

Jihoon is moaning above you and his hands shove you down even farther. Your tongue presses against the underside of his shaft and you bob your head the best you can.

“Ah, ah, shit. Ngghh, fuck!” Jihoon shouts and he dumps his load down his load right down your throat. You suck him dry before pulling off, swallowing the rest of his cum after you do. You catch your breath before smiling up at Jihoon.

“How was that?”

“Holy shit Y/N,” Jihoon mutters. “That was so hot.”

You lick your lips. “Thanks. You were super hot too.”

“I wanna touch you,” he blurts out.

“Oh? Well come here then.”

Jihoon scrambles towards you but stops when he’s close. His hands hover close to your body but don’t touch, like he’s not sure what to do yet. You giggle slightly and reach behind you to undo your bra. With your tits out in the open, Jihoon's eyes widen as he stares back at your rosy nipples.

“Oh my god,” you hear Jihoon whisper. Shakily his hands reach up to grope at your boobs. Your supple flesh melds to the shape of his hands as he touches you and you can see his dick already twitching again. Jihoon cups the underside of one of your boobs and brings his mouth down to suck on it.

“Oh~” you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet mouth against your skin. While he sucks at your tit his other hand leaves your breast to reach between your legs. He rubs two fingers against your slit through your panties and you can feel how wet the fabric is when he presses it into you.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters against your breast. “It’s so warm, and wet.”

“Because of you Hoonie,” you say. “Mmm, please touch me more. Need it.”

Jihoon slips two fingers into you and you moan. His hands are sloppy as they move inside of you but just the mere pressure of them pushing against you makes you feel good. He keeps pumping his fingers into you as he sucks on your tits. None of your clients have ever done this before, but you guess Jihoon isn’t a client anymore.

“Need more, need your dick,” you tell. Your pussy is drenched now, your slick running down Jihoon’s hand.

“O-okay,” Jihoon says. You can tell he’s still a bit nervous but wants you just as much as you want him. He pulls away from you and gets off the bed. You see him fumbling around with his pants before he produces a condom from one of his pockets. You move around so you’re laying on the bed properly and you slide your panties off as he rolls the rubber onto his shaft.

“Shit Y/N,” Jihoon says when he looks back at you. Your legs are spread enough that he has a full view of your slick, pink pussy. He crawls on the bed and lines his dick up to your entrance. “I’m not too sure how good at this I’ll be,” he tells you.

“You’re fine, if it’s bad I’ll just take over and ride you,” you say. He flushes pink at this which makes you grin.

Gently, Jihoon pushes into you. Your pussy is willing and wet so he’s able to slide right into you all the way. Jihoon groans at the way your walls suck him in.

“F-fuck. I’m really not gonna last long.”

Slowly he starts to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of you. His pace is unstable and painfully slow. You shift around in the bed and grab his hips. “You uh, need to go faster. Pick up a steady rhythm, okay?”

“Oh…okay.” After you say that Jihoon’s thrusts hit more on beat. You two stay like that for a while but you start to feel awkward, as Jihoon is more focused on his thrusts than anything else.

“Jihoon.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Can you- uh, just come here.” You pull his body from its hovering position down so you can kiss him. His body relaxes more into yours and he understands what you’re trying to say. He brings one of his hands down to cup your waist and braces himself on his knee so his other hand can grab the nape of your neck.

As your lips clash against his, his hips start to pick up pace. You can tell Jihoon is a novice at this, but you don’t mind at all. You break away from him so you can place your mouth on his bare shoulder. You suck the soft skin into your mouth so you can bite at it. Jihoon lets out small pants as you abuse the plush flesh.

You can tell Jihoon is prolonging his orgasm so he doesn’t embarrass himself. A part of you also thinks he wants you to feel pleasure as well. You two continue your efforts as you run your hands over each other’s skin, trying to stimulate as much of the body as you can.

Jihoon is whimpering into your neck as his hips rut into you. His whole body is nearly resting on yours and his hand is gripped tightly onto your shoulder. His other arm braces himself, his hand entangled with yours. Your free hand is buried tightly in his hair, holding his head in your neck. Your leg is wrapped around his body helping guide his hips. Jihoon’s whimpers go straight to your core and you decide that you never want the sound to end.

As a sex worker you often bring pleasure to people but it’s never been like this before. Your bodies are fully entangled, warm skin pressing against warm skin. Jihoon’s body is littered with purple bruises that you sucked into him, your lips puffy from kissing his body over and over again. It feels intimate.

Ever since you switched from being a street worker to a call girl you’ve had a lot more intimate moments with your clients, even getting to know some of the men who called on your services regularly, but nothing has ever been like this.

It’s different with Jihoon. Everything is different with him.

“Shit Jihoon,” you mutter when his cock hits into you at just the right angle. “Right there, again.” Jihoon complies and you feel yourself getting closer. “Jihoon, need you to touch me.”

“T-touch you?”

“Y-yeah, like this.” You gently remove that hand that’s digging into your shoulder and move it down between your bodies. You straighten out two of his fingers and then press them into your clit. You see the recognition on his face as he feels the bud. He starts to play with it and elation spreads throughout your body.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” Jihoon says hurriedly. “Oh shit.” You feel his hips stutter inside of you and the warmth of his cum through the condom as he dumps his load into the rubber. His hips don’t stop though and his finger keeps working at you until you’re clenching down and arching your back against the bed. You cum on Jihoon’s dick, his name falling from your mouth as he does. When you’re fully blissed out and have come down from the height of your climax, Jihoon pulls out of you. He slumps down on the bed, panting.

“How was that?” You ask breathlessly.

“So good,” Jihoon tells you. “Shit Y/N. God you’re so…wow.” You giggle at this.

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever got.”

“Ugh, this is gross,” Jihoon mutters as he pulls the condom off. He ties it off and throws it into the trash can, still from the bed. You’re surprised he makes the shot. He looks over at you. “Do you uh, need anything? Aftercare and all that, right?”

You giggle again. “I think I’m good for right now. But if you want, you should come closer.” Jihoon obliges and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the way his heart thumps. “Thank you for that.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” His words vibrate his chest and it ripples through your skull as he speaks.

“Maybe, but I’m still thanking you. I haven’t had someone treat me that nice…in a really long time.”

Jihoon tenses a bit under you. “You deserve better Y/N.” His hand comes to cup the back of your neck, holding you close to him, like he’s trying to protect you from all of the harms in your life.

Deep down you know Jihoon is right, you do deserve a better life. Though, as you lay in the boy’s secure arms, you think that if life sent you someone like Jihoon, it couldn’t be too bad.

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

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thatstonedwriter · 7 months

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Loona's Long Nose Post

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A/N: This is a crack piece based on a prompt I've been talking with an anon about. If you want the context, check out the Loona's Long Nose Post tag. Hope y'all can tolerate my attempts at humor. I also decided to expand the prompt a bit and add some fluff. I know the anon originally asked for a fem reader but I ended up keeping it gender neutral.

Content; platonic crack, fluff, gender neutral, no pronouns

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At first, you thought nothing of it. Some new structure in the distance; it looked almost like a telephone pole. At least.. You could've sworn it was. But why did it keep getting taller?

It wasn't long until you decided to investigate. Trying to find the source was like looking for the end of a rainbow. Whatever it was, it was getting tall enough to rival the buildings of Imp City.

After a while of navigating the city, you start getting closer, zeroing in on the source of this strange phenomena. You race through the sketchy alleyways and dank tunnels. Then you turn a corner to see..

"Loona?!"

"Agh- Fuck!!"

Loona's looking up- she has to, because she needs to balance her nose- wait, that's what you've been chasing after all day?!

"How and why-"

"It's been like this all fucking day! Some dumbass kids thought it would be funny to cast a spell or some shit- ugh," She stumbles, managing to catch herself. "I'm gonna fucking kill them!" Loona screams, attempting to kick a nearby trashcan.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer fucking length of her nose, Loona lost her balance. She'd expected to hit the ground. She would've preferred to hit the ground. Instead, she has to deal with the humiliation of doing that Michael Jackson lean because her nose is propped up on a nearby building. And that only made things worse..

"What do I do," Loona groans. She stumbles back, regaining her balance with your assistance, and decides to sit with her back against the wall. She leans her head back, wincing. "Fuck, its killing my neck too. Would you uh.. mind helping me out..?"

She's hesitant, not wanting to seem selfish. Loona hasn't been used to asking for favors or being vulnerable, but you've changed that. Not to say Loona doesn't appreciate her other friends, but it's not exactly the same. Millie's usually preoccupied with Moxxie or spending more time with Blitzø. Blitzø is.. A whole other thing entirely. You're the first friend who has put in this much time, effort, and care.

She understands if you're not comfortable with initiating physical contact. Your company was already enough to start making her feel more relaxed.

"Hey.. Seems like your nose is uh.. going back to normal," you say. And it's true! Slowly but surely, at least.

"Yeah, not fast enough," Loona rolls her eyes- and sees her nose start to grow again. "Oh come on!!"

"Wait wait wait! I think.. Maybe the spell is activated when you're upset, and deactivated when you relax.. "

"Seriously, you're just guessing that?"

"Yeah, so? We're working with limited information, here."

Loona rolls her eyes, huffing and combing her hands through her hair. "Well how do you suppose I relax with.. This," she gestures to her nose, giving you a (dare I say) bombastic side eye.

"I dunno. Let's just distract you.. Do you have music or anything? Or want to talk?"

Whatever it was, your methods worked. While Loona still had some.. Flare ups.. She's been managing to keep her nose from getting too long.

It's definitely not easy, but that's why she's glad she has you.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #loona x reader #platonic #helluva boss headcanon #crack fic #loona helluva boss #loona's long nose post #Ngl I'm pretty insecure about this one #But I've been going through re editing and drafting #So I hope it's alright #request #writings.onthe.wall

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snarkythewoecrow · 8 months

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okay, for a little treat, here's some super big feels in snippet form from my mpreg!buck story (which i should make a special tag for) but this is a buddie, one night stand to enemies to reluctant roommates to lovers/family fic, with misunderstandings and lots of hurt/comfort, and this out-of-context snippet is from some stuff I wrote tonight, with Athena being the best surrogate mom to Buck in his time of need, like the feels!

tagging @kookieisbaby and @underwater-ninja-13 since i think they might be interested, i've never done a tag list but i can try to make one for snippets from this fic if you want, just let me know if you want on it

“Buck, sweetheart, you did take it, didn’t you?” she asked.

Something clawed at his throat, scraping upwards and making him cough, trying to ease it. The sensation didn’t abate, but he pushed past it, nodding tightly a few times, then managing to rasp, “Yeah, I—it’s in there, but, uh, I couldn’t—I couldn’t—I can’t—”

He shook his head, not able to explain—and not just because he didn’t know how, but because his chest had suddenly refused to expand how it should, leaving the tissues burning for oxygen, screaming for him to suck in faster--pull harder--to fill his lungs. Though that only made the panic worse.

“Woah, woah, woah,” she said, touching his shoulders, then his face, turning him to face her. “Breathe, Buck. Come on, baby.”

The room spun when he shook his head. “Can’t—can’t—I can’t.”

“Easy—look at me—that’s it, baby—there you are.” One of her hands slid to the back of his neck, putting him in a scruff that sent a jolt through his arms, then into his chest, working like the opposite of adrenaline. “I promise—you can, and very much are, breathing. You’re moving air, baby. It might not feel like it, but I promise you are.”

The tight cinch of panic around his ribcage eased.

His gaze locked with hers, latching on and finding faith. In and out. He wasn’t suffocating—Athena wouldn’t let him drown.

Her lips twitched, an almost smile. “There you go—those lungs are working a little better for you now, huh? Alright, just keep breathing, nice and slow, for a bit longer, then we’ll go from there. That sound good to you?”

A quick nod, then he closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth of her hand squeezing his neck, grounding and reminding him of a childhood he never had, with a mother who’d never cared to soothe him this way.

Then, after gathering himself, though his nerves still buzzed with static, he took an easier breath and opened his eyes to face Athena, and everything that time refused to stop chasing.

Because no matter what, sooner or later, the test would need to be read—and his life would change—even if he wasn’t pregnant, as this experience had already left its mark.

“Um, thanks—and sorry, for, you know, all that.”

She rolled her eyes, brows lifting and dropping her hand from his neck. “You’re just as bad as Bobby—and you know, you’re not the only one who struggles—we all do from time to time. But that’s what pack is for, right? We’re here for each other, through thick and thin, or whatever is waiting behind that door.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She shrugged a little. “Eh, I’m not sure you do, but it’s a work in progress, baby. We all are, in our own ways. But the real question is, are you ready to see what the next step is gonna be—where this path is leading?”

His throat still ached when he swallowed. Then he inhaled hard and fast, exhaling just as roughly afterward. “I’m scared, ’Thena.”

“I bet you are—probably downright terrified, but I’m here, and the pack is a phone call away. You know Maddie will drop everything if you ask, and no matter what—we’ll back you up. However you want to play it.”

He had to stop his hand from sliding to his lower belly. Then, glancing at the door, he asked, not even turning back to her, “Can you—would you look? Then—then tell me. I can’t and I—I think it would be easier if you…”

She patted his shoulder. “Of course, baby.”

#buddie #buddie 911 #buddie fic #911 fic #911 abc #mpreg #snippets #snark writes #my wips #the mpreg!buck story

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tenebraevesper · 4 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete, Night 22: Five Nights at Freddy's: Restart

''We're waiting every night to finally roam and invite newcomers to play with us, for many years we've been all alone. We're forced to be still and play the same songs we've known since that day. An imposter took our life away, now we're stuck here to decay. Please let us get in, don't lock us away, we're not like what you're thinking! We're poor little souls who have lost all control and we're forced here to take that role! We've been all alone, stuck in our little zone since 1987! Join us, be our friend, or just be stuck and defend, after all you only got – Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's, oh…''

– Five Nights at Freddy's by The Living Tombstone (Five Nights at Freddy's)

xXxXxXx

If there was one word that could describe the current situation in Springtrap's mind, it would be ''surreal''. After so many weeks of waiting, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex was celebrating its opening day, and he and Sam had arrived a couple of hours earlier as instructed to help out with the animatronics and S.T.A.F.F. Bots. They were currently standing on the upper floor at the lobby, staring at the entrance and observing the crowd that impatiently waited outside.

Sam had traded her dark purple and black uniform she wore at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for a new one, consisting of a red short-sleeved T-shirt with a logo featuring Glamrock Freddy's head over her left breast pocket, with the words ''Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex'' underneath it, and silver words spelling out ''TECHNICIAN'' on her back, along with the logo of the Pizzaplex, black slacks and a name tag hanging on the black Glamrock-themed lanyard around her neck, labeling her as ''Samantha Blackburn, Animatronic Technician''. She had also kept her brown hair tied in a high ponytail with a purple scrunchie. Currently, she was on her smartphone, talking to Matt.

''So, we got about 10 minutes left until they open this place. How's the situation outside?'' she asked, having put him on the loudspeaker so Springtrap could hear their conversation.

''Uh, wild I suppose?'' Matt replied. ''I mean, people were showing up in costumes back at Freddy's, but I didn't expect that there would be so many cosplayers here. There are a bunch of families and kids, but I can see teens and even adults waiting alone or with their friends.''

''I'm not really surprised by how things turned out. Fazbear Entertainment was really aggressive when it came to advertising the Pizzaplex. They even added an update to Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted, that allows you to enter a code to get a coupon for a free meal if you buy the game,'' Sam noted.

''They have certainly put more effort into this place than any of their other location. Even Circus Baby's Pizza World hadn't this much promotion,'' Springtrap said, reminiscing of the past for a moment.

''Well, I'll be seeing you two soon,'' Matt said, cancelling the call. Sam put her smartphone back into her pocket, glancing at Springtrap with a questioning look. He gave her a soft smile.

''I'd be lying if I said that neither me nor Henry had ever expected that Fredbear's Family Diner would ever expand into something like this,'' Springtrap said, pointing vaguely at the lobby. ''This place is the first Entertainment Complex of its kind.''

''Do you think that Henry would be happy to see what has become of Freddy's?'' Sam asked. Springtrap took a moment to think about it.

''It is hard to say. Henry did love the franchise we had created together, and I suppose he would be quite proud to see that people are still coming to Freddy's, even if it's a different location, to eat and have fun. However, Henry was never really an ambitious man, and was quite content with just maintaining Fredbear's Family Diner,'' Springtrap explained.

''I suppose you were the more ambitious one,'' Sam said.

Springtrap nodded, continuing the story, ''I had managed to convince Henry to push forward with expanding Fredbear's since it became incredibly popular, and we eventually founded the company that would become Fazbear Entertainment. You already know the rest of the story, though.'' Springtrap folded his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the lobby. ''However, after what happened at the last location and after our conversations last summer, I believe that Henry would hate the fact that Fazbear Entertainment has not only returned, but made a whole spectacle out of it. He wanted to end it all back when he started that fire. He wanted Freddy's to be gone for good and forgotten by the public.''

''What about you? Are you happy about what happened to Freddy's?'' Sam asked curiously. Springtrap hummed in thought.

''I don't believe that I can describe how I feel now as 'happy'. In fact, I'd say that 'impressed' would be a more fitting word. I am impressed with the new technology the Showtimes and Glamrocks possess, and I am impressed with how much effort Fazbear Entertainment put into this new location, even though I know their policy,'' Springtrap answered, a tiny smirk of amusement appearing on his expression. ''I suppose that, unlike Henry, I don't want Freddy's to end and be forgotten. Maybe it's because I was a co-founder, maybe it's because I was responsible for its horrifying history; but I always find myself coming back to this place. Even after the fire at Fazbear Frights, when I was free to go wherever I wanted, I still returned back to the Freddy's location even though I knew it was nothing more but a trap. Admittedly, I had also figured I'd find the exit, but that doesn't matter anymore. The point is, that location was something familiar, something I had associated myself with, and I am certain that. I belonged there.'' His eyes showed a faint glow of purple as he remembered what had happened. He then turned towards Sam. ''To answer your question, yes, I do feel happy about the Pizzaplex opening. However, I'm not happy about what might be lurking here.''

Sam then glanced at the clock of her smartphone, noting how they still had a couple more minutes left, and thought back to what she had been told. As they were counting down the days to the grand opening of the Mega Pizzaplex, Springtrap had noticed that more and more people have begun visiting Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, informing a busy Sam about his observation. Mostly, it were families with young children excited to see the animatronics, but more and more teenagers had been showing up, some even dressing up as the animatronics as if they were on their way to a convention. However, that wasn't the only thing that had happened.

Sam and Matt took note that in their high school, more and more of their classmates were talking about the Fazbear Franchise and the upcoming opening of the Mega Pizzaplex. While some were interested in visiting the place to see the attractions, a good chunk of them were talking about the Five Nights at Freddy's games, mainly Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted, but also about the deleted games Fazbear Entertainment claimed to have been made by some lunatic. Some had even decided to dig into the past and found newspaper clips about the Missing Children Incident, which only got them more excited as the games were clearly based on a real event. It didn't help that those theories were fueled by YouTube videos, with some people even making songs based directly on the games, with one song even becoming so incredibly popular that people claimed it to be THE FNaF theme song.

Sam had to admit that it was quite interesting listening to all of the wild theories people were throwing out, trying to figure out what exactly the lore of the initial FNaF games was, from claiming that Phone Guy was Purple Guy and therefore the murderer, to all of the games being just a dream made up by a traumatized Crying Child, to the whole game being just a simulation made by a delusional creator. Sam also took note of the fact that no one was mentioning a glitching bunny when it came to the Help Wanted game, meaning that only the versions played by her and Vanessa contained the code for Glitchtrap inside them. At least she didn't have to worry about more people getting influenced by him… right?

''So, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is finally open.'' Springtrap's statement snapped Sam out of her thoughts and she looked back at the lobby, seeing the crowd coming inside, some looking somewhat unsure where to even go and just looking around, while others walked more confidently. Sam narrowed her eyes, trying to find Matt in the crowd and feeling glad that she had managed to spot him. He waved back at her, with Sam returning the gesture, not noticing that Springtrap was glaring at Matt and turning to him when he placed his hand on her shoulder. ''We should also go now.''

''Yeah, right. I was given the task to patrol all of the attractions that have the Glamrocks as mascots, as well as check on Monty,'' Sam said. From what she had been told, Victor and several other technicians would be keeping an eye on the S.T.A.F.F. Bots, since those could malfunction much more easily than the Glamrocks or Montgomery for that matter. There was also a technician tasked to keep an eye on DJ Music Man and another one was making sure that the Daycare Attendant was behaving properly. ''We'll go first to Rockstar Row.''

xXx

Matt had to admit that his first impression of the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex was just pure amazement. Even though Sam and Mr. Afton had described the place in as much detail as possible, it was a completely different thing to experience it in person. The only reason he even knew that his whole building was the converted Machinations Factory was because Sam had told him about it, as this place was otherwise unrecognizable. He was quite in awe, but he also felt disoriented, if not overwhelmed, due to just how many things were there to look at. Fortunately, Sam did give him a map of the building, whose image he had now uploaded on his smartphone, but he still had no clue where to go first.

It also didn't help that he wasn't quite fond of the crowd, which was growing only louder and louder the further he went inside. He knew that there was no way to escape the loud volume, as once people got comfortable inside the building, it would be a constant stream of noise. While Matt preferred quiet places, he was able to handle being here. However, he needed to figure out what exactly he was going to do. The initial plan was for him, Sam and Mr. Afton to look around for any signs of the Glitchtrap virus, but something Matt noted was that the virus would not show himself so soon and probably wait for them to lower their guard. The most they could do was to be patient.

''Hi! Please take this map.''

''Agh!'' Matt was startled by Map Bot, who eagerly extended his hand, handing out a map of the Pizzaplex to the teenager. Matt just smiled back sheepishly. ''Uh, no thanks. I don't need one.''

''Take a map,'' the robot responded, still holding out the map.

''No, seriously, I already have one,'' Matt replied, holding up his smartphone for the Map Bot to see.

''Take a map.'' Map Bot was persistent though, with Matt quickly realizing that he would be stuck with this robot. However, this was now a matter of stubborness.

''Once again, I really don't need one,'' Matt replied, holding up his hands in defense.

''Take. A. Map,'' Map Bot said in a firm tone, shoving the map right under his nose, causing Matt to flinch.

''Why are you singling me out? There are other people who need maps more than I do-'' Matt started, when suddenly, two teenage girls walked past them, one of them rolling her eyes and just grabbing the map out of the Map Bot's hand and giving Matt an annoyed look. Matt just stared at her, well aware that she thought that he was just playing dumb, but he didn't care. He was just relieved to get the Map Bot off his back.

''Now, let's see where I should go first…'' Matt muttered, quickly walking away and looking back at his smartphone. ''I suppose I could go to-''

''Hi! Please take a map!''

Map Bot appeared almost out of nowhere, starling Matt once again, just to hand him over a map. Matt almost fell over into the fountain surrounding the Glamrock Freddy statue.

''Dude, I already told you that I don't need one,'' Matt told the Map Bot.

''Take. THE. MAP!'' Map Bot waved with it in front of Matt's face, only for another passing group of teenagers to reach out for the map, causing Map Bot to focus on them for a moment.

When he turned around, he realized that Matt was suddenly gone, but he did spot the teenager rushing up the stairs to the upper floor of the Pizzaplex. Map Bot just stared at Matt until he vanished from his sight. Despite his expression showing no emotion, Map Bot did feel strange, almost insulted that a visitor got away without being given a map to navigate through the massive Pizzaplex.

His eyes glowing furiously, Map Bot was making his way upstairs, determined to fulfill his sole job.

xXx

After visiting Rockstar Row and making sure that all of the Glamrocks were outside their Green Rooms, Sam and Springtrap went first towards Bonnie Bowl. As expected, the bowling alley was cluttered with people wanting to try it out, with the shoe-rental counters being crowded as the employees were trying to handle everything. It was quite novelty for the patrons, especially those from directly from Huricanne, since if one wanted to go bowling, they would have to drive all over to St. George, and with the twenty-two lanes present, it would hopefully be enough for all of the visitors. There was also a line already forming at the ice-cream parlor, with two employees handling the orders.

''It seems that things are under control so far,'' Springtrap commented, both him and Sam overlooking Bonnie Bowl from the upper area. He did glance at Sam when she didn't answer, instead focusing on the bowling alley. ''Sam?''

''I should've brought binoculars or something… Ah, there he is!'' Sam pointed at a group of children surrounding Glamrock Bonnie, who took over one lane, explaining to the kids the rules of bowling.

''Should we go to greet him?'' Springtrap asked. Sam shook her head.

''No, I don't think that's necessary. We are supposed to intervene in case he malfunctions or is broken, but from what I see, Glamrock Bonnie is doing well,'' Sam replied, watching Bonnie has he showed off his skills, getting a strike. ''Woah, I'm impressed!''

''Tch, you're impressed by an animatronic who was created to be an expert in bowling getting a strike?'' Springtrap asked in a sarcastic tone. Sam turned to him with a mischievous grin.

''How many strikes did you achieve?'' she asked, giving him a smug look. Springtrap's eyes narrowed as he gave her an irritated look, groaning.

''How about we leave? You said you wanted to visit Glamrock Chica next, right?'' he asked, trying to change the topic.

''Sure,'' Sam replied, still smiling, well aware that she just hit a nerve. From what Roxanne and Chica told her, Springtrap really sucked at bowling. Of course, the way they told her, it sounded like he was a walking catastrophe, so Sam wasn't sure how much of their story was them just messing with Springtrap.

They went over to Mazercise, which was a fitness area with a bunch of pillows in it. The area itself was basically a huge maze for people to navigate around, as well as a snack bar on the side, offering discounts on unhealthy food and drinks. Surprisingly, there weren't too many people there, just a few who wanted to find their way out of Mazercise. Wondering where in the world Glamrock Chica had gone to, both of them started searching for her, until they finally returned back to the lobby and entered Faz-Pad.

The small fusion cuisine restaurant had a menu listing things that would be sold every day and also had a jazz theme playing in the background. There were several people sitting there, some waiting for their order, others drinking coffee… and Glamrock Chica bouncing from table to table, rattling off all the ingredients they could get on their pizza.

''Of course, there is a debate whether one would want pizza with actual toppings on it or just the dough and sauce. Can you believe that? Mini-Pizza with no toppings? I mean, I would eat them regardless since it is pizza, but I would love to know what you think,'' Glamrock Chica said, clasping her hands as she smiled sweetly at the man and woman who just stared at her with a bewildered look.

The employee who was working at the Faz-Pad noticed Sam and Springtrap standing at the entrance, mouthed ''HELP!'', pointing at Glamrock Chica. It was obvious that she wanted them to remove her from the restaurant. The patrons were mainly adults and clearly not in the mood to talk to an excited chicken who promoted food that wasn't even on the menu. Sam just sighed, feeling a bit like a babysitter for the Glamrocks.

''Hey, Chica! We were just searching for you!'' Sam called out for the white chicken, with Chica being quite happy to see her. She quickly approached them.

''Really? What do you need me for? Should I go to the kitchen?'' she asked.

''Actually, I've been wondering why you weren't at the Mazercise,'' Sam said, gesturing to Chica to follow her.

''Oh, I've already gave my speech there and decided to move on and visit the other parts of the Pizzaplex to promote the food,'' Chica explained.

''Maybe you should promote food that it is actually being sold,'' Springtrap commented, with Chica giving him an irked look.

''The Pizzaplex sells pizza, therefore no matter which area I am in, I can talk about our primary dish,'' Chica replied, placing her hands on her hips as she stared at Springtrap. Sam quickly intervened.

''I think you would get more people to listen to you if you go to the Atrium. After all, that's where the main food court is,'' she pointed out.

''I had planned to do that once I was done with Faz-Pad. Do you want to come along?'' Chica asked.

''Maybe later. I still need to check on Roxy and Monty,'' Sam replied.

''Well, last time I saw Roxy, she had told me she wanted to give some children a makeover at the Glamrock Beauty Salon,'' Chica told her.

''Thanks for the heads up. We'll see you later,'' Sam replied, waving at Chica as she and Springtrap made their way towards Roxy Raceway.

''Is it just me or is Glamrock Chica way too obsessed with pizza?'' Springtrap asked. ''At least in comparison to Showtime Chica.''

''Well, we were told that her food obsession is one of her main traits. I suppose nobody thought to tone it down,'' Sam replied.

''This will become problematic in the future,'' Springtrap noted. ''She might start to force people to eat pizza.''

''Well, I wouldn't be surprised, considering what Fazbear Entertainment's policy is,'' Sam replied.

xXx

Matt took a deep breath, leaning against the wall somewhere at the Fazcade. For some reason, he had been pursued by the Map Bot and he tried to shake him off, but the latter managed to always find him. However, given how huge the Fazcade was, he was certain that the Map Bot wouldn't find him here.

Speaking of the Fazcade, it contained three floors connected with spiral staircases, with a bridge branching across the third floor, and numerous arcade machines. There were Japanese-styled karaoke rooms located on the third floor along with the security office. Located on the first floor was a big DJ arena and booth, which was manned by DJ Music Man.

''Woah!'' Matt had to admit that he was a bit shocked by DJ Music Man's sheer size. While he knew that DJ Music Man was the biggest animatronic out of all of them, this was something else. Matt had to admit that he looked quite intimidating, even though he was just jamming out to a techno tune peppered with guitar rifs that really fit the Fazcade's overall vibe. ''Maybe I should start with this place then? I did want to try out some of those arcade games.''

Matt started to walk around, observing the kids and teens who were glued to the arcades. He wondered which arcade game he should play first, noting that, while he was on a mission here, he figured that he should also enjoy himself a bit. However, as he passed through, he noted that something felt off. It took him a moment, but he soon realized that the techno tune changed. Sure, it was still similar, but this one felt more heart-pounding, as if was about to get hunted down.

''Please take the map! Please take the map!''

''Oh, damn!''

Matt turned around, panicking when he saw Map Bot barreling right towards him, his determination to give the teenager a map only boosted by what Matt came to recognize as the Map Bot's Boss Music, courtesy of DJ Music Man.

''Dude, leave me alone!''

Matt ran across the Fazcade, searching for the exit, with Map Bot following him, now feeling less like a helpful robot and more like a predator. As for DJ Music Man, he just kept jamming out to the new tune, having been inspired by the seemingly innocent events before him.

xXx

The GlamRock Beauty Salon was featured in a rocky desert area and had a barren interior. Inside it were multiple salon stations and a small stage for Roxanne Wolf, and outside, there was a play area with a ballpit, some boxes, and a swing set. Roxanne herself was inside the salon with a few little girls and boys, who wanted her to put some make-up on them.

''Of course, my fans are the best! Now, who is next?'' Roxanne said, having put the finishing touches on a little girl, her eyes covered in red eye-shadow and her cheeks now much redder. The girl looked quite happy, although her mother, who was standing nearby, rose an eyebrow at the excessive make-up.

''Hey, can you draw a robot on my cheek?'' a boy asked, with Roxanne nodding as she held up the brush.

''I can do you one better! Do you want me to draw your favorite animatronic?'' she asked, with the boy nodding in excitement, with Roxanne starting to draw a simplistic chibi version of herself with the make-up she had been given to entertain the kids.

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the beauty salon, Sam and Springtrap were just observing what was going on, with Sam commenting, ''Roxy seems to be really popular among the kids.''

''Honestly, I'm not surprised, but I assume that some people will wonder where Foxy is,'' Springtrap noted.

''Yeah, but that will be a problem Fazbear Entertainment will have to deal with,'' she said, beckoning Springtrap to follow her, as the next location she wanted to visit was Monty's Gator Golf. As they walked over there, Springtrap noted that, while Sam tried to keep a cheerful demeanor, she would fall silent from time to time, as if thinking about something serious, and her mood would darken.

''What's on your mind?'' he asked, with Sam turning to him as she snapped out of her thoughts.

''I was just wondering how long it will take until this turns into another Five Nights at Freddy's game,'' she said. ''From the notifications I've gotten, Fazbear Entertainment wanted to completely reboot the Freddy's Franchise, making sure to erase all of the animatronics that existed in the past – Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, the Classic Animatronics, the Toy Animatronics, the Circus Gang – basically everyone besides the Showtime Animatronics. However, the feeling I'm getting is that this is not a reboot, but just them restarting the same game they had been playing for over four decades. Sure, no one has been murdered, yet, but I have no doubt that we might have to deal with haunted animatronics once again.''

''Well, technically, you are already dealing with a haunted animatronic,'' Springtrap pointed out.

''I'm not counting you since you're from a different era,'' Sam replied.

''I suppose you're right, but I would disagree with you in regards to the statement that Fazbear Entertainment has completely erased their past, as they are still making light of it in their Help Wanted video game,'' Springtrap noted, only to stop as they passed by a particular hallway. He stared at the sign next to it. ''Not to mention, they literally made a museum dedicated to the past.''

Sam glanced at the hallway Springtrap was looking at, well aware that it was leading to an area at the basement level of the Pizzaplex that displayed replicas of old animatronics and props from previous restaurants, including Fredbear's Family Diner, all variants of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Circus Baby's Pizza World, the Fazbear Fright attraction and even the location Henry and Mike had built before it got burned down. They hadn't visited it yet, as it was still under construction, but they planned on going there once it was done.

''Yeah, you're right, but still, they will never reveal the whole truth,'' Sam pointed out. Springtrap nodded in agreement. Sam then glanced at her smartphone, checking the time. ''We should move on. The Glamrocks will have their introduction concert soon, and I want to check on Monty and Freddy.''

The two picked up the pace, eventually arriving at Monty's Gator Golf. Surprisingly, there weren't too many people there, and even those who were there didn't appear to be too fond of Monty, clearly ignoring the alligator animatronic whenever he tried to approach them to interact with them. By the look on his expression, he clearly felt quite bothered by this.

''Hey, Monty!'' Montgomery looked up, surprised to see Sam running over to him. While he knew that she was mainly here to check on him, at this point he appreciated any kind of attention. ''How are you doing?''

''Eh, I could be doin' better,'' Monty replied, placing the golf club he was holding over his shoulder. ''Do you see any players 'ere?''

''I'm sorry that there aren't too many people here. I'm sure that traffic will pick up,'' Sam said, trying to cheer him up. However, Monty just waved her off with a gloomy look on his expression.

''I don't blame ye for this. I'm just not as popular as Freddy 'n his band,'' Montgomery replied. ''I just hope my attraction won't get shut down.''

''Fazbear Entertainment won't shut down an attraction just because of its lack of popularity on day one,'' Springtrap said, speaking from a strictly logical standpoint. ''Keep in mind, you are a brand new animatronic who hasn't been shown before. It will take a while for people to warm up to you.''

''Then what about Roxy? She's just as new as I am,'' Montgomery protested.

''Roxy was created as a replacement for Foxy, and she is heavily promoted as one of the band members,'' Sam stated. ''It is no surprise that people would be already used to her.'' She then gave Monty a confident smile. ''Hey, how about this? When I'm on break, I'll come over to play a round with you and you can then teach me everything about mini golf.''

''That sounds like a plan,'' Montgomery replied, perking up a bit as he realized that he might've had at least one loyal fan.

''Sam! Hey, Sam!''

Sam, Springtrap and Montgomery turned around, only to see Matt running towards her. He skidded to a halt, taking a moment to catch his breath.

''Matt, what's wrong?'' Sam asked, now alarmed when she saw her friend. ''Did something happen?''

''I… I need your help with the Map Bot. He won't leave me alone,'' Matt said, with Sam staring at him for a moment in complete bewilderment and confusion.

''What?'' she asked in a flat tone.

''Please take the map! Please take the map!''

The group's attention turned towards Map Bot, who just turned around the corner and was speeding towards them, waving around the map he was holding. He approached Matt, shoving the map into his face.

''I said I don't need one,'' Matt replied, backing away and giving Sam a pleading look. ''See? He just won't leave me alone. I don't want a map, but this guy has been following me all around this place to give me one. Com'n, you're the technician. Could you please fix him and make him stop following me?''

Sam stared at him for a moment, then sighed in exasperation. She thought that this was a case of an actual emergency, but it was actually a situation where the Map Bot showed once again his signature persistence.

''Matt, just take the damn map and he'll leave you alone,'' Sam told him, pinching the bridge of her nose. Matt, now feeling resigned to his fate, decided to take the map Map Bot was offering him. He then looked at Map Bot who, despite his unchanging expression, seemed to be way happier than before.

''I suppose that's-''

''Hi! Please take another map!'' Map Both suddenly popped right up in front of Matt, offering him another map. Matt gave Sam a bewildered look, while Springtrap just burst out laughing at seeing Matt's misery. Even Montgomery started laughing, thinking that this whole situation was actually genuinely funny. Matt, on the other hand, just frowned and gave them an annoyed look.

''Okay, now you're just being unnecessarily petty,'' Matt told Map Bot. The latter then stopped for a moment, and Matt could've sworn that the robot grinned at him in amusement, even though he had no mouth, before leaving the group.

''I guess that's now resolved,'' Sam said, turning back to Montgomery. ''Unfortunately, I still need to check on Freddy before the concert, but I promise I'll be back as soon as possible.''

Montgomery just nodded in response, knowing that he couldn't really blame his, currently, only fan for having to do her job, and while he rather would've wanted to keep her around at his own attraction, he knew that that wasn't possible.

''If you guys are going to play mini golf, maybe I could join in?'' Matt said.

''Really?'' Montgomery was surprised, but also pleased to hear that.

''Yeah… I actually wanted to try out the Fazcade, but the Map Bot kept following me around, so I couldn't do that. So long as I don't run into him again, I'll be happy to play with you,'' Matt said. ''Although, I would need a crash course in mini golf, since we didn't have any courses in New Harmony. Not that my parents would ever take me to one.''

''I'll be happy to teach ya everythin' I know,'' Montgomery said proudly.

''That's great!'' Matt nodded. Meanwhile, Sam glanced at her smartphone again.

''I'm sorry, but I need to go now to the Atrium,'' Sam said.

''I'll see you there later,'' Matt replied, deciding to stay a bit at Monty's Gator Golf, while Sam and Springtrap quickly left for the Atrium. However, just as they got there, they spotted Glamrock Freddy walking away from it.

''Freddy! Hey Freddy!'' Sam called out for the Glamrock Animatronic, who stopped for a moment, surprised to see her.

''Sam? It is nice to see you again,'' Freddy said happily, then glanced at the bunny animatronic who accompanied her. ''You too, Springtrap!''

''I assume that you're on your way to the elevator for your big performance,'' Springtrap said.

''I am. I had actually asked Chica to go ahead, and I hope Bonnie and Roxy will join us soon. We cannot start the concert with out them,'' Freddy told them, a shadow appearing over his face.

''Freddy, are you okay?'' Sam asked, feeling a bit concerned about Freddy.

''I am functioning perfectly fine,'' Freddy replied, trying to brush off her concerns. ''Although, I do feel a little nervous. This is our first performance and I want it to go as smoothly as possible. I do not want to disappoint anyone.''

''I'm sure that you'll do just fine,'' Sam cheered him up.

''Thank you for you for your support,'' Freddy replied, smiling at her. ''I should be going now. I hope you will enjoy the show!''

Sam and Springtrap observed Glamrock Freddy as he left, with Sam glancing at Springtrap. ''So, do you want to watch the concert or do you want to take a look around while everyone else is busy with it?''

''I had figured that I would stick by your side, for now. What do you want to do?'' Springtrap replied, with Sam noting how Springtrap just dodged her question.

''It would be better for us to do some investigation… but I really want to support Freddy and his friends,'' Sam said. ''Let's just hope that nothing bad will happen.''

''Yeah, let's hope that nothing bad happens,'' Springtrap repeated, nodding in agreement.

xXx

''Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear!''

Loud 80s rock music blared through the speakers as people cheered, with the platform on the stage rising and revealing the Glamrock Band in their full glory. Smoke and neon lights covered the stage, with Glamrock Bonnie, Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock Chica and the star himself, Glamrock Freddy, starting their concert. They started playing and dancing, with Bonnie, Roxy and Chica showing off their skills on the bass, keytar and guitar respectively, while Freddy ran up to the front with the microphone stand in his hand, punching the air to get the visitors even more hyped up. Cheers and chants errupted when he took the microphone off the stand.

''Welcome everyone to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex!'' Freddy's voice boomed across the Atrium as the music still played. ''My name is Freddy Fazbear, and these are my friends, Bonnie, Roxy and Chica, and we are the Glamrock Band! We hope that you all are enjoying your time here!'' He paused for a moment for the people to respond, once again cheering and clapping for them. ''That is great to hear! I sincerely hope that you will continue to visit us, as we will always be here to entertain you! Let us start the party then!''

The Glamrock Animatronics then launched into their performance, with people singing along as much as they could. However, at the back of the Atrium, albeit close enough to get a good look at the stage, there was someone who had a different song on her mind.

Springtrap gazed at Sam, who stared intently at the stage. Instead of humming along with the rock song the Glamrock Band were performing, she was humming a different, more familiar tune – one that had been stuck in her head the whole day, and now that barely anyone could hear her, she felt safe to sing it to herself. It was Toreador March, a song every version of Freddy Fazbear would perform for the audience… save for Glamrock Freddy. Then, the lyrics followed…

''We're waiting every night to finally roam and invite newcomers to play with us, for many years we've been all alone...''

Springtrap was genuinely stunned when he heard the song after Sam introduced him to it. Someone from school has told her that a band called The Living Tombstone was making songs based on pop culture, and considering how popular the Freddy's Franchise was getting, especially with the Five Nights at Freddy's games, they decided to publish their own song and contribute to the popularity of the games.

''We're forced to be still and play the same songs we've known since that day. An imposter took our life away, now we're stuck here to decay…''

It was quite chilling just how accurate the lyrics were to the past events, all written in the belief that they just followed the game canon rather than any real life events. Of course, who would even believe the stories about the haunted animatronics?

''Please let us get in, don't lock us away, we're not like what you're thinking! We're poor little souls who have lost all control and we're forced here to take that role! We've been all alone, stuck in our little zone since 1987! Join us, be our friend, or just be stuck and defend, after all you only got–''

However, as Sam had put it now, this was just a Restart of another Five Nights at Freddy's video game. It was just another location, with another group of animatronics. There was a very real danger of the past repeating once again. So, all they could do now was to wait and observe. They could continue celebrating, but a shadow would fall over them, one stained by blood.

''Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's, oh…''

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Very Uncool Love Story (MPREG, WG story)

Themes: M/M MPREG romance between a fat librarian and a disabled punk musician

Words: 2863

Part: 1/?

Connected to this drawing, although we're a long way away from this happening!

Larry let out a groan, dropping his hands helplessly at his sides. He stared down at his protruding gut accusingly. No matter how often he attended the gym or watched what he ate, ever since he turned thirty-five his waistline seemed to be expanding simply from his existence alone. In the last two years since he crossed the thirty-five threshold, his so-called waist had positively turned into a pot belly. Okay, he had to be honest with himself, since Cyberpunk 2077 came out he neglected his gym attendance and it definitely contributed to the further expansion of his blubber. And so now, to his dismay, his good dress trousers didn’t fit anymore. He let out another groan, realising that he had no choice but to go to one of the places every self-proclaimed nerd hated more than anything; the shopping centre. The worst part was that since the birthday party for his brother-in-law was happening at six, he had no time to procrastinate.

Squirting some toothpaste onto his brush he looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced. The beard he attempted to grow in order to hide his slowly forming double chin was coming in more patchy than he would’ve liked, but on the bright side, he was surprised to discover there was still more ash blonde in his beard than grey, unlike the hair on his head. Larry was mildly annoyed that he was genetically cursed both with a pot belly and premature greyness. He started getting grey in his mid-twenties, which was the beginning of the end he did not anticipate in time to start dyeing his hair to cover it up. Now, after so many years, it would just look stupid. And so Larry didn’t have much choice but to embrace the image of a grey-haired, fat librarian. He supposed it could’ve been worse, although at that moment he struggled to think how.

“Okay, Marshall, you can do this,” Larry muttered to himself, staring into his own green eyes in the rearview mirror for a moment. Gathering as much strength as he could, he finally got out his car where it was parked in the shopping centre parking lot.

Why are there so many people in the shopping centres at all times? How is that possible? Larry flinched as someone barged past him, laughing on the phone obnoxiously loudly. One of the best aspects of working at the library was that it was always blessedly quiet. Not only that, he was allowed to actually shush people! And they couldn’t do anything about it! Another person shouldered past him, nearly knocking his glasses off his nose. Fixing them in place Larry dived towards the shopping centre map to find the cheapest clothing store possible; he wasn’t about to spend a fortune on something his fat ass would undoubtedly outgrow soon. Besides, the less money spent on clothes, the more money for him to invest in video games.

“Can I help you?” A shopping assistant asked with one of those smiles that could have been real or completely fake and there was no way to tell which.

“I’m looking for dress trousers,” Larry answered, instantly nervous under the scrutiny of the younger man.

“Let me see if we can find something in your size.” He said, and Larry involuntarily flinched.

After an ordeal longer than he would’ve liked Larry emerged from the shop exhausted, but with a new pair of trousers with a size tag he never expected to be searching for. That’s what ageing does to you, he guessed. Ageing and Cyberpunk 2077, he reminded himself sourly. He almost jumped out of his skin as buzzing in his pocket tore him out of his revelry.

“Yes?” “Larry, tell me you remember about Tom’s birthday party.” His sister said. “I remember!” “Don’t you lie to me, brother!”

“I’m not lying!” He sputtered “I even got a new outfit for the party.” “Wow, I’m impressed. Did you get a gift?” “Uh…” “Lawrence Marshall!” She groaned.

“I will get one!” “He was talking about one of those new heavy metal albums he wanted. I don’t remember which band it was… Slayer? Judas Priest? I really don’t remember, but it came out this month, go to the CD store and ask someone!” “Ask someone…? A CD…? Arianna, wait…!” He let out a sigh as the phone indicated the call was ended by the caller.

Once again, feeling even more defeated than he did when he first came into the shopping centre, he went to look for the map to find a CD store in this monstrosity.

Larry took in a deep breath as he stared at the black sign that read “Music Emporium” in an aggressively pointy font and with burning wings on each side of it. That was a bit of an overkill, wasn’t it? Wings and fire? Couldn’t it just be one or the other? Taking a deep breath Larry entered the store.

There was some classic rock playing inside, but thankfully it wasn’t too loud. The shop was rather dim, in fact, it was positively dark and Larry wondered how anyone could see what they were buying. There was nobody inside and Larry was very thankful because never before had he been so painfully aware of being, and looking, like a librarian.

When he meant the shop was empty, he didn’t only mean customers, there was literally no one there. He assumed the shop clerk was somewhere around, maybe restocking something, or maybe they were in the back. But he wasn’t about to call out, God no. He wandered around nervously and when he spotted a sign shouting “NEW RELEASES” in big orange letters he almost flew to it, hoping he would be able to find the CD on his own and buy it without ever revealing to the shop clerk how out of his depth he actually was. He looked at the rows of different CDs and felt immediately lost. How was he supposed to find a CD without knowing anything about it other than the release month? When people asked him for books they didn’t remember the titles of he had so many ways to narrow the search down. Keywords, genre, plot, similar books… How did you search for a CD? He guessed you could sing something from it, but if it was a completely new one then you wouldn’t even know any songs from it, would you? “Why didn’t you call for me?” An unfamiliar voice with a heavy Scottish accent accused and Larry was startled enough to drop the CD he was holding. “Great, that’s amazing.” The man spat, placing something against one of the shelves to go down to the floor. Larry realised it was a crutch. “No, no, I got it!” Larry frantically dropped to the floor, picking up the CD. “You’re…” He started, but the man cut him off. “What? A cripple? Yeah, man, cripples can be music experts too, crazy, huh?” “No, I wanted to say that you’re the shop clerk,” He awkwardly held the CD out to the man “Here, it’s not broken.” “Hm.” The man humphed, taking the CD from him and bringing it closer to his right eye to examine it. That was an unusual thing to do, but Larry immediately recognized the movement. The man either had limited vision or could only see out of one eye. Larry stopped to look at the man as he examined the CD. He was younger than him, maybe late twenties, maybe younger. He was very very light-skinned, almost translucent and his hair was pure white too, shaved on the sides and the short part in the middle was brushed back on gel or something similar. The effect was slightly messy, but Larry was sure it was a very carefully curated look. His ears were gleaming with a multitude of piercings and he was wearing make-up, namely black coal around his eyes and dark, shiny lipstick… Larry couldn’t help but keep examining this man, finding the complicated outfit somewhat fascinating and, once again, vaguely reminiscent of Cyberpunk 2077. He had a necklace with a guitar pick woven into it and was wearing a ragged black tank top that was incredibly snug, showing off a large portion of his abdomen. A very, very flat abdomen, Larry couldn’t help but notice. The man was very slim, positively skinny. His hip bones were sticking out where the denim rested on them and he could see a tattoo peeking out on the side. It wasn’t the only one, in fact, both of his arms were covered and one of the tattoos was expanding to his chest, disappearing under the tank top. Even for an omega, he was extraordinarily handsome. A little sharp around the edges, perhaps, but gorgeous.

“It doesn’t seem broken, lucky you.” The man said in his clear voice, placing the CD down in its place perfectly. “So what do you need?” “I… I’m not sure.” “Browsing then?” “Not exactly, I…” “Yeah?” “I’m looking for a gift, I don’t really know a lot about heavy metal…” “Oh boy.” The man rolled his eyes and Larry was almost sure the left one didn’t roll exactly along the same trajectory as the right. “I’m sorry, it’s for my brother-in-law and…” “Fine, fine, whatever. So do you know the band?” “Not exactly…” “What does that mean?” The man cocked an eyebrow. He was very, very attractive, Larry’s unhelpful mind provided, and he had to resist the urge to facepalm.

“It’s either… Slayer or Judas Priest.” Larry soldiered on despite the man’s lips pursing “It came out this month!” The incredibly attractive shop clerk sighed and then reached for a CD, planting it in Larry’s chest. Larry was unsure if he was planning to do that or if he wanted to hand it to him but misjudged the distance between them.

“Here, Slayer. Judas Priest doesn’t have any new albums.”

“T-thank you.” he managed to say, uncomfortably aware that this very attractive, very skinny and very cool man just accidentally touched his flabby, uncool, librarian chest.

"Let me ring you up then. Unless you wanted something else…?"

"Oh no, nothing else!" Larry said urgently and the man laughed a ringing, beautiful laugh.

Larry blushed violently. What was wrong with him? Feeling his face burning, Larry followed the cleck to the till, observing the man’s careful gait as he leaned heavily on his crutch, but in a practised manner that suggested it was either a long-term or a permanent injury.

"Thank you for your business." The man said and with a slight smirk he added "We hope you will visit Music Emporium again soon!"

"I will." He said reflexively, flinching at the obvious lie and hoping the darkness of the shop concealed his blush.

The man laughed his beautiful ringing laugh again and Larry felt like he still heard it even after driving away to face the birthday party.

"Hey, little brother." Arianna wrapped her arms around his neck and then backed away slightly to touch his face. Her face was bright with a smile and her eyes gleamed with it. Unlike the shop clerk's, both of Arianna's unseeing eyes moved completely normally. Larry frowned. Why was he thinking about that omega again? “When will you shave this ridiculous beard?” Arianna asked, frowning.

“I’m not! I like it!” He lied, trying to disentangle himself from his sister’s arms. “Hey, uncle!” Jonas ran into him, jumping excitedly. “Hello, nephew!” He ruffled the boy’s hair. “Here.” He pulled out a library book, handing it to the boy who “ooh”-ed excitedly. “Dinosaurs? I’m gonna go read it!” He said, already running off “Thanks, uncle!” “Miriam, say hello to your uncle!” Arianna hissed at her daughter, who was just passing through the hall, her 17-year-old angst on full display in her band T-shirt, ragged jeans and messy hair covering half of her face.

“Hey uncle.” she deadpanned, not even looking up. “God, give me strength,” Arianna muttered. “Okay, I have to finish some stuff in the kitchen, go join the party!” Larry did so, like the obedient younger brother he was.

“You have got to be kidding me, Samuel! Over my dead fucking body! You are a child!” Tom shouted at his oldest son as Larry’s mother and Tom's parents sat uncomfortably in their seats. Sam’s boyfriend Aarul was holding his hand tightly, but flinching at every word Tom shouted at his son. Tom’s sister Moira and her husband Mark kept whispering to each other. From what Larry knew about them he assumed Mark was trying to keep Moira from interrupting.

“I’m not a child, I’m 23 years old, father!” Sam protested “I’m graduating this year, I will get a full-time job then and…” “You’re too young for this!” “Tom!” Moira finally managed to get out from under Mark’s calming spell. “You’re wife is 46 years old. According to, you know, the undeniable logic of math, she gave birth to this here child when she was 23.” “I don’t care, it was a different time!” “Stop shouting, let him live his life, he’s a smart boy.” Tom’s father, Jon, said, waving a hand at him. “What’s happening here?” Larry asked and everyone’s head snapped to look at him. “Larry!” They all exclaimed in a greeting. “You’re nephew is getting married!” Moira exclaimed. “Oh yeah? That’s great, Sam. Aarul.” Larry smiled, squeezing both of the boy’s shoulders and then taking a seat.

“No, Larry, it’s not GREAT.” Tom, the birthday boy, hissed, his thin narrow face twisted in anger. “He’s too young!” “And Aarul is pregnant.” Moira added in a theatrical whisper, which set the table to shouting again as Larry flinched, glad the attention was once again redirected from him. He looked at Sam. He, unfortunately, took a lot after the Marshall side of the family; ash blonde hair, very average-looking face, which couldn’t be called handsome even when he had youth working for him. He was slim and muscular, but from experience, Larry knew that was not going to last forever either. Sam gave him a small smile when he caught his eye. Larry looked at Aarul in turn; he was petite, with dark hair and skin of a South Indian, his thick black hair curled framing his heart-shaped face. He looked at Larry shyly with his big, brown eyes and smiled gently after lowering his eyes to the table again. Aarul was a lovely boy, he made Sam happy and Larry knew him to be hard-working and considerate. Sam was responsible and determined and never tried to hide the fact he thought of Aarul as his one and only. Larry truly didn’t see a problem, they were old enough to make decisions like this and as Moira already pointed out - Arianna and Tom had children and married even earlier than these two.

“Stop it this instant!” Arianna called from the door, holding the cake in front of her as Miriam trailed after her, making sure her blind mother didn’t trip with the cake but also at the same time somehow still managing to text. “Leave the boys alone.” “Arianna…” Tom growled, but his wife totted. “No, stop it, I said. This is a birthday party and there will be no more arguing.” She proclaimed and everyone dutifully kept their mouths shut.

“Good cake.” Mark observed as they were all eating, still in silence that was almost as thick as the cream on the cake. “Who wants more, this cake needs to be gone today, or it will get soggy!” Arianna announced, cutting the rest of the cake up with deliberate, learned motions that once again reminded Larry of the music shop clerk. “So, any takers? Moira? Larry?” “Don’t feed him cake, he’s fat enough!” his mother snapped. “You gained weight again, Larry.” she accused. “Mum, leave him alone!” Arianna hissed. “You’re no better, lady.” his mother snapped, looking critically at Arianna’s ample hips.

“Can we all just stop insulting each other for five minutes?” Tom’s father hissed. “Some of us would like to ENJOY spending time with our family.” “Let’s open gifts!” Jonas said, bouncing in his seat, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him. “Dad, open your gifts!”

With his face still twisted in a vague image of displeasure, Tom obliged, reaching for the small pile of gifts. “Thanks, Dad,” Tom said, raising the bottle of whiskey in acknowledgement as his father nodded. “Fishbait? Because…?” Tom looked at his sister. “Because old men love to fish.” The woman proclaimed with a serious face and then burst out laughing. “Great. Thanks.” Tom rolled his eyes, putting the fish bait waiting and reaching for Larry’s gift. “A Slayer CD…” Tom pursed his lips. “Oh no, it’s the wrong CD,” Larry said feeling the blush blooming on his face again and praying the beard covered it. “No, it’s a good CD!” Tom rushed to explain “Only… I already own this.” He grimaced. So did Larry. “Dang. I’m sorry, I will exchange it for something else.” “Thanks, Larry.” “No problem..” Larry murmured, surprised to realise he was actually excited to go back to that music store. What the hell was wrong with him?

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